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Chapter 34 Ch34 Invitation

On the morning of the tenth day after returning from the glacier lake, Shen Teng was fully dressed. He took the first violin he completed after arriving in Iceland and walked to the door of the first green steeple house in this block. After looking at his appearance, he smiled and pressed the doorbell of the guest's house.

Counting it carefully, it seems that this is the first time that he personally delivered the violin made by himself to the door.However, this was not because Shen Teng had a high social status before, so he just had to wait, but this was the normal market for custom-made shops—either the customer picks it up by himself or packs and mails it.For things like delivering goods in person, he only helped Shen Yuru a few times with Edwin when he was a child.

Compared with those world-famous metropolises, Budapest is not very big, but it is still a bit ridiculous compared to Reykjavik.The addresses of the two simultaneous orders Shen Teng is currently carrying out are very close to him, and the farthest one can be reached within a ten-minute walk. He often passes by this green house, and he can find it just by walking around. The delivery distance is actually will be shorter than expected.

Moreover, this is the first piano he finally returned to work after half a year after he came to Iceland.

The future owner of the violin is an eight-year-old local boy with blond hair and blue eyes and a shy personality. When he visited Shen Teng’s workshop for the first time last month, the child sent a box specially made by his grandmother to the husband who will make the violin for him. Chocolate chip cookies for guests.

Shen Teng had a good impression of him.

Affected by temperature and humidity, violins purchased in other places are likely to be "acclimatized" after arriving in the local area. Even Shen Teng, who used to fly all over the world, would not break the principle of "northern violins do not use southern wood".And because it is in the extremely cold place, it is not easy for local Icelanders who love music to buy a piano that really suits them. After all, there are few people here, and the limited market cannot support large-scale factories. There are only a handful of professional luthiers.

No matter where you go, rare talents are always precious. As a local scarce luthier, it is not that difficult for Shen Teng to apply for a residence permit. For work, at least it will not be difficult to keep yourself well fed and clothed for a period of time to come.

In addition, many people may not have thought that Shen Teng is actually very serious about his work.

Although it seems that he is always wandering around and wasting time, in fact, he will have a clear work schedule at each stage of work-he has never missed an appointment with himself. Complete the handover ahead of the agreed date.

If he also learns how to judge his work on some review websites, then this Shen·luthier·second generation is really beyond reproach in terms of professional ability.

Not long after the doorbell rang, the sound of jumping footsteps came from behind the door.

After hearing the movement, Shen Teng, who had almost figured out who was about to open the door for him, took a half step back, counting down to three seconds, the door still hung with Easter wreaths was pushed open from the inside, a pair of glaciers in the sun Lake-like emerald green eyes appeared expectantly and looked at him.

It's that little boy.

Shen Tomah held the box containing the violin in both hands, squatted down with a smile and looked at the boy at the same level, opened his lips slightly, and greeted his little guest with a standard Icelandic accent that has been praised by neighbors after repeated practice: "Sir, your partner arrive."

Under the smiling gaze of his grandparents behind him, the boy carefully reached out his hand to touch the piano case, put his hand back into his arms nervously, and asked in a low voice, "Is he a boy or a girl?"

Shen Teng pretended to be profound: "What do you hope?"

The boy pursed his lips and thought for a while: "Girl, I was going to have a younger sister last Christmas."

In the initial phone order, Shen Teng heard from the boy's grandfather that the boy's parents had a car accident last winter and are now recuperating in a warm place.As luck would have it, they were fine, but the family did, forever, lose the pulse of a third baby they were supposed to welcome soon.

Shen Teng answered him seriously: "Then she is a little girl wearing a spruce and maple skirt. Today is her birthday, do you remember this day?"

The boy grinned and nodded vigorously: "Remember!"

Before taking the violin from Shen Teng, the shy boy took the initiative to hug the soft-haired gentleman, and then he hugged his "sister" and turned to the long-awaited grandparents, giggling and announcing to them : "Elsa is back! Grandpa and grandma!"

When Shen Teng walked near his home on foot, these words still kept echoing in his mind.

Elsa is back.

Although this sentence may only be believed by innocent children (for example, Shen Yuru has never thought of making a piano named "Edwin"), but at first hearing such a sentence, it is really... Shen Teng suddenly felt that his work was actually very meaningful.

What is even more surprising is that, for the first time, he even had the idea of ​​sharing such a small matter with others—when he opened the chat dialog box with Qin Zheng and tried to type, Shen Teng suddenly woke up, Standing still and blinking.

The last conversation between the two of them happened yesterday afternoon. Qin Zheng sent him the headlines of the day's news. After waking up from his afternoon nap, Shen Teng picked up his phone and replied "hh" in a daze.

Further up, it was Qin Zheng who sent him the dinner he made the day before yesterday, and Shen Teng replied with "/thumbs".

Further up, it was Qin Zheng who showed him the little bird parked outside his window, and Shen Teng replied "!".

Further up, further up, was the night when they came back from a day trip to the glacier lake. They parted at the place where they got off the bus. When parting, Qin Zheng asked him to tell himself when he got home. After saying "It's here", Qin Zheng replied "Okay".

Going forward, the content is similar, basically Qin Zheng sent something, Shen Teng responded briefly, occasionally took the initiative, and also some specific questions and answers.

But do you remember how their original original conversation page was like?

The content is always Shen Teng sending a hotel address, and Qin Zheng will reply with "Yes" later.

Now the roles seem to be reversed, but the reversed second young master is far more talkative than the former Shen Teng.

He even shared with Shen Teng the little rabbits he saw in the snow.

Once or twice, at first he would be surprised by his news, but after a long time, he would get used to it, and just now, Shen Teng almost sent Qin Zheng a story about a little boy and Elsa.

Did he fall into a trap?

As if he had done something bad to avoid being found out, Shen Teng hurriedly put the lock screen of the phone into his pocket.

But maybe fate likes to play tricks on people like this.

I don’t know if you’ve seen it, but there are occasional scenes like this in movies—at different places on the same street or at the same place at different times, the male and female protagonists chat with people, walk, and get on the tram in a montage way. Looking up to identify the shape of a gust of wind in the air that is similar but not exactly the same, they are standing opposite each other in the long skirts and coats they saw when they first met in the misplaced time and space. looking in each other's direction, but in fact they may never really see each other.

Then, someone called their respective names from behind, they turned their heads, and they met again in the crowd, or rubbed shoulders forever.

To be honest, when Shen Teng was a child, he really thought about whether to be a movie star or something like Shen Ning's ideal left in the recycling bin.

The weather is very good today. Although the wind in northern Europe is still lingering, at least people can see the bright sunshine outside from the window, which makes people feel so good that they want to take advantage of the wind and open their wide sleeves to be as free as a hot air balloon. fly up.

And on such a windy and sunny day, on the side of the street less than ten meters away from his home, Shen Teng held the mobile phone in his pocket, and he was relieved that he almost had the impulse to stop it just now but was lucky enough to succeed.

A teenager on a bicycle rang a bell and passed by him, and a red plastic bag accidentally discarded by someone on the side of the road turned into a balloon and took off in the wind.

Shen Teng's gaze was attracted by the eye-catching target—it reminded him of the kite that Edwin took him to fly in the square when he was a child.

He seemed to fly a kite only at that time, what shape was it?

I don't know whose SMS ringtone used the sound of swans in Toning Lake.

Yes, that kite looks like a swan.

When he belatedly realized that the sound came from the cell phone he had hidden in his pocket, Shen Teng turned around as if he had noticed something. Qin Zheng, who was in a daze with his hair down in his pocket, looked at each other across the street.

Is this a dream?

Probably not.

The background music of the movie gradually changed, and the montage editing method came to an end.

In the clear wind, Qin Zheng, who didn't know that he was in someone else's video, was the instigator of Shen Ma's swan SMS notification sound. When he saw or heard the swan's call, he never He raised his head in thought, looked at the person coming, couldn't help standing upright, raised his hand and shook the letter in his hand to Shen Ting.

"The postman happened to pass by just now, and I signed for a few mails for you."

"Thank you..."

I don’t even remember how I crossed the road—this memory may have been cut off by the director.

Shen Teng took the mail from Qin Zheng in a dazed state, walked ahead and opened the semi-basement door with the key.

The addresses on the envelopes were clear, and they were all order inquiries from banks, newspaper offices, and other neighborhoods.Shen Teng's random flipping stopped at the moment Qin Zheng closed the door behind him. After a short pause, he pulled out the thickest envelope from the mail with a clear goal.

It was from a little girl he met on the train from Vienna to Budapest.

Fortunately, she wrote Shen Shan in English - after all, due to the perfunctory of a bad-hearted guy, Shen Sui still thinks that Shen Shan's name is "Shen Shan".

Dear Mr. Shen Shan:

How's summer in Reykjavik?I am writing to you from a tavern in Trieste.

Before I came here, I made up history and Jane Morris' travel notes, knowing that this is the border of the Iron Curtain in Central Europe, and it is an "unnamed place" that gathers prosperity and decline that cannot be described in words.

You know, I am a young woman of literature and art, and Trieste has been a sanctuary for literati since ancient times, so it is no surprise that I also like it here.

After bidding farewell to you and Mr. Qin in a hurry that day, I met an acquaintance, or rather, my former and present lover.

Let me tell you quietly, although he is sitting obediently across from me, drinking coffee, trying to catch a glimpse of what I am writing to you from the corner of my eye (this makes me feel very cute, and I want to laugh), but In fact, I may still not be able to introduce you exactly: he will also be my future lover.

I realized that I fell in love with a man who was not favored in the secular sense. There were too many unstable factors in him. , I may not be so optimistic from the bottom of my heart.

But I am still determined to give my all to love him and accept him all.

Does that sound like a fool?Girls always seem to be easy fools, but I figured I'd have to give it a try.

Do you want to try it too?

Honestly, it doesn't feel bad to give it a go :)

I wish you and Mr. Qin a happy life near the Arctic Circle!

Istenáld jonmeg!God bless you.

沈岁

Written in the bright summer of May in Trieste

"Is she showing me that her summer sun is brighter?"

Shen Teng rubbed his chin with a thoughtful face.

Qin Zheng lowered his eyes and curled his lower lips: "I personally suggest that you think about her in this way."

The Second Young Master turned his face sideways, and glanced at the remaining envelope on the table, which was still not to be underestimated in thickness: "What's left?"

"Some photos," Shen Tomoe replied casually, "Do you want to see them?"

Qin Zheng: "Can I see it?"

Shen Teng looked up at him with a funny smile: "Of course."

With the master's permission, Qin Zheng stood by the table, stretched out his hand and poured out the thick photos in the envelope.

Most of them are landscape photos, and some of them have both of them in the shot,

It can be seen that Shen Sui's photography skills may have been specially practiced, and the composition, light and shadow effects are very particular. Relatively speaking, the photo taken by Qin Zheng for her and Shen Ting seemed a lot more casual, and both of them took it. The whole body seems to be the protagonist of the photo, but it blends with the background of the Capitol, the surrounding green plants, and the tourists in the distance.

The little girl who hadn't had time to smile and the man who lowered half of his eyelids with a lazy smile.

The sense of story is not lacking.

While making tea, Shen Teng turned around again, and there were already several pre-installed photo frames on the table.

He watched Qin Zheng earnestly open the back cover of the photo frame and stuff the photo inside. He couldn't help but want to laugh for a moment, and his eyes fell on the photo that the Second Young Master had just placed on the table.

He watched intently.

That was the only group photo Shen Sui took of the two of them.

On the bench by the side of the road, Shen Teng was sitting behind Qin Zheng, with his scissors hands lolling over the head of the man whose back was turned to him, with his head tilted and his eyes crooked.

He thought...

"What are you thinking?" Qin Zheng interrupted his "thinking".

Shen Teng raised his eyebrows: "Obviously, I'm thinking about something."

Qin Zheng was tireless: "Can I know?"

Shen Tong said firmly: "No."

Qin Zheng expressed regret: "Okay."

Shen Ting paused and added: "Temporary."

Qin Zheng smiled: "Okay."

It seemed that he didn't quite understand how nasty his smile was.

Shen Teng turned his back and walked towards the workshop with his own yogurt, and finally remembered to ask, "What are you doing here today?"

"A guest." Qin Zheng was talking nonsense again.

Shen Teng stopped in his tracks, turned his head and gave him a warning look.The second young master was honest, received the glance and immediately stood up straight with his hands behind his back, coughed lightly, and politely said: "I'm here to invite you to my birthday party the day after tomorrow."

Is he a primary school student?

Shen Tomato smiled and asked, "What scale is it?"

Qin Zheng: "Only the scale of one guest."

Shen Teng also coughed: "I can't make a guitar in such a short time."

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry. Work slowly and carefully. The longer you do it, the better."

Qin Zheng took out the envelope hidden at the bottom from the pile of mail that Shen Teng ignored just now: "Actually, I'm here as a postman today."

The envelope was dark brown, and on the front was written in a beautiful font in gold pen: To Shen Tom.

But Shen Teng didn't move for a while.

Qin Zheng still maintained the posture of gently lifting the invitation letter with his fingertips, like a soldier toy, except for drooping eyelashes, he was as quiet as a dummy.

Shen Teng took the paper envelope from his hand.

The man studied the wax seal on the back, and said calmly, "Where is the location?"

Qin Zheng pursed his lips, tried his best to suppress his smile, and humbly replied in a low voice: "Is it okay at my house?"

The corner of Shen Teng's mouth also twitched, but he still refused to admit defeat and raised his chin slightly: "Yes, but I want to eat cake."

He doesn't like sweets, and there are only a handful of cakes he likes. This is a tricky way of asking people difficult questions, but Qin Zheng still has a good temper: "Yes."

Can.Can.Can.

Shen Teng couldn't even think of it, what could make him "no"?

"Is your temper always like this?" Shen Tomato asked curiously.

To be honest, he still felt that he didn't know Qin Zheng well.Maybe Shen Teng can clearly know and use his fingertips to find out every sensitive point on Qin Zheng's body, but he has no idea how this person usually handles things.

They may have known each other a little bit during the short few days they worked together in the Zambian elephant orphanage, but they were in different working groups, and soon separated again, and the purpose of reuniting again was to make trouble.Occasionally, I heard Qin Zheng having a conference call with others, and usually talking a lot to each other. Qin Zheng stood by the window and took a long time to reply, making people as confused as his colleagues about what Mr. Qin was thinking.

When they met, Qin Zheng had just finished his undergraduate studies, and then continued his studies for two years. Although he also started a business in the process, Shen Teng was basically making friends with a college student.By the way, when Qin Zheng graduated, he also invited Shen Teng as a relative and friend to watch the ceremony, but at that time he was busy researching meat rolls in Mexico, after politely refusing, the two never mentioned it again.

After graduating, Qin Zheng spent some time in the United States before returning to his country. Even though he was so rebellious, he still couldn't resist the pressure and entered the family business according to his father's arrangement. Zheng left without saying goodbye... Everyone knows these things.

Qin Zheng lazily raised his eyelids: "Ji Chen said that I have a bad personality, what do you think?"

Shen Teng nodded subconsciously, but then remembered that she had praised him for his "good temper" just now.

"People have many sides," Qin Zheng said lightly, "You haven't seen the worst side of me."

Shen Teng clicked his tongue: "It's really scary."

The unfathomable atmosphere was instantly broken by this teasing.

Qin Zheng couldn't help laughing: "Scared you?"

"No." Shen Teng patted the young man's head, then rubbed Qin Zheng's ears, "I can't think of how you can scare me."

Like I can't figure out how to get you to say "no" to me.

They walked side by side to Shen Teng's workshop.

"Is there anything you would like for your birthday?"

"I thought it was something for the gift giver to think about."

"I haven't sent it, I need a reference."

"I have also confiscated it, and I can't give a reference."

"real or fake!"

"If what I say is true."

"Then I don't believe it either."

Qin Zheng shrugged, expressing his helplessness.

Shen Teng squinted his eyes and stared at him for a while, and suddenly couldn't help turning his face to the side and laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Qin Zheng also laughed.

Shen Teng smiled even more happily, shook his head, and took a long time to answer with a sigh of relief: "I just think that your 24-year-old birthday cycle is so long."

The two of them made a wish one by one, Qin Zheng paid in advance for a guitar as a gift, and the greeting card for today's birthday party had just been delivered, but it didn't arrive until after the birthday.

Shen Teng laughed so hard that he sat down on the chair.

He leaned on the back of the chair, casually stretched out his two straight long legs, his arms hung in front of him without posture, and looked up at Qin Zheng with his eyes bent, as if he could squeeze out a galaxy.

It was so hard not to kiss him.

So Qin Zheng couldn't bear it, bent down, and kissed her.