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Chapter 30 Ch30 Little Daisy

I want a guitar, Shen Tomato.

I can sing for you, Shen Jiaying.

How could someone combine these two sentences that sounded so eye-popping and speak so naturally.

The largest room in the semi-basement is used as a tool room, and the remaining bedroom space is not large. A bed, a wardrobe, a table and chairs are filled to the brim, but the bed is very soft, lying in it is like being trapped in a cloud. Here, it is very helpful for Shen Teng to be able to fall asleep as soon as he goes to bed after highly concentrated work in the past few days.

On the bedside table was the candle that Qin Zheng exchanged with him when he came yesterday. Although the room was dark, Shen Teng had not lit it once in this room—he couldn’t afford to set this century-old house on fire. responsibility.

Unable to fall asleep, Shen Teng stretched out his limbs and slowly stretched a few times like drawing large characters in the snow.

It was a double bed, he finally realized.

But what did he realize this for?Shen Tomo rubbed his slightly hot eyelids helplessly, and once again thought of a certain (and currently the only) guy who troubled him.

Since coming to Reykjavik, Qin Zheng has become more polite and restrained.

Although it took some time for Shen Tom, who was used to the image of the tsarist dictatorship, to accept the fact that "he always follows Shen Teng like a big dog when he talks", but Qin Zheng still agrees with him on the whole. Maintaining a seemingly non-existent social distance, and the only constant exception is that along the way, Qin Zheng seems to have always had a special attachment to his name-he always insisted on calling "Shen Teng" , while stubbornly adding the sentence "Shen Jiaying" after "Shen Teng".

Was there any particular difference between the two titles for him?

Shen Teng twirled the long hair scattered on the bed with her fingertips, and blinked slowly towards the ceiling.

For himself, the change of these two names is just a sign of the end of his student days. He stepped out of the ivory tower with a joking attitude, hoping to have a new life that is truly chosen by himself.But the new name has been called for eight years. Not only has "Shen Jiaying" not become a completely abandoned past, but "Shen Teng" has not become a commendable future. Dirty canvas, blurred with time before and after.

But in Qin Zheng's eyes, things didn't seem to be like this.

Sometimes Shen Tom even wanted to put on Qin Zheng's eyes to take a good look at himself in the mirror. When he was Shen Tom and Shen Jiaying, what was the difference between him?Or maybe he hasn't changed anything for so many years, and this name is just a simple symbol to Qin Zheng?

Taking the two recent requests as an example, when it comes to normal sentence patterns and content, Qin Zheng usually calls him "Shen Teng", and if it is some other sentences that might make him angry, "Shen Jiaying" appeared again.

Shen, Jia, Ying.

Is this a three-word mantra?Sometimes it is used to deliberately make him angry, and sometimes it is used to extinguish the anger in advance and cannot be raised. Generally speaking, its greater use seems to be used... to act like a baby?

I can sing for you, Shen Jiaying.

What song can he sing?

Shen Teng has listened to the playlist on Qin Zheng's mobile phone. Most of them are English songs mixed with other languages. There are all kinds of styles, and there is no obvious preference.

Thinking about the farce that day, he would not sing nursery rhymes to himself, would he?Twinkle, twinkle, sparkle...

Uh.

Shen Teng closed his eyes, turned sideways, and buried his whole face in the soft pillow that had been steamed on the heater, trying to fight to the death with the cranky thoughts that hadn't stopped since he lay down.

But before that... Shen Teng opened his sore eyes again, took out the thermometer from his mouth, squinted his eyes and tried to recognize the scale on it.

37 degrees 2, the critical value of fever for normal people.He was dizzy, and besides the belated acclimatization, the more likely causative factor was that he had stayed in this semi-basement that didn't see much light for too long.

After struggling on the bed for 10 minutes, Shen Teng finally plucked up the courage to sit up, made up his mind, and decided to abandon the instant noodles and go out for a walk.

Just from the name, "Iceland" looks like a snow-white palace isolated from the world, but in fact, the houses here are brightly colored, so rich that it seems that they can't wait to use up the colors of the whole world.Overlooking this city near the Arctic Circle from the watchtower, you can feel more bright and harmonious.

Reykjavik is small, but also quite cosmopolitan in a way.

The main street of the city is not long, but on such a street, you can pass by tourists from different countries from all over the world.There were many times before this, and even now, Shen Teng would still naturally regard himself as one of them from time to time, but soon, he would remember that he had obtained the local residence certificate and was currently affiliated with Lake It is under the jurisdiction of the Municipality of Javik.

While laughing, he also had a wonderful feeling of "as if he really got married".

Shen Tom's house is very close to the main street. After moving here, almost every time he goes out, he starts from home and walks to the cathedral in the city center, and then takes the cathedral as the second starting point to start walking.

The church is located on the top of the hill, and every time you walk towards it, you go uphill. If the weather is good, the sculptures in front of the church will look like you are stepping on clouds.

The weather is fine today.

"In Icelandic, 'reykja' means smoke and 'vek' means port, which together mean 'smoky port'."

The figure of the sculpture had just appeared in his field of vision, and he had already heard a voice that was too familiar.

On a sunny Icelandic summer day, Shen Teng stood in place, blinked, and suddenly wondered if he was really burnt out.

But the sound wasn't over yet.

"In the 9th century AD, the Scandinavians approached Iceland by boat. They stood at the bow of the boat and looked towards the island. When they saw smoke rising from the coast of the bay in the distance, they thought that there must be people living in front of them, so they called this place Named 'Reykjavik'. But in fact there is no farmhouse smoke here at all, what they see is just hot springs and geysers scattered on the island that constantly spew out water columns."

The heartbeat speeded up, Shen Teng took a deep breath, walked forward a few steps, and slowed down again.

"This church is the tallest building in Reykjavik. It was named in honor of the priest and poet Halgrims. It stands on the hill in the city center and is inspired by the naturally straight volcanic lava in Iceland."

Shen Toma rubbed the ends of his hair helplessly, dawdling and slowing down, but because he didn't turn around and ran away, he still walked the rest of the main street quickly, and finally saw clearly the casually dressed man. A man standing in front of a church sculpture.

Or the black woolen hat, bomber jacket, and sunshade sunglasses that this person seems to be particularly fond of recently.

Compared with a tour guide, he is more like a guest who comes here on vacation, young and rich, smart, mysterious and unique.

And compared to those guests who are really young, rich, smart, and unique in temperament, he is more like a revolutionary who can give a speech as long as he stands on a high ground—whether facing thousands of people or no one. By.

"This sculpture is a gift from the United States to Iceland's 1000th anniversary of the founding of Iceland to commemorate the father of Iceland's independence, Refer Sigsson."

Standing in the center of a group of tourists who followed his explanation and looked at the copper and green statue, Qin Zheng saw Shen Tom from outside the crowd before he walked up to the top of the slope.

"Reykjavik is the capital closest to the Arctic Circle in the world. In contrast, most of the inhabited places outside this place can be boldly called 'in the center of the world'. For people outside the island Said that Iceland is undoubtedly the end of the world, but for the former Icelanders, going outside the island also meant going to 'a place farther than death'."

Breathing and heartbeat were completely calm, and in Qin Zheng's sight hidden behind the sunglasses, Shen Teng even smiled and waved to Qin Zheng.

But he was still a little surprised that Qin Zheng's job turned out to be a tour guide.

God knows that Shen Teng hadn't heard Qin Zheng say so much in the past year.

"Only a part-time job."

When the tourists were taking pictures, Qin Zheng came over and hung the sunglasses on the bridge of Shen Teng's nose facing the sun, and corrected some misunderstandings of the other party by the way: "My main business is still my job."

Finance, trading, etc., those things related to numbers that Shen Toma doesn't understand well.

"Which one is more profitable?"

Shen Teng helped the frame of the mirror, and seriously asked a silly question in the literal sense.

However, Qin Zheng did not laugh at him, but just gave him an example in the bright but not too blazing sun: "Many Icelanders will work as part-time tour guides in addition to their own jobs. With this income, they can to a certain extent Subsidize their daily household, but if I really want to live here for a long time and stare at the US stocks, the money may come faster."

Got it, he just has nothing to do, looking for a job during the day.

Shen Teng tilted his head: "Do you plan to live here for a long time?"

Qin Zheng was noncommittal: "It's up to you, isn't it?"

A day later, another straight ball was caught off guard, but this time Shen Tomato did not evade perfunctory like last time, but just thought about it, and answered him honestly: "But I don't know how long I will continue to live here."

He is indeed working hard to learn how to complete each day concretely and vividly, but how long he can last, Shen Teng is not sure.As for Qin Zheng, even if he can't tell whether his "depends on himself" is 51% or 99%, Shen Teng will not, let alone have the right to prevent the other party from choosing to rest here temporarily.

Shen Teng has his own ideas, and Qin Zheng also has his.Iceland is so big, it was Qin Zheng who stayed behind entirely as his suitor, and Shen Teng had no reason to deprive the young master of the right to see the scenery with a single sentence.

He just hoped that at the end of the story, Qin Zheng would not regret staying.

"It's ok."

Qin Zheng stood on the hill with him, looking up at the sea, which was almost dotted with Arctic terns.

"I'm only responsible for the permanent habitat for migratory birds," he said.

Meaningful sentences.

Shen Teng also answered him with a long tone: "Wow."

The two laughed together.

"Where did you recite those words?" Shen Teng asked amidst the wind and voices around him.

"Many places, travel journals, documentaries, "World Geography: Iceland," Qin Zheng paused, "Of course I also learned from you, YouTube."

Shen Teng didn't hold back on his praise: "You sound like you've lived here for a long time."

Qin Zheng shrugged: "The competition for this job is no less difficult than applying to Ivy League universities."

Shen Teng didn't understand the local tourism market, so he couldn't tell how much Qin Zheng was exaggerating, but he still thought it was interesting.

It's hard to imagine how Qin Zheng recited those guide words and participated in the interview at the travel agency.In contrast, he seems to be more suitable for suits and leather shoes, and countless supporters behind him walk in the resplendent and high-end office buildings.But our second young master also seems to have the talent of being able to take root as soon as he hits the ground. When he just stood in the middle of the crowd in a famous brand and waved a small flag, Shen Teng didn't even feel more disobedient except for wanting to laugh.

One runs a newspaper office and the other runs a travel agency. In some respects, the two of them have reached the same goal by different routes.

"By the way, that guitar." Shen Teng still talked back.

Qin Zheng's application for a birthday gift from him yesterday was too sudden, Shen Teng was not prepared, but just hummed and fooled.

Qin Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "Huh?"

"Actually, I haven't made a guitar yet..."

Shen Teng pursed her lips, turned her head to look at Qin Zheng with determination, and said seriously, "Are you willing to be my assistant?"

Generally speaking, luthiers do need assistants, but the Shen family is different. It is difficult for them to work together with another person in the square inch of the piano body. In the past few decades, Shen Yuru only had one assistant, Shen Jiaying, and Shen Teng himself has never had any assistants.

But he still asked the question.

This is a big step forward for Shen's luthiers and Shen Teng.

"what do I need to do?"

In just a few seconds, Qin Zheng has quickly adapted to his new identity.

Shen Teng calmly breathed a sigh of relief, thought briefly, and replied: "There are many things that can be done, and you can participate in every step."

"You don't want to pin the blame on me for the last bad job, do you?" Qin Zheng's parted lips were filled with a smile.

Wearing the second young master's sunglasses, Shen Teng opened his mouth wide, pretending to be surprised: "Did you find out again?"

Qin Zheng clicked his tongue lightly, and raised his right hand slightly, as if he wanted to rub Shen Tomato's hair or pinch his cheek, but before he touched his hair, he was interrupted blankly by the tourist behind him.

"Hey, Mr. Guide!" the bearded Englishman called him in front of the church.

"Is your job over?"

Qin Zheng nodded, put away the small flag representing the tour group, and shook the watch on his wrist to the tourist friends behind him who showed narrow smiles: "I don't work overtime, see you tomorrow morning."

"Where are you going tomorrow morning..."

Before Shen Teng's curious question was over, Qin Zheng had already wrapped his arms around his shoulders, half pushing and half hugging him to drag him downhill.

Shen Teng didn't react at first, but the whistling whistle behind him was so loud that he had to raise an eyebrow, and turned his head to have a good chat with those Italians, but "ciao (hello)" didn't Opening his mouth, Qin Zheng had already held the back of his head and turned Shen Teng's grimace back.

"The Italians are really off the mark."

He still remembered Shen Teng's grudge against Italy, and now he also said some sentences that seemed to fool people to coax him.

"Where are you going tomorrow?" Shen Teng asked again.

"Glacier lake, do you want to come?"

Shen Teng put on a show: "I'll think about it."

Qin Zheng said softly, "I want you to come."

Shen Teng: "...Then I will come."

Qin Zheng lowered his head and smiled.

Shen Teng frowned, turned to look at him: "What are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at your good temper." Qin Zheng finally reached out and pinched Shen Teng's face.

He didn't seem to have done this before, just pinching his face for the sake of pinching his face, and the touch of his fingertips was as soft and silky as he imagined.

People finally feel that Shen Teng is a living person.

Qin Zheng pinched twice again in a better mood.

Shen Tomo slapped his paw off politely: "Senior and junior, sir."

Qin Zheng didn't even blink his eyelids: "Play with me for a while, brother."

"..."

Seeing the ghostly expression on Shen Teng's face, Qin Zheng stood in the middle of the road, suddenly lowered his head with a broken smile, bent down again, and squatted down.

"You can't."

Shen Teng went to grab his wool cap, but Qin Zheng raised his head first, and handed Shen Teng a flower.

Shen Teng was stunned, and his voice amplified: "What is this?"

Qin Zheng stood up, looked at the dangling flower body in his hand, and seemed to be uncertain under his questioning, and replied: "Little Daisy?"

"No..." Shen Teng looked at him helplessly, "Where did this come from?"

Qin Zheng pointed to the gap in the stone road under their feet: "I just picked it up."

Last time, he picked up a leaf on the road and put it in Shen's book, and this time he picked up a flower again, he is really capable.

Shen Teng deliberately kept a cold face: "I don't like little Daisy."

"Just right, I don't know why I don't like it either." Qin Zheng threw it away casually.

"Hey! You have some qualities!"

Shen Teng's hand was caught to stop him. Before the man could react, there was already a small daisy on his fingertips that hadn't been thrown away.

"Eastern eggs in return," Qin Zheng smiled in his ear, "May you have an invincible summer, sir."

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Qin Zheng understands the reason why he doesn't like little daisies @沉志