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Chapter 13 Ch13 Flattery

Like most shops on this street, Shen's house has three floors.

The first floor is used as a shop selling pianos and Shen Yuru's workshop. The second floor has two bedrooms and a study room. The attic on the third floor was once used to store sundries. A man moved in and transformed it into a flower room. After leaving, the hostess was too lazy and knew nothing about growing flowers. Gradually, the greenhouse turned into a utility room again.

Except for a few notes of "Outside the Long Pavilion" engraved at the end of Pei Duofei's poem on the door plaque, Shen Yuru's storefront is plain. After entering, it looks more like a living room of an ordinary family than a place where musical instruments are customized.The hostess has good taste, that is, the old furniture that was bought from the second-hand market in distress at that time, gradually revealed its unique warmth and elegance and sense of story through time.

The lighting in the house is excellent. According to the irresponsible boast of the selling agent at the time, this room is the one with the best lighting on this street.From the beginning of the day when the sun rises, the sunlight will leave its own traces in every corner of the room in turn—from the window outside the window with the shadow of the window frame to the sofa in the morning, and at noon to the fluffy and fluffy carpet scattered on the pillow, In the afternoon and near dusk, I came to the rickety rattan recliner again.

When there were children and men in the family, Edwin once gave Shen Jiaying a watch with precise GPS positioning. If the boy wandered around the house after waking up, looking for the next sleepwalking place, to walking out with the sunset By visually expressing the whereabouts of stretching out and basking in the sun, one can be surprised to find that his traces throughout the day almost coincide with the visits of the sun.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky in Budapest is still bright. At this moment, the sun has just reached the corner staircase, where there is a small square table covered with floral cotton cloth, with a few photo frames on it.One of them is special, and it contains a single photo of the young Shen Jiaying.

Moreover, it is Shen Jiaying with short hair.

The long-haired Shen Teng put the photo frame on the table before going upstairs.

Shen Yuru moved into this house when she was pregnant in her 20s. In the past 48 years, it has been renovated and repaired twice, and the furniture items have increased and decreased. Many of them have already ended their service life, and the wooden stairs are also unsuitable. Avoidance began to creak when going up and down the stairs - much louder than when Shen Ma left home for college.

When stepping on the first step of the stairs, he was astonished. His steps paused for a moment, but it was only for a short moment before Shen Teng readjusted himself and stepped up the steps step by step.

The other two people in the room were kind-hearted and pretended not to see him carefully climbing the railing. Only when they heard a meow from the second floor and Shen Teng's exclamation that broke the defense, Shen Yuru turned his head halfway and faced the man from the second floor. The piercing gaze from above explained: "The stray cat you used to feed when you went to school threw its baby at our door before leaving here."

"What a hooligan act."

Shen Teng reprimanded cooperatively, and the figure lying on the railing disappeared immediately.Judging from the cat's squeaks and squawks, it can be concluded that this person is really happy to play with cats.

"He likes cats?" Qin Zheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Although the two of them did not have many occasions to get along with cats in the past, when encountering cats in shops or on the street, Shen Teng rarely expressed a different view of this creature.

Shen Yuru let out a "hmm", fixed her eyes on the movements of her subordinates manipulating the scissors, and took the time to explain meticulously: "Usually, I just look at it but not touch it. I'm too lazy to raise other living things. I have asthma to deal with him, so Shen Jiaying also Never brought it back."

Asthma is not fake, but it is not that serious. As long as you pay attention to your diet and carry special medicine with you, Shen Yuru can even hold a cat that loves shedding in her arms like an ordinary person-of course, she usually does not do this. She and the cat Rather than an owner and a pet, it's more like a pair of roommates, or a landlord's wife and a tenant, one providing board and lodging, the other... The wife doesn't always buy it and act cute?

"By the way," Shen Yuru blinked and looked up into the mirror, "What's Shen Jiaying's name now?"

Qin Zheng sat on the chair she asked him to move out of the work room, and replied calmly: "Shen Tom, the word for 'bitter' is less than half of that."

"Oh, he always has some weird ideas."

"Why do you say that?"

"There is no one in life who does not suffer." Shen Yuru's scissors came to Qin Zheng's ear, "The word 'bitter' is less than half, how much should the word 'fate' be less?"

Her tone was understated, as if she had no intention of expressing her thoughts, but she also seemed to have insight into the world.

Qin Zheng looked at her and said nothing.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror wrapped in wooden patterns, the young man sat quietly with an old but clean interlining in front of him, while the older female elders stood behind him, concentrating on... cutting Qin Zheng's hair.

You know, boys' hair always grows fast, but before that, Qin Zheng's hairstyle was specially created by the chief stylist of Star Studio. Where "trend" and "avant-garde" are out of reach, let an old lady who doesn't seem to have practiced with her grandson a few times in the past few decades to deal with her hair at will.

Saying that the woman behind her is an old lady, although it is an impolite truth, actually does not seem to fit Shen Yuru's image that well.

Shen Yuru is very beautiful.

Looking at the graceful woman in the mirror, even Qin Zheng, who has always been too lazy to pay attention to other people's appearance, can't help but admit that Time seems to be extraordinarily gentle to her.

Shen Yuru's beauty is not the kind of wrinkle-free beauty that reverses time through medical aesthetics that he has been used to since he was a child. She is very thin, or slender, and the disadvantage of insufficient body fat is the frequent wrinkles.Her complexion is no longer as white as snow, and her apple muscles are not as plump as when she was a girl. The backs of her fingers that used to be as smooth as green onions gradually became shriveled and even covered with spots. The lines of time have disappeared, but those lines are so natural and kind. Together with her pupils that are still as clear as autumn water, the fairy tales of time are quietly written in this room.

I don’t know if the Shen family members are all like this, there is a lack of real sense of life-if you don’t describe it so abstractly, they are like masterpieces of art placed in a museum that have never shown all their secrets to the world, no matter what Has anyone stopped to watch, always showing a peaceful and safe state.

They have experienced, or seem to have experienced, a turbulent and complicated past. They are different from everyone Qin Zheng has seen, as if they are a country of their own, making it difficult for people to easily guess the other party's thoughts.

This is the case with Shen Yuru, and it is also the case with Shen Teng most of the time.

"What are you thinking?" Shen Yuru asked.

Qin Zheng's answer was very honest: "You are a bit like Audrey Hepburn."

Shen Yuru blinked, lowered her eyes and smiled lightly: "I'll take it as if you're not flattering me."

Qin Zheng responded lightly: "I have never flattered anyone."

"I can tell."

Shen Yuru's articulation is unhurried, compared to the straightforward Yancheng fellows, she is more like those Jiangcheng people who like to hide needles in cotton.

She said, "I don't think you've ever met a guy who wants to flatter others for him?"

Suddenly there was a sound of piano in the attic.

Probably due to the lack of tuning and lack of practice for a long time, this piano piece tormented cats and people for a long time, and the people downstairs could barely hear the tune of "Wonderland".

Qin Zheng didn't answer himself just now, but Shen Yuru seemed to have accepted him as acquiescence, at this moment the woman frowned slightly with the piano (noise), and asked again as if very puzzled: "What is it about him that attracts you? "

The good lullaby was played by an annoying guy into a war symphony. Accompanied by the screams of the fat cat, it was really disturbing. Unobtrusive arc.

"He's cute, isn't he?" Qin Zheng asked back.

Cute means to be loved.He seemed to be answering irrelevant questions, but he also seemed to answer very sincerely.

"Okay." Shen Yuru accepted the answer.

Ok.

Shen Yuru withdrew from the mirror the probing eyes that had been staring at the other party for a long time, and re-studied the hairstyle under her fingers. Once again, she reminded with the utmost kindness: "Don't move around."