Chiyin

8

After that day, Shen Shiyin never saw Yan Zhao again. She buried her head in her work and gradually put the reunion behind her.

Another weekend in a blink of an eye.

Shen Shiyin was awakened by the sound of decoration upstairs.

The harsh sound of electric current from the electric drill is sharp and intense, accompanied by the resonance and shaking of the wall being chiseled, as if experiencing a noise earthquake.

She flipped over and over, trying to resist with a quilt covering her head, to no avail, and reached for the mobile phone on the bedside table, which showed 9:25 in the morning.

Forget it, it's time to get up.

The curtains in the room were closed tightly, and not a trace of light could penetrate. She yawned, stepped on her slippers, and walked to the toilet bleary-eyed.

After some washing, the sound of electric drills upstairs finally stopped, Shen Ciyin changed clothes, opened the curtains, and the light swarmed in.

It has been raining in Ningchuan for the past two days, and even if the sun comes out, the sky is gloomy. The expectation of early spring seemed to be wiped out a little bit in the rain, leaving only a little futile tail.

She was looking out the window when the doorbell rang. As soon as Shen Shiyin opened the door, Fang Ruijia, who was standing at the door, began to complain breathlessly: "What kind of house do you rent? There is no elevator. I haven't climbed such a high staircase in a long time! "

The house Shen Shiyin rented is in the old district of the city center. It has been a long time. The gray exterior walls of the building have peeled off and are covered with green vines. The unit door is still an old-fashioned cipher iron door, wrapped in heavy rust, and the opening and closing are creaking.

Shen Shiyin took her slippers for her: "It's not that you don't know the price of renting a house in Ningchuan. You can only do this if you want to live closer to the company. "

"The apartment in Yishui on Ruilin Road is about the same price if you share it with others. "

She shook her head: "I don't want to share with others, so don't worry about it alone. "

When she first graduated, she tried to share a house, but then she found that there were too many problems. It was okay to meet roommates with good character, but she could only consider herself unlucky if she met bad ones. She has worked very hard every day, and she doesn't want to have to face troubles when she gets home.

Fang Ruijia put the cat box on the coffee table, wandered around the living room, and looked around: "The outside looks shabby and old, but the inside is well decorated. I've been back for half a month, how do you feel? "

"Not bad. "

Shen Shiyin was going to the kitchen to pour her water. Fang Ruijia waved her hand to signal that she didn't need it. She turned to see a black violin case in the corner of the bedroom leaning against the wall alone, with a faded sticker on the top. Old sticker.

Fang Ruijia asked, "Are you still playing the qin?" "

Shen Shiyin shook his head: "But I'm used to taking it with me wherever I go. "

"I remember when you were an undergraduate, you performed the violin at the academy celebration and played very well. Everyone called you the goddess of violin later, and you still hated it very much. How is it, how much skill does the goddess still have now? "

Fang Ruijia is Shen Ciyin's college roommate. After graduation, Shen Ciyin stayed in Beijing, while Fang Ruijia went to Ningchuan to work. The two parted ways, but they are often in contact on WeChat. Fang Ruijia was the happiest when Shen Ciyin returned to Ningchuan this time. After all, the other two people in the bedroom had already traveled all over the world, and only the two of them still had the last connection.