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In order to celebrate stupid human beings accompanying the earth to complete another cycle around the stars, Shen Yuru's Writing Association organized a special April Fool's Day salon today in an old cafe in the old neighborhood of Pace.

While baking bread slices in the kitchen this morning, Shen Teng specifically asked Ms. Shen Yuru, who was passing by to teach him cooking before going out, if he needed some special attire to participate in this salon, but the reply he received was only Shen Yuru's "I How can there be such a stupid grandson" expression of regret and the sentence "There are still seven months before Halloween, Shen Jiaying".

How should I put it, it's pretty disgusting when you think about it.

"Hey, hello."

A young girl greeted them in Hungarian by the door.

"Any invitations, gentlemen?"

"Oh, fuck." Shen Teng finished cursing with a smile, and returned to Hungarian: "I forgot to ask for it, beautiful lady."

The girl with the ponytail smiled heartily, and naturally switched to English: "I seem to know who you are. I have a reservation here. Are you Miss Shen's guests?"

Miss Shen.Shen Teng likes this title very much, it is a title that belongs to Shen Yuru alone, without any relatives or age components attached.

"Yes." He nodded.

So Duofang handed him and Qin Zheng two carefully crafted dried flowers.

This season is the season of flowering. Budapest is located in the temperate continental humid climate zone, and the spring flower scenery is very beautiful, but perhaps in response to the theme of "fools", they got the colchicum of this season.

It's okay, although I missed the silver willow in the cathedral the day before yesterday, but I still harvested a branch today...a life that used to be life.

However, narcissus is not a very auspicious plant in ancient Greek mythology. Shen Teng observed the flower in his hand for a while facing the ceiling crystal lamp, thought for a while, and asked Qin Zheng in a low voice: "What kind of flower language is this?"

Don't make it too difficult for him to be a straight man of science.

Fortunately, our straight man of science is a digital fanatic, and general questions can't trouble him. At the entrance, Qin Zheng took pictures of the dried flowers in Shen Ma's hands. Five seconds later, they got the answer: colchicum, It was chosen to sacrifice to Saint Siagendos, who was executed in the Roman era, when he was in his youth. The flower language is youth without regret.

"Cool." Shen Teng whistled.

The girl who watched the two for a long time finally couldn't help asking curiously: "Why don't you just ask me?"

"Because we prefer to explore the world on our own."

With a smile, Shen Teng grabbed Qin Zheng's sleeve and walked briskly into the lively hall.

The scene in front of him was slightly different from what he had imagined before he came.

Shen Teng originally thought that Shen Yuru was participating in a women's writing association in this area, but he didn't expect that there were many men among the guests today, and it wasn't too eye-catching for the two of them to be mixed in.

At this moment, a group of people were gathering around the piano to listen to a certain gentleman on the podium reading poems. Shen Teng was not in a hurry to find his grandmother from the crowd of people in twos and threes, so he wandered around the dessert area first.

"It seems that Ms. Shen really prepared desserts for us, do you want to guess which one she prepared?"

Shen Teng's fingers hesitated for a while between the sweet red velvet mousse and the sweeter macarons, and was about to grit his teeth and make up his mind when he heard the phrase "open your mouth" next to him.

His Majesty opened the golden mouth, and he subconsciously followed suit, biting into the strawberry Qin Zheng handed to his mouth.

Okay, don't force it anymore, he can't eat these desserts at all.

Most of the artists were jumping in their minds. Shen Teng was biting a strawberry, and suddenly remembered something else: "People are like narcissus, most of them have narcissistic genes. The boy from the diplomat's family mentioned today, do you two have anything in common?"

Qin Zheng had never thought about his question. After a moment of contemplation, the young man turned his attention to the piano next to the poet reciter on the stage, and had some ideas.

"It seems that there are indeed," he said, "Ji Chen said that he saw that boy eating instant noodles with a piano score on the pot."

"..."

Shen Toma looked at him helplessly, but before he could respond to the second young master's Versailles, the aunt who had been waiting for the opportunity for a long time had already interjected and walked between the two, took Shen Toma's hand and sat down, warmly inviting He looked at the poems he had written in his notebook.

"Young man, help me find out, can I write better than my guy—that guy who is talking nonsense on stage?"

The space of the cafe is not too big or too small, and it can accommodate people sharing food in groups. After Shen Teng translated Qin Zheng’s aunt’s request, he clasped his hands on the back of the chair and lowered his head to read the woman’s book carefully. written poems.Perhaps the sweetness of the strawberries was to his liking. Qin Zheng observed that during the process, Shen Tohma unconsciously swayed from side to side in a childish manner for a while.

"I don't know much about poetry," Shen Teng smiled politely, "but I think your husband should be honored to have such a quick-thinking wife."

His two sentences were simultaneously interpreted by Qin Zheng using the translator in his mobile phone. After seeing off the happy woman, Qin Zheng slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "I can smell the fragrance of tea."

Shen Teng raised his eyebrows at him pretending to be surprised: "Do you know how to appreciate tea?"

Qin Zheng stopped the loss in time: "No."

Shen Teng pretended not to hear, and continued to ask: "What kind of tea am I?"

Qin Zheng paused, and after pondering, he took a deep breath and replied, "I'm lifting a rock to shoot myself in the foot."

"what……"

I don't know what kind of exchange the writers had just now, the huge space was suddenly silent for a few seconds, and the solemn smile was very abrupt.

In Shen Yuru's slight warning eyes cast from the window, Shen Teng (who discovered grandma's position in an inappropriate way) finally squeezed his smile, coughed lightly, and boasted in a low voice: "I am Sprite, sweet Not greasy."

"I actually thought about it just now," Qin Zheng said slowly, "Have you ever drank Riesling's premium-grade Saar Palace?"

Shen Teng shook his head: "No."

Qin Zheng imitated him and put his arms on the back of the chair, his eyes were calm and serious: "I don't think I know you very well yet, so I'm sorry to make a conclusion, but at first I thought it was very similar to this."

When he was studying abroad in Los Angeles, he often lacked various ingredients in his refrigerator, but he had only one bottle of this wine.

"Hmm..." Shen Teng couldn't hold back and said another sentence in Hungarian, "Sounds good, try it next time."

Qin Zheng couldn't understand his language, and he didn't have time to take out the translator this time, but he reckoned that he could get a rough idea.

Shen Teng poked his head to see the old photos that Qin Zheng found for him, touched his chin, and praised: "It looks good, too. I named it Shen Tomao Wine, and its alias——Bend Bend Water."

The second young master who is straight, turns curvy after drinking.

Qin Zheng smiled and put away his phone.

"Yes." He replied.

Qin Zheng today—in fact, not only today, he seems to have been saying "yes" to Shen Teng all the time.It seemed that Qin Zheng would only agree to all Shen Teng's unreasonable demands.

Shen Yuru, who was wearing a dignified cheongsam, finally walked over gracefully.

"Xiao Qin is here too," she smiled and looked at the child whom she admired very much in the past day's relationship, "Borrow this guy next to you?"

Qin Zheng nodded.

"What kind of toy am I?" Although he was still complaining, Shen Teng's movement of getting up was not vague at all.

Shen Yuru took Shen Teng's raised hand and walked to the stairs leading to the second floor - sitting there, overlooking the entire space on the first floor.

Young handsome guys are usually very popular among women.

Qin Zheng, a guy who always uses long eyelashes to hide the look in his eyes and always looks cold and out of place, this time, after the two left, surrounded by a group of over-enthusiastic aunts and grandmas, Still didn't show any slightest uneasiness.

Shen Teng even found a very clean softness in Qin Zheng's eyes, that kind of softness...that makes people even dare to believe that he must be really gentle in his heart at this moment.

Once again, Shen Teng thought: Only people with similar qualities can see the halo on others that overlaps with him. Qin Zheng and the boy he has never met, in some respects, are probably really similar.

"Qin Zheng told me the meaning of your name." Shen Yuru suddenly mentioned the person he was thinking about.

Shen Teng still held his chin and looked at Qin Zheng, without turning his head to meet grandma's gaze.

Shen Yuru seemed to sigh softly: "You have never liked sweets since you were a child, but I didn't know that, so you don't like suffering so much."

The woman's voice was very soft, without any intention of condemnation. Relatively speaking, she was more like looking at a picky eater, helpless, surprised, and regretful, but in the end she decided to respect his choice.

She is always so considerate.

Even though Shen Teng never planned to tell his grandma about his plans, he knew in his heart that no matter what he wanted to do in the end, Shen Yuru would always forgive her.

Although what he wanted to do this time was really unusual, for a long time in the past, Shen Teng was not sure how Shen Yuru would react to it.But after listening to the unclear expressions just now, Shen Teng suddenly noticed that Shen Yuru seemed to be ready to watch the child go away completely like when she let Shen Ning leave forever.

In other words, maybe a person's whole life is preparing for parting one after another, and Shen Yuru understood this very early: in the end, we are all alone.

Today, the pool of memories that was temporarily dyed honey-colored by the sunshine of Budapest rippled and rippled. At some point, Shen Teng's cold and stubborn inner treasure box was washed ashore again and ran aground.

He suddenly couldn't help but wanted to sigh.

For Qin Zheng who is still ignorant, and for himself who knows that hesitating is useless.

"Before your mother left, she actually asked me a question." Shen Yuru spoke again.

"She asked me what to do when I couldn't make it through."

Shen Teng twitched his eyelids and looked back.

This is surprising.

Shen Teng never thought that Shen Ning would also ask such uncertain questions.

Shen Yuru, who was watching him, was still sitting dignifiedly on the stairs, with clear eyes and a calm tone, just like Shen Jiaying who was sitting on the long steps with a teacup in her hand waiting for her return from school many years ago, even though her grandson has grown up to be Shen Teng , people who understand the joys and sorrows of the world are no longer much less than her, she still has accumulated wisdom and understanding in a long enough life, and can tell the children even one or two words that have been ignored by them before saying goodbye fact.

"She asked a bit suddenly, and I didn't think about the answer for a while, so I told her about the work at hand, so imagine that I am making strings."

Life is short, but at least the rhythm is long.

"Those who meet will leave, and those who go will return."

After reading the Buddhist prophecy meaningfully, Shen Yuru turned her head to look at the still young child beside her, and asked softly, "But do you have someone you don't want to leave, Jiaying?"