Chapter 30 Unforgettable The more Shen Nanzhi listened, the more strange the tune became.
"London Bridge is falling down Collapse, collapse, collapse London Bridge is falling down
my beautiful lady Get the key and lock it up
Lock it up Lock it up Get the key and lock it up
My beautiful lady"
"I caught you! Hee hee hee... hee hee..."
"You are so stupid."
Zheng Shuyi put his arm around her shoulders. "Stop being in a daze and come with me."
He took Shen Nanzhi to turn right.
Beside the road is a large flower bed, with a small fountain in the middle spraying water and making a gurgling sound.
When Shen Nanzhi was playing that game when she was a child, she always thought the lyrics were weird, so she took the initiative to learn about the background of this nursery rhyme, although she didn't know how true it was.
There are two terrifying theories about this nursery rhyme.
The first is that the lyrics contain a medieval punishment, which was to imprison a person in a room with no opening or exit and leave him there to die.
The second is that when a building is first completed, if a living child is sealed into the building, his soul will forever protect the building from collapse.
Either way, it's cruel enough.
After walking a few steps, we arrived at the community supermarket. The supermarket was very large, with at least five or six stores, divided into many sections.
Shen Nanzhi saw a man with horns holding a black hat and said angrily to the salesman. "Why don't you guys have hats for horned people to wear?"
"I'm sorry, sir, this is the first time we've seen a resident with horns on his head. I'm sorry that we don't have a hat that suits you."
"Come here." Zheng Shuyi led her into the fruit and vegetable area and began to select apples. The bright red apples were large and thin-skinned, with a fruity aroma.
It seems like maybe you don’t have to throw a red apple in the trash after you find it in the refrigerator.
Shen Nanzhi felt that the mental pollution in this place was too great. After staying there for a while, her head hurt so much that she reached out and grabbed Zheng Shuyi's sleeve. "Can you go back? I feel a little uncomfortable."
"Sorry, I've been too busy these two days. I should have taken you to apply for documents on the day you were discharged from the hospital. Then wait for me at the door for a while."
Shen Nanzhi nodded and left the supermarket as he wished.
The children who had just played the game moved to the entrance of the supermarket at some point. When they got closer, she realized that each child had a key hanging around their neck.
The community is very large, but there are not many people coming and going, so it seems very empty. There is an eleven or twelve-year-old girl playing in the fountain at the door, and there are four or five seven or eight-year-old children surrounding the two swings next to the tree. Even the boy who was shooting the ball from the opposite goal came down to play.
Shen Nanzhi realized that there seemed to be a lot of children in this community, and none of them were accompanied by adults.
"What are you thinking about?" Zheng Shuyi asked abruptly, holding two red bags. "Want a child?"
Shen Nanzhi almost choked to death from her own saliva and changed the subject. "What did you buy?"
"I bought some apples, vegetables and chicken breasts," he reminded again. "Before you eat apples, you must rinse them with water and remove some phosphorus."
Shen Nanzhi followed him. "Why are there so many children in the community? I see some are only two or three years old, and they are not accompanied by their parents."
"Isn't it normal?" Zheng Shuyi didn't think there was anything strange. "When I first moved here, the apartment was not yet completed, and there were more children at that time."
Shen Nanzhi's heart skipped a beat, and she felt sick to her stomach when she thought about what might be mixed with each wall.
The elevator stopped at the 11th floor and the door opened. Standing at the door was a middle-aged woman with frizzy hair, holding a black garbage bag in her hand. She glanced at Zheng Shuyi several times.
Zheng Shuyi was not one to say hello, so he took Shen Nanzhi back home directly.
"Who was that aunt just now?" "The one who lives next door to us, her man is a gambler."
When Shen Nanzhi entered the living room, her first reaction was to look at the wall clock - it was 7: could not enter the studio after nine o'clock.
"Why did you close the curtains?" Zheng Shuyi noticed that the curtains on the balcony had been closed.
"Huh...it's because of the broken apartment rules." He thought about it and snorted coldly, feeling a little unhappy about Shen Nanzhi's compliance with the rules.
"Shuyi, don't be upset. Can I play the piano for you now?"
Better to finish early, lest he let himself into the studio after nine o'clock.
Zheng Shuyi put away that expression and smiled happily. "Ayan, you are so kind."
Shen Nanzhi opened the door of the studio, checked the paints in the glass cabinet first, and breathed a sigh of relief. She had tightened each bottle of paint tightly during the day.
"Is anyone there?" The voice came from the picture frame hanging on the wall.
Shen Nanzhi remembered the sixth item in the studio. She picked up the photo frame and was hesitating, but suddenly she was stunned because the sound came from the wall. She hung the photo frame back to its original position.
The first reaction is to guess that the sixth rule may be wrong, rather than that there are really "people" locked up in the wall.
She suddenly found herself becoming cold-blooded.
Are all people in this world weird?She felt that it shouldn't be all of them, so there might be living species of her own kind in the wall.
"I cut some apples." Zheng Shuyi came in with a stack of fruits and placed them on the top of the piano.
Zheng Shuyi noticed that the curtains in the studio were also drawn.
"I'll play it for you now."
Shen Nanzhi sat in front of the piano, with her back straight and her temperament gentle, and started playing "Dream Wedding" according to memory.
This piano music does not sound like the throbbing of a beautiful love. Instead, it is filled with sadness and regret, like a person chasing the moon who never catches his moonlight.
Hopeless, worried about gains and losses, unable to get love, and lose again after the last petal of a rose in a barren wilderness, or like a flock of butterflies flying to the North Pole without hesitation.
Zheng Shuyi opened a corner of the curtain, and the moonlight burned his skin, but he leaned against the corner and admired it quietly, his eyes always following her nimble and slender fingers.
His long eyelashes drooped, and his heart felt inexplicably empty.
At the end, Shen Nanzhi turned her head and saw that his face was filled with sadness, and she understood in her heart.
She knew the creative background of this , what Zheng Shuyi can't let go of is Jiang Yan, who may have died, or Jiang Yan, the creation that entrusts the regrets of his life.
The latter means that the things he can't let go come from himself.
"It plays well."
Shen Nanzhi stood up, took a piece of apple and put it into his mouth. The sweet taste soothed the torture he suffered from food all day long.
Zheng Shuyi quickly pulled away from the emotion he didn't know where it came from and started acting like a monster. "I have weekends off this week. Ayan, can I draw a picture for you?"
Shen Nanzhi bit the apple for a moment and refused with leeway. "I can't stay still for long."
She didn't know if the paint in the glass cabinet would suddenly open, and she didn't know if letting Zheng Shuyi paint would lead to direct death.
After all, three or four of the studio rules mention "he paints", but the attitude is completely different.
"You can do whatever you want. You have to believe in your husband's strength. I am also a graduate of the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts." Zheng Shuyi continued to pursue him.
(End of this chapter)