Please don't touch me at the same table, thank you

Light rain in the courtyard slantedly knocked on the glass windows, removing the aura of barking teeth and claws just now.

The aunt cleaned the accumulated water in the yard with a discarded broom. Meng Jianguo called the director in the living room to explain the reason. Xu Huifang boiled a pot of hot water. When she opened the door and entered, she saw Meng Xi sitting by the bed with a A temperature gun.

Xu Huifang closed the door softly, and when she saw a few more clothes in the dirty clothes basket, she knew that the clothes had been changed.

"Is it still burning?"

"38.5 degrees, I just gave him some medicine, and I'm sleeping now."

Meng Xi took the basin in her hand, soaked the towel and wrung it until it was [-]% dry, and gently wiped Song Huai's slightly sweaty forehead, face, and neck. Finally, he held his hand and wiped it gently. Remove excess sweat from palms.

It is also a 10-minute drive from the city square to their home. If you rely on walking, you have to walk for half an hour in the rainstorm with the wind on your shoulders.

When changing his pajamas just now, the thin jeans that he took off were soaked in water, dripping all over the wooden floor. Meng Xi wrung in the bathroom for a long time before the water was finished.

Not to mention the shoes, after a half-day tour in the muddy water, the soles of the shoes were severely flooded, and even the logo showed signs of loosening.

This is still the pair he gave before Chinese New Year, Song Huai cherishes it very much.

Xu Huifang watched them silently for a long time, when the phone suddenly buzzed twice, she looked down, and it turned out that it was a WeChat message from Song Huai's mother who had just added her contact information.

[Song Huai's mother: Thank you for taking care of Xiao Huai, can you please leave me an address?I'm going to drive to pick him up now. ]

Xu Huifang didn't know her well, so she simply handed the phone to Meng Xi and let him handle it.

Meng Xi glanced at the message, handed the towel to his mother, and went out to make a phone call.

"Hello? Aunt Zhao, I'm Xiaomeng."

Meng Xi walked to the bathroom, closed the door and lowered his voice, "Song Huai is asleep now. I just changed his clothes and took his temperature. He has a fever."

"Thank you, Xiao Meng." Zhao Yulan also guessed this result, "Then I will pick him up now."

"It's okay, you don't need to come." Meng Xi whispered, "He has been given antipyretics just now, and our family's doctor is already on the way. If the situation is serious and needs to be drained, our family also has relatives at the People's Hospital." If you are an acquainted friend, just open a ward at that time."

He paused, and after thinking for a long time, he said slowly, "I'm making this call to make you feel at ease."

Zhao Yulan was taken aback, "You mean..."

"Let him rest at my house for a few days first."

After all, it was Song Huai's mother. Meng Xi didn't say it so directly, "I think he still can't accept the reality of your divorce with your uncle. If you come here rashly, I'm worried that he will..."

Zhao Yulan felt very sad when she heard him say that, but what Meng Xi said made sense. Even if she wanted to communicate face-to-face, she would wait for Song Huai to calm down first.

She sighed, "Then I'll trouble you...Xiao Meng."

"You're welcome, it should be."

Meng Xi hung up the phone and was about to go back to his room when he was suddenly stopped by Meng Jianguo.

"You go there later, I'll tell you something."

Meng Xi stood still, oh, and then slowly sat down on the sofa.

It happened suddenly today, he braved the heavy rain to go out to find someone, Song Huai came to their house rashly under such circumstances, it was so ambiguous that even he himself was embarrassed to use 'good brother' to explain it.

Meng Jianguo was busy with the affairs of these two juniors just now, but now that the dust had settled and he was free, he sat down in silence and smoked a Zhonghua.

Xu Huifang doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, so he usually doesn't smoke at home.

Meng Jianguo took two or three puffs and choked, and after a while he only asked, "Xiao Song's parents... what's going on?"

Meng Xi keenly noticed that Meng Jianguo used the words "Xiao Song's parents" instead of "you and Xiao Song".

He subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and briefly explained the situation in Song Huai's family in a few sentences.

Meng Jianguo was quite surprised after hearing this. It would not be an exaggeration to say that Song Huai is the benchmark for a perfect son in the hearts of parents all over the world.Although he is not greedy, but who is not envious of a good student who is smart and stable, excellent in both study and life?

He had opened his eyes today. He didn't expect that there would be some parents who gave their children a free-range education because their children were too good.

"I'm not telling you so much to make you pity him. Song Huai is born smart and can learn everything quickly. It can be said that he is proficient in all eighteen martial arts, and he has learned a lot about his parents and family. Liu, haven’t gotten a passing grade yet.”

When Meng Xi said this, his voice lowered two degrees, "I tell you this because I have to explain to you what is going on today. Just listen to it and act as if nothing happened."

He knew it was one thing, but his parents knew it was another.

Song Huai was already high-minded, so he might not be able to do such things as respecting the old, loving the young, and supporting justice, but it was absolutely impossible for him to be a dwarf and put himself at a disadvantage.

Anyway, after getting along for so long, Meng Xi has already figured out his temper clearly.Because I don't want to be controlled by others, and I don't want to ask others for help, so I just do my best in everything.

As long as he puts down that little bit of dignity, he won't push himself to the previous point because of a skin hunger.

Originally, Meng Jianguo just wanted to throw a topic for a while, but he didn't expect such a thing to be hidden behind it.

At first he wanted to comfort his son, but after thinking about it, the divorce of parents is an insurmountable pain for many children.Things in this world are like people drinking water and knowing their own warmth and coldness. They, bystanders, can't empathize with them, so what position do they have to persuade them?

"Okay, I see."

He nodded, patted his son's shoulder, and said carefully, "He may not be emotionally stable these few days, and it happens that you are still on vacation, so let him stay at our house for a few more days, just to relax gone."

This is also what Meng Xi meant, escaping is useless but useful.Maybe he has to face the reality of his father's departure after all, but in any case, as long as he is happy now, that's fine.

"Okay, don't sit here with me."

Meng Jianguo waved his hand, and his attitude became more relaxed, "Didn't he have a fever? You go and take care of him. By the way, what does he usually like to eat? Are there any taboos? I think the rain outside will stop after a while. Go to the supermarket to buy some food and make more of what he likes."

Didn't it mean that eating delicious food can also relieve stress? He is still very confident in his cooking skills.

"His taste is bland, and he doesn't eat much sweet and spicy. Dad, you can do what you do. He doesn't know when he will wake up, and he may not have an appetite when he wakes up... Just cook him a vegetarian porridge."

As Meng Xi was talking, he suddenly remembered something. He opened the photo album on his phone and showed it to his dad, "Dad, if you're okay, help me go to the nearby shopping mall later to see if there's this..."

·

When Meng Xi opened the door and came in, he happened to meet Song Huai who was half-drowsy and half-awake. He opened his eyelids several times weakly, and only then could he see the whole picture of the house clearly through the light coming in from the window.

Xu Huifang was sitting on the edge of the bed, very close to him. Song Huai was dazed and didn't recognize her for a while, "I...where am I?"

His voice was hoarse and slightly nasal.

"You're at my house, remember?"

Meng Xi hurried over, and his mother was sitting beside him. He restrained himself a bit, only holding Song Huai's arm, and said worriedly, "When I opened the door just now, I saw you outside. It scared me to death."

"I……"

Song Huai was blank for a moment, the high fever and heavy rain seemed to have damaged the hard drive of his brain, and it took him a while to dig out yesterday's memory from the corners.

At the moment when the sea of ​​clouds was surging on the top of Ecui Mountain, the sky was full of rays of light, and the sun was rising, Song Zhishen turned around and told him calmly about the divorce between himself and Zhao Yulan.

He seemed to say something else after that, but Song Huai couldn't listen to it anymore. The words that kept spit out from his father's mouth were all processed by blurred consciousness and turned into exactly the same repeated sentences.

The father and son drove home in silence. As soon as they reached the foot of the mountain, it rained heavily. The rainwater was embedded in the mud, and the wheels were wrapped in mud. It was extremely difficult to drive all the way.

When we returned to Lin'an, the heavy rain still showed no signs of stopping. Song Zhishen happened to drive near a supermarket and said he wanted to get out of the car to buy some ingredients and drinks.

Song Huai sat alone in the car, and through the car window, he saw that the world was immersed in thick clouds and fog, and he couldn't see anything clearly.The air in the compartment seemed to be mixed with several tons of water, full of damp and cold smell, which was unbearable.

He opened the car door, walked through the piercing stagnant water, walked through the city under torrential rain, and arrived at the door of Meng Xi's house by magic.

He raised his hand, and before he could drop it, the closed door opened, as if it was a natural tacit understanding.

"Why does it seem to be a little hot?"

A soft hand pressed against his face, Song Huai came back to his senses, Meng Xi stroked his forehead with worry on his face.

The person who pushed the door didn't know anything about the story that happened to him more than ten minutes ago, but he was relieved after seeing the degree, "At least it has come down."

He asked again, "Would you like some water?"

Song Huai nodded.

Holding the water glass, Meng Xi helped him sit up and took a few sips. Song Huai showed a slightly painful expression when he swallowed.

Seeing this, Xu Huifang said, "It should be that the tonsils are inflamed. I remember there are anti-inflammatory drugs in the medicine box. I'll go get them."

With that said, he quickly opened the door and went out.

Meng Xi also quickly put down the water glass.

Once the tonsils are inflamed, the throat feels like a piece of cotton soaked in water is stuck, and it is difficult to swallow, or even hurt, let alone eat.

Fortunately, he didn't let his father cook big fish and meat, otherwise he would suffer if he couldn't eat it.

"Just get through this." He comforted, "I was worse than you before. Last summer, every time I ate three catties of crayfish, I ate six oral ulcers, three on the top and three on the bottom. It hurts. I have to drink rice soup that is as thin as water every day..."

His exaggerated tone, coupled with the tragedy of six ulcers, can easily make people laugh.

Song Huai slightly pursed the corners of his lips, and remembered another thing, "My shoes..."

Meng Xi subconsciously looked in the direction of the sink in the bathroom of the guest bedroom, quickly looked away, and patted the back of his hand, "It's all right, the shoes are all right, just a little water got in, and everything else is fine. Or should I say I have good eyesight? Big-name shoes are different, no matter how soaked they won’t rot, right?”

As he said that, he blinked his eyes, a little proud of asking for credit.

"Ah."

Song Huai also smiled, but because of his illness, he felt uncomfortable in his throat when he made a slightly bigger expression, so he had to give up.

The two chatted for a while, and Xu Huifang came over with the medicine and knocked on the door several times before entering.

"Take a good rest after taking the medicine."

Seeing that Song Huai seemed to be in better spirits, Xu Huifang smiled and said, "Take good care of your illness. If you're hungry, just tell us if you want something to eat. Don't be afraid to trouble us. Just stay here for a few days to recuperate well, and nothing else will be done." Don’t worry, just eat and sleep well.”

Song Huai was slightly taken aback. After Xu Huifang finished speaking, she thought of something again, and turned to ask Meng Xi, "Have you asked the teacher for leave? If you can't, I'll tell you to call the director and just tell me."

"Uh……"

Meng Xi looked at Song Huai subconsciously, "I have already invited you. The head teacher said that it would be good to take a break for a while. Don't worry about coming back. If you are worried about falling behind, the teachers are willing to use their private time to help make up lessons."

Although according to Song Huai's progress, there are no new lessons to make up...

The two of them spoke one sentence to another, although Song Huai didn't say it clearly, Song Huai suddenly realized something, "Why do you ask for leave?"

Their school is strictly controlled. In order to prevent students from maliciously skipping classes, if they ask for leave to go home, their parents must call and the teacher will approve the holiday.

Xu Huifang's eyes turned around the two of them, and she stood up in a timely manner, "I'll go and see what else is in the kitchen, Xiaoya, you can chat with them for a while."

Went out after saying that.

Now the two of them were left in the room. Without his mother by his side, Meng Xi didn't have to be too scruples about what to say.

He said directly: "your mother called me just now, just before you woke up."

Hearing this, Song Huai slightly closed his eyes.

After a while, he asked hoarsely, "What did she say?"

"It's nothing. I just asked how you are. She wanted to come and pick you up, but I refused."

Meng Xi carefully observed Song Huai's expression from the corner of his eye, "I told her that you should not want to see them for the time being, and let you stay with us for a few days first."

Song Huai was silent for a moment, then hummed.

Seeing his lack of interest, Meng Xi couldn't say too many persuasive words, so he had to help him tuck up the corners of the quilt and let him have a good rest.

After all, when you wake up from sleep, you will feel much better.

·

Song Huai took a week off.

The homeroom teacher learned about their divorce from Ms. Zhao, and also heard that Song Huai had been depressed recently and hadn't come home. He was staying at Meng Xi's house, so he even gave Meng Xi a week's leave to accompany Song Huai. Take a break.

The head teacher is a generous person with a kind heart. The only requirement is that Meng Xi find time to complete his homework every day, so as not to be lazy for too long and not be able to keep up with the progress after returning to school.

For Meng Xi, this holiday was indeed too long a rest. He was still a little dazed when he suddenly touched the simulation paper.

When Xu Huifang came in with a platter of cut fruits, two children were sitting in front of the desk, the desk lamp was softly illuminated, and Song Huai was still explaining math problems while lighting the rolls with a pen in his hand.

"The straight line y=h(x) is the tangent of the image of the function y=f(x) at x=t (0 less than |t| less than or equal to 2)..."

Song Huai casually drew a form with increasing and decreasing functions. Just after filling in the numbers, he suddenly noticed movement outside the door, and paused the pen in his hand, "Aunt Xu."

Meng Xi was concentrating on his analysis, and subconsciously turned his head when he heard the words, "Mom? Why are you here?"

"Oh, I'm bothering you."

Xu Huifang smiled shyly, "I'll bring you fruits, if you're hungry, just tell me, there are cakes and biscuits in the oven."

"I'm studying, what snacks do I eat..."

Meng Xi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he took it anyway, "Understood, thank you Mom."

Song Huai also couldn't help laughing.

After Xu Huifang left, Meng Xi looked at a plate of various fruits, and couldn't help but feel hot, "My mother likes to make a big fuss..."

It was obviously just studying, but she was stunned by the aura of eating and drinking and going to the battlefield.It's okay for my family to pamper and pamper her, but Song Huai's presence here makes him look like a mother's treasure.

Meng Xi hurriedly cleared his name, "My mother has been spoiled since she was a child..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Huai's cell phone beeped twice cautiously.

The two of them sat close to each other, and Meng Xi saw the name on it as soon as he raised his eyes.

mom.

Song Huai took a look and subconsciously turned the phone over.

"Take it."

Meng Xi supported his chin, pushed his elbow, and encouraged, "Listen to what she wants to tell you."

"No need."

Even so, Song Huai hesitated for a moment, then pressed the answer button.

"……Hey?"

Zhao Yulan also seemed quite surprised, she was prepared to be rejected by indifference, and even edited the text message, but she didn't expect a beep in her ear, which caught her by surprise.

Song Huai: "Is there something wrong?"

Zhao Yulan let out a short ah, quickly came back to her senses, and said embarrassingly: "Your father is leaving at the end of the month. I'm going to miss it. I'm just here to ask, do you want to...?"

"no need."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Huai hung up the phone.

"Why did you refuse?" Meng Xi looked surprised, "Didn't your mother say that the research institute is urging you? See you next time... maybe it will be a year or two later, do you really not think about it?"

"No need."

Song Huai looked away, and his tone was very cold, "I have nothing to say to them."

"I know you feel bad."

Meng Xi held his hand, Song Huai twitched it twice, and he held it back persistently, "It's really unethical for them to cut first and play later. But no matter what, running away can't solve the problem. Have you ever thought that in this world What is more important than luck?"

Song Huai looked at him, "What?"

"It's time."

"Some things you want to ask in your heart but can't ask, once you miss that node, it will be even more difficult to ask. Even if you want to face it calmly after many years..."

Meng Xi asked slowly, "Are you sure that the answer you heard at that time was the original answer?"

Not all stories can be repeated. Some hurdles cannot be overcome now, and they will only become a thorn in the future, a thorn that wants to be taken but is already deep. It will struggle repeatedly in countless nights, I forced myself to ask myself why I didn't say it at that time, and I kept wondering what the answer was.

Meng Xi wanted to go back to the past countless times, rewrite everything that happened in the past, and make everything fair. After that, he spent nearly two years repeatedly torturing himself and others before he finally understood, Not everything comes with a second chance.

God is always fair, only if you miss it once, you will understand what it means to cherish.

"You always said before that if you encounter things you don't like, are afraid of, or can't handle well, just hide behind you, and you will help me solve everything, remember?"

Meng Xi raised his hand and gently stroked Song Huai's forehead.

"But those who run away will always be deserters."

His tone was soft, like a promise, "So, I just need your courage to take the first step, and I will take the next 99 steps for you."