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

When the wind chime rang, the wall clock on the wall clicked for a minute, which coincided perfectly with the hour hand.

"Welcome." The sweet-looking waiter stood in front of the cashier with a beautiful smile, "What do you want?"

The friendly attitude makes people feel like a spring breeze, which is far from the one who treated the guests indifferently last time.

Like a reversal of personality, the guest who was still indifferent when he came last time nodded, his tone was much gentler, "A glass of iced Americano, thank you."

"Okay, number 37, please wait a moment."

He took the receipt from the waiter and stuffed it into his pocket casually. After looking around, he finally found a figure on a sofa seat by the window, still playing with his mobile phone.

He walked over, and the man raised his head, showing a familiar face.

Song Zhishen: "...how is it you?"

"...Hello, Uncle."

Meng Xi was very embarrassed in his heart, still maintaining a smile on his face, and nodded his thumb on the seat behind him, "I'm here to serve as a screen for someone."

Song Zhishen looked in his direction, and noticed a black and white baseball cap protruding from the sofa seat behind, and soft black hair underneath.

"Sit down."

Meng Xi coughed twice, "We tried this distance, and he can hear people talking at a normal volume. Don't worry about being disturbed by others. I've reserved the room here, so you can speak freely."

That's what I said, but it's hard to avoid embarrassment when talking through a son's boyfriend.

Song Zhishen still didn't give up, and asked in a negotiating tone: "Xiao Huai, can I have a good talk with you face to face?"

"Don't bother, don't you understand?"

Meng Xi said bluntly, "He doesn't want to see you."

Song Zhishen fell silent for a moment.

He was right, Song Huai didn't come to chat with him, but just to say goodbye.

Song Zhishen sat down, and after a while of deliberation, he said slowly, "Xiao Huai, there are many reasons for my divorce with your mother. But please believe that we are both adults, and we did it after careful consideration. Make this decision. Your mother wanted to tell you about this earlier, but I stopped her and said that she wanted to spend this weekend with you... I messed it up, so don't bear any grudges against your mother. "

Song Huai pressed his thumb on the handle of the ceramic cup and rubbed it repeatedly. After a while, he asked softly, "Have you cheated?"

After the words fell for a long time, Meng Xi took a sip of his coffee. There was one person sitting on each of the three sofa seats, and the atmosphere was quiet.

"...No." Song Zhishen said shyly, "There is no third party between us, we broke up peacefully."

"I can't think of any other reason than that."

"There are many more." Song Zhishen smiled helplessly, "Life is trivial—"

Song Huai interrupted him, "The number of days you go home every year is less than one hand. Where are the trivial things that you bother?"

What he said casually, unexpectedly hit seven inches.

Other people's families lost in trivial matters, but their love lost in lack of trivial matters.

Song Zhishen didn't speak for a while, the waiter put the iced Americano on the table, he raised his hand, and took a sip of the ice.

Silence is the most faithful answer.

Like a depth bomb falling silently into the sea, the people on the shore counted the ripples on the calm sea, knowing that the explosion would happen ten seconds later.

Meng Xi couldn't bear the pressure in the coffee shop, so he quietly put his hand into his sleeve and touched the goosebump on his arm.

"So," Song Huai said in a flat tone, "it's because she doesn't love you anymore."

"of course not……"

The relationship of more than ten years has occupied half of the other party's green years, how could it be possible to say nothing?

Song Zhishen replied helplessly: "A lot of things don't depend on love. When you are in a relationship, you love me and I love you. This is a matter between two people, but it is different when you are married."

"...It's like two independent and complete gears. Only one hole can be fully inlaid, and they still can't be linked. Only when they both give in and tolerate each other and become one, can they be considered complete."

After Song Zhishen finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that he could say these words.

"There are too many cracks between me and your mother. She doesn't want to cause trouble for me, and I haven't given proper care. The cracks just become more and more, bigger and bigger, all over our marriage, and when they are discovered, they are gone. It can't be undone."

After the divorce, he thought about it for a long time, thinking about why Xiaolan's first choice would be divorce. It wasn't until Song Huai Yu left that he suddenly understood——

What they missed is irreparable, and what they can do now is to stop the loss in time, and don't let this crack pass them and tear the child's life apart.

Song Zhishen hid this sentence and didn't say it out. He waited for a long time but didn't get Song Huai's response, so he couldn't help sighing.

"Go home early after you relax and relax. Your mother misses you very much. Don't let her worry. Also, the address I gave you last time..."

He hesitated to speak for a long time, but still didn't force it, he just said, "Remember to put it away."

address?

Meng Xi keenly captured the word.

what address?

However, after Song Zhishen said this, he picked up the coat on the side, and was about to leave. Before leaving, he didn't forget to take a look at Song Huai, only seeing a head with a baseball cap, and he couldn't help feeling disappointed and regretful.

"Address? What address... Song Huai, Song Huai!!"

Meng Xi yelled a few times. Seeing that Song Zhishen had meekly walked out of the cafe, but Song Huai still didn't respond, he became a little anxious, grabbed the collar of the person next to him, and shook it twice vigorously.

"Your dad just told you to keep the address, what address?? You haven't mentioned this to me before."

He spoke at an explosive speed, and the veins on the back of his hands were protruding. Unknowing passers-by would probably mistakenly think that the two were fighting.

Song Huai was shaken by him, and his hat fell off, revealing a pair of reddish and bewildered eyes, "...what?"

"I..." Seeing his appearance, Meng Xi couldn't help but soften his tone, "I told you the address, your dad asked you to keep it safe, did you hear that?"

Song Huai was stunned, "What address?"

"You do not know?"

Meng Xi was also taken aback.

Song Huai doesn't know?Why doesn't he know?What Song Zhishen said just now does not seem to be a lie...

A flash of spiritual light passed through his mind, leaving behind two or three sparks, as if about to ignite something.

"Wait, that's not right."

He muttered a few words to himself, suddenly remembered something, didn't even bother to drink the rest of the coffee, grabbed Song Huai's arm, pulled him and chased him out of the coffee shop suddenly.

The person he was chasing had already gone a long way, Meng Xi called Song Zhishen's name all the way, and after running for 5 minutes, Song Zhishen, who was walking straight along the street, finally heard the movement, turned his face, and looked at the panting man blankly. The two men who ran to his side in a rough manner.

"Song, Uncle Song——"

After running violently, Meng Xi exhaled twice, before he could even swallow the saliva in his throat, he asked directly, "You just said the address, what address is it?"

Song Zhishen: "?"

He subconsciously looked at his son with question marks all over his face.

Let alone him, even Song Huai didn't understand the situation.

"Meng Xi, let's talk about it when we go back—"

Song Huai raised his hand to grab Meng Xi's hand, but he threw it away, "I said, you just said that Song Huai should keep the address. What address is it?"

His eyes were black and shiny, with dots of light in the pupils, but when he stared over, he was very severe.

"This..." Song Zhishen was standing very straight at first, but he couldn't help but lose his momentum under his probing gaze, "This is the address of my new home."

Song Huai, who was still bending over to calm his breath, was suddenly startled when he heard the words, and his evasive eyes showed two points of bewilderment.

"I bought a second-hand house. Although it's a bit old, it's good for being able to sell it quickly. There are not so many messy procedures. I can get the existing house directly. Although there is no furniture and it is dusty...but it is still a home. "

Song Zhishen paused, and said apologetically, "I don't often live at home. I originally wanted to put your name on the real estate certificate, but then I thought that you might not necessarily live in Lin'an after you go to college, and you might have to relocate after you work. Settling down, you don’t know how much trouble it will be to buy a second house when the time comes... forget it.”

He hastily added, "When you graduate and find a job, you are ready to settle down. Dad, Dad will help you buy a new house with a garage in a good location."

When he said those two words, his voice lowered two degrees, and he was a little embarrassed.

Meng Xi finally understood and pushed Song Huai's arm.

Song Huai just woke up like a dream at this moment, and subconsciously looked at Meng Xi, "But I haven't heard you talk about the house..."

"Ah?" Song Zhishen was also stunned, "Didn't I put the address in your pocket? At that time, I said that I would try to halve the workload in the second half of the year and go home early. I also said that if you are free after the Chinese New Year, you can come to my place." Just sit and stay for two days, and you agreed."

Meng Xi looked at Song Huai. As expected, the man still looked dull, "I...I agreed? When did you tell me this?"

"Just after watching the sunrise." Song Zhishen was also stunned, talking anxiously and making gestures, "Didn't I tell you all my work plans?"

"I said I won't accept this project after I finish it. I will go to the scientific research institute to get my salary, and you will go to Beijing for the exam. If you want, I can take care of you nearby... Although I don't know how to cook , but one year is enough to learn. Don't you remember all this?"

Song Huai: "..."

"Also," Song Zhishen asked repeatedly, "Do you still remember?"

Song Huai: "..."

"Don't ask, I guess he only remembers what you said about the divorce."

Meng Xi said helplessly, "His clever head is all used in reading, and he probably short-circuited after you said that."

"Since we've reached this point, I'll be a good man to the end, and just ask him another question."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Huai suddenly realized something. Just now, he was out of breath after running for hundreds of meters, but now he was walking vigorously, like a leopard, about to rush up and cover Meng Xi's mouth, "No——"

With a twist of his head, Meng Xi deftly avoided the direction of his encirclement, opened and closed his mouth, and spit out a crisp sentence.

"He just wanted to ask you, if the blood relationship is still there, why do you say that you will be your father for the last time?"

The moment the voice fell, the peddler pushing a bicycle suddenly stopped by the side of the road to take a rest. The endless stream of cars encountered the longest red light in history, and the raindrops drifted tentatively for two points before regaining calm.

The wind stopped blowing, and the birds were pinched by their croaking beaks.

It was as if the whole world had been put on pause.

Song Huai: "..."

How to do.

Embarrassed enough to explode.

"..."

Song Zhishen was stunned for a century before he finally found his voice, "Why do you think so?"

"I meant being your father for the last time."

Song Zhishen's expression was solemn, and he looked at Song Huai for a moment, repeating what he said to his son that day with the tone of countless ordinary fathers when they taught their son to study hard.

"I also said that I am very happy to be able to take off the halo behind the written term father, start everything again, and be your ordinary father again."