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

The owner of the cafe sent two identical mocha and maple muffins, as well as two small desserts.

"You are Xiaomeng's friend." The boss joked, "Before, I would like to thank Xiaomeng for always coming to take care of our business, otherwise our shop will really close down. Take this snack as my invitation to you, eat and drink well Ah, when you run out of coffee, you can come to me for a refill."

After speaking, he walked away wittily with the dinner plate.

Song Huai looked away and said, "You have a very good relationship."

"It's all in the past."

Interrupted by the boss, Meng Xi didn't mention Qiao Lei again. He looked at the still-familiar plate in front of him, and said in a nostalgic tone, "This little biscuit was my favorite when I was in junior high school."

At the age of thirteen or fourteen, he had just grown up like a young seedling, full of vigor and vigor, and had a group of friends with every wave.He has a sweet mouth and can talk, and the emotional business he learned from Meng Jianguo is just right, he will not be overly attentive, but he is always considerate.

He never offends others, his grades are decent, and the boys and girls in the class play well with him.Once the class committee voted, it was obvious that he was not in the original list of candidates, but 70% of the students voted for him.

After accidentally becoming a class leader, Meng Xi's popularity among his classmates skyrocketed.

At that time, as soon as school was over, a large group of boys and girls would surround Meng Xi, and everyone would talk and laugh together and walk into the coffee shop. A short piece of music.

The boys bought dozens of spicy sticks to go with the soda in the cafe. The girls knew that Meng Xi likes sweets, especially muffins and cookies, so they ordered an extra plate of cookies for him. .

They are still too young to have a clear understanding of the relationship between men and women.These girls doted on him, probably like a sister doting on a younger brother, or raising a docile kitten.

You can laugh when you see him eating snacks, you can laugh when you see a ring of cream on his mouth, you can still laugh when you see him frowning and unable to solve a problem, and after laughing, everyone gathers together and chatters to him, like little sparrows in spring , When the wings flick, a few small white fluffs fall off.

Even the owner of the coffee shop dotes on them. The sign that says no take-out is hung at the door of the shop is just a decoration for them, and even the dim sum served are freshly taken out of the oven.

Until now, the owner of the coffee shop still remembers that he must drink sweet mocha, must order maple syrup muffins and freshly baked biscuits.

Meng Xi woke up from the flood of memories like mountains and rivers. He suddenly looked up, and the familiar figures that once surrounded him had gradually faded away, as if they were erased bit by bit by an eraser.

In the dimness, all the thick ink and heavy colors quietly dissipated, and re-gathered into a clear, tall and straight figure.

In the end, Song Huai was the only one left by his side.

Song Huai noticed his gaze, which didn't look like that of a 17-year-old boy, with a trace of sadness and bewilderment.

But from the information he learned, Meng Xi's family is well-off, his parents are loving, and he is the only heir for three generations, and he is the only one in the family, so there is no family property dispute.

He is also good-looking, and there should be no shortage of girls to like him.

Life has been so smooth, Song Huai can't figure out what else he can be sad about.

He looked at it for a while, and finally couldn't help asking: "What are you looking at?"

"what?"

Meng Xi came back to his senses, and involuntarily inserted the fork into the muffin, and said vaguely, "Well... I was just dazed for a while. Eat quickly, I have homework to do later."

Song Huai didn't answer.

Zhao Yulan once told him in a roundabout way that life is easy to break, and it is not a good thing for a person to be too smart.

So Song Huai asked her what the consequences would be.

Zhao Yulan, a gold medal lawyer with an annual salary of seven figures, has handled countless disputes and lawsuits worth hundreds of millions of dollars, so she was dumbfounded by his question for several seconds.

After a while, his mother sighed quietly and told him:

—— Huai Huai, being too smart is not a good thing.

——When you use formulas and differentials to disassemble and treat everything, you must know that someone will always use the same method to calculate people's hearts.

This sentence, until today, he still can't understand.

Is the human heart calculable?

Maybe, there is logic in everything. A certain man came out of the supermarket, and the photo of his wife in his wallet was accidentally blown away by the wind. He ran to the road to pick it up. The father in the hospital crashed into a coma.

This is cause and effect.

The behavior of most normal people is always inseparable from thinking and the control of the brain.

If this is the case, people's hearts can be measured, and he is also good at them, so why can't he understand people's hearts?

Song Huai suddenly asked: "Why are you sad?"

"what?"

Meng Xi was taken aback for a moment, and the muffin that reached his mouth stopped on the fork.

"I thought of some things from the past." He didn't really want to explain these things, so he said lightly, "It's nothing, just a little emotion, and I'll adjust it right away." Song Huai frowned when he heard this.

Meng Xi didn't know what he said wrong, and he didn't dare to move the hand holding the knife and fork, and looked at the opposite person innocently with a pair of round eyes.

"It's weird. You've been sitting here for five minutes with that... I don't quite get it look. I've tried to figure out your emotional logic, but I can't find it."

Song Huai leaned forward slightly, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, "I want to know, what were you thinking just now?"

His expression was rarely serious, with a look of inquiry.

Meng Xi originally thought he was joking, but seeing Song Huai's expression, the smile on his lips stopped.

"What is there to pursue? I cry when I want to cry, laugh when I want to laugh, feel sad when I want to be sad, and lose when I want to lose. Aren't these all normal people's emotions?"

After he finished speaking, he thought for a while, but he still didn't understand the meaning of what Song Huai asked him.

Babies cry when they are born, laugh when coaxed or teased, are happy when they play with toys, get annoyed when doing homework, and get angry when they are beaten or scolded.

These are just human nature. Is there anything worth studying?

After hearing what he said, Song Huai was slightly taken aback.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze, and returned to his usual indifferent tone, "It's nothing, I'm the one who got stuck."

There really isn't much to look into.

He took a sip of the mocha, the rich chocolate flavor mixed with the whipped cream, it was cloyingly sweet.

Song Huai couldn't help but frowned slightly, put down his cup, "Doing homework."

Meng Xi glanced at him, but didn't move.

"..." Under his gaze, Song Huai couldn't help but say, "I'm really fine, I just thought of something and got into a corner."

Do you still know that you love to be horny?

Meng Xi resisted the desire to complain, he thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Do you know that there is a saying called, a needle in the bottom of a woman's heart?"

Song Huai: "?"

"The meaning of this sentence is that you can't fathom or fathom a woman's mind."

Meng Xi said, "Many girls are emotional creatures, or a large part of them. They can't help hugging kittens when they see kittens, and they say cute when they see panda cubs. Do you know why?"

Song Huai thought for a while: "Probably because of nature, motherhood is brilliant."

Meng Xi continued to ask: "However, among this group of girls, there are DINKs who hate marriage and having children, and even choose lifelong infertility. How do you explain it?"

Song Huai couldn't answer.

"Human nature is very complicated." Meng Xi said, "Didn't you say something, don't test human nature, because it is fragile and vulnerable."

He suddenly remembered something, and there was a trace of unhappy emotion in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Anyway, you are such a smart and good student, don't engage in such a complicated subject." Meng Xi changed the subject and comforted him with a smile, "Mathematics, physics, biology, which one is not more interesting than what you just said? And you are so good, Maybe I really want to be a scientist in the future..."

He started to make cakes nagging, Song Huai was very annoyed by this kind of rhetoric, but seeing how stupid he didn't even understand the specific items under the general term of scientist, for some reason, what he wanted to say was slow Swallowed it back.

After eating the snack biscuits, the two of them sat facing each other and did their homework.

About an hour later, Zhao Yulan suddenly called.

"Huaihuai, are you at home now?"

She seemed to be in an office, and there were faint voices of colleagues and clients chatting beside her.

Song Huai paused, and couldn't help but look up at Meng Xi.

The latter noticed his gaze, held a pen in his hand, and cast a puzzled look.

Those eyes were focused and clear, and one could even see his shallow reflection.

"..." Song Huai turned his head, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing. It's just that I left a document at home."

Zhao Yulan doesn't like to bother her son, but work is important after all, and she is so busy that her head hurts, she has no skills at all, "I should let Xiao Zhang get it, but I forgot to bring the key when I went out today..."

That's all, Song Huai stood up and said, "I'll go back and get it. You can send me the name of the file. It will arrive in about 25 minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Song Huai started to pack his things, and said apologetically as he put away: "Sorry, I have something urgent now..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Meng Xi gestured kindly, "Go quickly, don't worry about me, I'll call my dad and I'll be home right away."

Song Huai couldn't spare the energy to take care of him, so he just asked him to report his safety when he got home, and then left in a hurry.

Meng Xi sat on a chair and propped his chin to follow Song Huai's back through the glass.The blue and white school uniform and the warm afterglow of the sunset are soft together, rushing through the pots of green plants, the colors are mixed and blended, and the final product is unbelievably beautiful.

He watched Song Huai's back disappear around the corner of the alley, and finally found out that something was wrong from the beginning.

Song Huai - most of the time, he doesn't look like a child.

He doesn't look like a child who is just seventeen or eighteen years old, who can brag, spank, and smile, but is like an 'adult' who knows everything.

·

When Song Huai returned home, he skillfully opened the combination lock of a study room, and according to what Zhao Yulan said, he took out a wrapped document bag from the leftmost drawer in the second row of the desk.

He locked the door and hurried out. The sneakers he hadn't changed passed a room that had been closed for a long time. He stopped briefly for two or three seconds, and then quickly lifted his footsteps again.

From home to Zhao Yulan's office, it takes half an hour by bus.Song Huai simply took a taxi to go. It was not yet the rush hour for getting off work, and it took more than ten minutes.

Song Huai handed the document to Zhao Yulan, she didn't even have time to say thank you to her son, she hurriedly took out the document, and immediately discussed several details with the client.

Xiao Zhang finished typing the materials for Zhao Yulan, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw the child standing alone. Not far away, his mother was having a heated discussion with the client. , Several people seem to have not noticed that there is a shadow around them at all.

He couldn't help feeling a little more distressed, walked to Song Huai and said in a low voice, "Lawyer Zhao has been wrestling with this lawsuit for a long time, and finally found a breakthrough..."

Halfway through his speech, he swallowed it after thinking about it, and asked, "Have you eaten yet? Shall I buy you a box lunch?"

Song Huai watched silently for a while, then shook his head, "I'm going back now."

Xiao Zhang said: "Then I will send you?"

Song Huai did not refuse this time.

When they got downstairs, Xiao Zhang went to pick up the car, while Song Huai waited at the front desk.

The young lady at the front desk saw that he was good-looking, so she couldn't help teasing him. Song Huai was expressionless, turned a deaf ear, and ignored anyone who hooked up.

A moment later, someone pushed open the door of the office——

But it wasn't Xiao Zhang, it was a mother and son who had some quarrels.

"It's so annoying, you can come by yourself."

Pulled by a beautiful woman was a tall and strong boy, about the same age as Song Huai, but his figure was round.

He dawdled and didn't want to come in, and he yelled: "I said I have something to do today, so you can't come back tomorrow—"

Before he finished speaking, he was slapped on the head by his mother, and the beautiful woman glared at him, "What's the matter? Don't think that I don't know that what you are talking about is to play those dubious games with others!"

The boy muttered twice, very unconvinced.

"Besides, it's so hard to make an appointment with Lawyer Chen! I'll have to wait for more than half a month after we don't see each other today." The woman became angry again when she said this, "Your father is such a wimp, it's fine to raise a woman outside, but he dares to make a fool of himself?" Come on... Now that the good company is about to go bankrupt, the good thing is that we don't get any points, and I want my old lady to help the adulterers pay their debts. Pooh! It's a good idea!"

As she spoke, she grabbed the boy's ear and kept walking forward, and the boy was howled by her.

The woman was hard-hearted, and she pushed people all the way to the front desk. She just said "excuse me", and suddenly felt that the shadow beside her looked familiar.

She raised her head and glanced at Song Huai, her puzzled eyes immediately changed, "Song, Song Huai?"

There was still some uncertainty in the voice.

Song Huai took a step back indiscriminately, distanced himself, and hummed coldly.

The woman's eyes lit up immediately, and she was very pleasantly surprised, "Song Huai! Oh, it's really you!!"

"Mom, what are you doing? Aren't you seeing a lawyer?"

The boy whose ears had been held by her poked his head out from behind the woman, looked dissatisfied and puzzled at the boy who was half a head taller than him in front of him, and asked casually, "Who is this?"

"You child!"

The woman slapped him reproachfully, and then pushed her son forward, "This is your elementary school classmate, the one who transferred to your class from the third grade——Song Huai whose mother is a lawyer!"

The young man looked puzzled, apparently no longer remembering.

The woman couldn't help being a little embarrassed, and patted her son's shoulder to save the atmosphere: "This is our Xiao Zhi, do you remember Song Huai? You just studied in elementary school, and you can remember which one is which after a parent meeting." Parents. Surely you still remember us, Xiao Zhi?"

There was a bit of earnestness and flattery in her voice.

Song Huai raised his eyes, and his eyes touched the chubby boy who didn't seem to have changed much from his memory. For a moment, he seemed to follow those words into the corridor of time and space, and the fragmented memory was swept up by the hurricane. In the eyes of the wind, through the mess, I saw the young self——

wow.

Little Fatty pushed hard with both hands, and the small desk fell to the ground, and the books with beautiful book covers inside fell to the ground one after another, stained with a thin layer of dust.

Little Song Huai stood by the seat, staring intently at the piece of dust that accidentally fell on the book cover.

Several boys who were taller and stronger than him surrounded him, pushing his little arms with their fleshy hands from time to time.

"Song Dumb." The leader, Xiao Pang Dun, was carrying an empty Ultraman limited-edition schoolbag, and raised his chin arrogantly, "Do you think you are dumb?"

A little boy next to him echoed innocently: "Brother Xiao Zhi, he can't speak, so how can I tell if I'm dumb?"

A few children suddenly realized.

"Sure enough, he is dumb and can't speak."

"Xiaohua gave him an eraser before, but he didn't want it, and made Xiaohua cry."

"Will the dumbness be passed on to the unborn baby?"

Brother Xiaozhi snorted and said contemptuously, "No! He has neither father nor mother. He is a wild child picked up from a garbage dump, so he can't speak!"

In order to prove his point of view, he specifically said: "I have parents, you have parents, we all have them, so we can talk. He doesn't, we have never seen his real mother and real father come to the parent-teacher meeting, so He can't talk, he's dumb!"

Little Song Huai slowly raised his head when he heard the word 'Mom and Dad'.

The boys in front of him were all fooled by this stupid argument, and only after a long time did they let out a wow, their eyes were full of surprise and admiration.

"Brother Xiao Zhi is right! He has no parents, he is a wild child!"

"He's a wild boy, and he let others pretend to be his parents to attend the meeting. His heart is too bad!"

"That's not his parents at all. Mute Song stole other people's parents, how shameless!"

Little Song Huai raised his head slowly amidst accusations, and there was not much emotion in those dark eyes.

He loves reading very much. Not long ago, his aunt just bought him a collection of essays by Mr. Lu Xun.

There is a sentence in it, which he just heard his aunt read to him last week night, and he still remembers it clearly: "The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, I just think they are noisy."

Little Song Huai lay on his aunt's lap, raised his face, and asked innocently: "Auntie, what are the joys and sorrows of human beings? What does it mean to be connected?"

The aunt smiled softly at him, and only said, we Huaihuai are still young, we will naturally know when we grow up.

Xiao Song Huai thought to himself, the joys and sorrows of human beings are really not connected.

But he hasn't grown up yet, so how did he know?

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-03-1402:32:40~2020-03-1421:56:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Utopia.1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Gu Jinyan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!