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

"mom????"

The 'waitress' smiled awkwardly, took off her hat, and revealed a soft and familiar face.

Song Huai was taken aback for a moment, and said hello, auntie, in a low voice.

"Hi, hello, sorry to bother you, I am Xiaomeng's mother."

Outside, Xu Huifang didn't call Meng Xi's nickname, she greeted softly, and secretly looked at this strange boy from the corner of her eye.

"Mom, don't you go to work? What are you doing here?"

As Meng Xi was talking, he suddenly found that the dim sum on the dinner plate was not quite right. The crispy biscuits he wanted were gone, but there was a butter fried shrimp ball on the plate.

As is well known to the Meng family, Meng Jianguo's craftsmanship is comparable to that of a Michelin-starred chef.

"..." His face became even darker, "My dad is here too, right?"

"Your dad is busy in the back kitchen." She said gently, "Don't blame your dad, this is my idea. After all, he is your good friend and takes good care of you in daily life and study. We also want to express Let me thank you."

Song Huai raised his eyebrows, his eyes were puzzled: Good friend?

Meng Xi hurriedly coughed a few times and changed the subject, "The company doesn't care about what you're doing all the time? Are you missing work? Don't think I don't know, he must be the one making the fuss, right? He's such a grown-up man, he's still messing around. "

Although he was nagging, he obediently pulled out the chair next to him and let his mother sit on it.

"I'll come and see you."

Xu Huifang was polite, but sat down anyway.

She glanced at the papers on the table, and picked a topic that she could get into, "Are you guys looking at physics? Xiao Meng, is this your homework?"

"Correct."

Meng Xi nodded, and took a pillow from the side. Xu Huifang has a bad waist, so she can feel more comfortable with this cushion.

Song Huai knew that the woman in front of him didn't look like she was here for a chat, so she put down the pen in her hand.

Sure enough, Xu Huifang exchanged a few pleasantries, and finally brought the conversation to the topic, "I heard Xiao Meng mention you before, is Song Huai a classmate? Our Xiao Meng is mischievous and doesn't like to study. I didn't expect that these exams suddenly I have made progress, and I have done my homework seriously when I came back from the National Day. Thank you very much..."

As she spoke, she stood up, smiled and held out her hand to express her thanks.

Song Huai sat with downcast eyes, motionless like a mountain.

Xu Huifang's hand hangs in mid-air, also motionless, like a test.

"..."

Meng Xi didn't expect his mother to be so reckless, he was stunned for two seconds before he realized, and quickly dragged Xu Huifang back, "Mom, what are you doing!"

"Song Huai is my friend. If you want to thank me, I will come. Mom, what's the matter with you interfering? Are you trying to destroy our relationship?"

He quickly said a few jokes to smooth things over, "Student Xiao Song is a serious person, with a thin skin. You should sit down quickly, or he will almost feel embarrassed."

"That's right, I was wrong."

Xu Huifang withdrew her hand and smiled gently, "Xiao Meng finally has a friend, and he is such an excellent child. I am so happy, please don't mind."

Song Huai shook his head and briefly said no.

Then there is no text.

"..."

Meng Xi looked at him, and Xu Huifang looked at him too.

"..."

Song Huai realized later, and said slowly under Meng Xi's earnest eyes, "Xiao Meng has a good personality and is very enthusiastic."

He was holding back so hard that he couldn't think of anything to say.

Meng Xi and Xu Huifang breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

They didn't want Song Huai to boast about the hype, that's not realistic, they just wanted to find a way to go down.

Xu Huifang exchanged a few more pleasantries, then found an excuse and left.

"I'm sorry about what happened just now." Meng Xi apologized to him, "My mother is more sensitive about this kind of thing, she didn't mean it."

Song Huai only said: "If it was my mother, she would do the same."

It was only then that Meng Xi realized that he just couldn't touch the skin, and Song Huai was even more sensitive to touch, which was worse than him. Mother Song didn't know how much she would worry about him.

The two of them felt sorry for each other, and they were speechless for a while.

After a while, Song Huai opened the physics book and began to draw key points for Meng Xi.

Meng Xi’s physics grades in junior high school were not good. When he arrived in high school, the teacher taught some incomprehensible concepts and formulas in class. He often dozed off for 2 minutes on his stomach, and when he woke up, the physics class for a school year had already followed. no more.

This is no joke.

Song Huai first drew all the easy and difficult test points for him, and was going to record while explaining. He opened Meng Xi's notebook and paused for a moment when he saw the inside page.

"Huh?" Meng Xi looked puzzled, subconsciously followed his gaze and looked over, "What's wrong?"

"There is one thing that I have been very concerned about since the first day of school, and then I was busy with things, so I forgot."

Song Huai slowly turned to a blank piece of paper, squinted his eyes slightly, "Should you practice calligraphy?"

"..."

It is not an exaggeration to describe Meng Xi's words as "shocking the world and weeping ghosts and gods".

He likes to write big characters, and he also likes to connect strokes. When others connect them, they look like cursive script, but when he connects them, they look like ghost symbols.

Not only that, but he also wrote very hard, every stroke seemed to make a hole in the paper.It’s okay if it’s written correctly, but if it’s not correct, the tape will be pulled and erased, and it will either not be wiped clean, or a hole will be dug out.

Song Huai turned over a side with writing on it, and could directly feel the bumps and marks left on the front from the back. If he didn't know it, he might think it was Braille.

Song Huai glanced at it and saw a line of acceleration formula written on it. It took him a long time to recognize that this line read a=(vt-v0)/t.

It seems that not only Chinese characters, but also Arabic numerals and symbols have problems. A good a is stunned to be turned into α by adding two tails; a number 0 is stunned to be written as a rounded letter O.

He almost didn't read it.

"Start practicing calligraphy for me from today." Song Huai said in a deep voice, "Arabic numerals, English letters, and commonly used characters are not required. You are not required to write calligraphy, but at least you can recognize them horizontally and vertically. Don't give them to me. Do you know what 'contemporary art' is?"

"..." Meng Xi was wronged, "Is it so ugly!"

"It's ugly, very ugly, so ugly I don't want to watch it a second time."

Song Huai recalled that in the past half a month, his eyes were tortured in such an environment, it was really inconceivable.

He poked the paper and said: "Also, don't use too much force when you write, your words will flow directly to the next side. If it is a Chinese answer sheet, the front side is full, and the back side is also full. Double shadows, how can the examiners see clearly? Deducting two points from the test is a trivial matter, but it is a major matter that directly affects your composition score."

"I know this...but I didn't try very hard."

Meng Xi gripped the pen depressedly, wrote a Song character for him, and handed it to Song Huai, "Is this very hard?"

"Until the calligraphy is well practiced, the two characters Song and Huai are not allowed."

Song Huai tried his best to keep calm, and added, "I'm afraid I might go blind."

Meng Xi: "..."

Too much bro.

He had no choice but to erase and rewrite. This time he wrote a word Meng, and Song Huai felt much more comfortable.

"Your posture for holding the pen is wrong." Song Huai tapped his finger with the cap of the pen, "Normal people put their index finger against their thumb and use both fingers together; your index finger is on top of your thumb and you use force with your index finger. Not only does it hurt your hand, but it also hurts your hand." It is not easy to master the strength of writing."

Meng Xi had never noticed this before. He subconsciously shook the pen and then looked at Song Huai's posture.

"Don't hold the pen so low. The chassis is too low to write, not to mention laborious, and it's easy to crooked."

Song Huai corrected a few points, seeing that he was still clumsy, he stretched out his hand subconsciously.

When I stretched it halfway, I suddenly remembered something, so I took it back silently.

Meng Xi looked at him from the corner of his eye, but didn't speak.

"Forget it today." Song Huai coughed, "I'll find a video for you later, and post a copybook. Then you can practice against it."

Meng Xi hummed twice, nodded and agreed.

Three hours later, Song Huai finished explaining to him the content of the first volume of physics in the first year of senior high school.

Meng Xi was afraid that he would forget it when he went back, so he specially brought a recording pen, and at the same time took notes by hand to supplement his studies.

"Let's stop here today." Song Huai said, "Come out again tomorrow, and I will find you some sets of physics papers to consolidate your knowledge. By the way, remember to memorize chemical reaction equations when you go back."

Meng Xi suddenly felt pressured.

His progress is still too slow compared to others. In Chinese, he only reviewed the knowledge points he recited, and he copied the materials for his composition every day, and the rest did not move.

Science subjects are even worse. Mathematics barely made up the progress and is now in the stage of actual combat exercises; I just learned half of physics, and my mind is half-knowledgeable and muddled; chemistry and biology needless to say, I just memorized the beginning.

Song Huai's lectures were also very fast. He didn't have any other learning methods.First explain the knowledge points systematically, after understanding, start to review the questions according to the scope, correct the understanding if you make a mistake, and then conduct a second round of reviewing the questions, continue to correct, and repeat the above process of checking for omissions and filling in vacancies.

Meng Xi was in pain and joy. It was the first time his brain was actively absorbing knowledge, but he always swallowed it whole, and missed a little bit.

I really wish to split the time in half, or split him in the middle, so that each person can study a subject to speed up.

Song Huai saw that he didn't answer for a long time, so he waved his hand, "Did you hear that?"

Could Meng Xi still say he didn't hear it? He could only nod his head.

At this time, a layer of hazy gray has descended outside the house.

Song Huai was about to leave.

"Let me see you off." Meng Xi said, "There are no buses at this time."

Song Huai shook his head, "I'll take a taxi and go back."

Meng Xi thought about it, yes, maybe he is more comfortable alone.

Before leaving, Xu Huifang came out from behind and handed Song Huai a very beautiful small box alone.

"Here's a little biscuit my dad and I just baked."

The crystal chandelier illuminates the restaurant resplendently, and the light tilts down from the glass windows, covering the green road outside the window.

Xu Huifang was wearing a small floral apron, with slightly curly hair sideways, and smiled at him, "Meng Xi is a careless kid, he doesn't pay much attention to other people's tastes, I don't know you don't like sweets. So we specially made soda biscuits , with a little salty taste, the homemade one has no trans fat, and it is healthy to eat. If you don’t mind, take it home and try it with your parents.”

Song Huai was a little surprised. He didn't expect Xu Huifang to see his taste after only meeting him once.

He thought about it, took the box, and thanked him politely.

"Auntie was reckless this afternoon. I hope you forgive Auntie." Xu Huifang said softly, "Xiaomeng... used to be careless in making friends, so something happened. He came home a few days ago and happily said that he made friends. A new friend, I am both happy for him and worried about him."

She raised her beautiful eyes, sighed, and said with a smile, "Today I can see that you are a good boy with a soft heart."

Song Huai was silent for a moment.

Since he can remember, he has heard countless compliments, praise him for his smartness, his handsomeness, his excellent background, his good tutor, many people have used many compliments, but he has never heard anyone praise him as 'soft-hearted'.

Meng Xi's mother is okay, but unfortunately her eyesight is not very good.

·

At eight o'clock in the evening, when Song Huai returned home, the lights in the house dimmed again.

Zhao Yulan posted a note on the refrigerator, saying that an old friend had something to discuss with her, and she had to go out for a while, marinate the pork ribs in a bowl, and make them for Song Huai when she came back.

Song Huai took off the note, and just like before, put it under the tablecloth of the coffee table.

He put on his gloves and apron, first went to wash rice and cook, and then started to make ribs soup.

Take the marinated spareribs out of the bowl, boil another pot of boiling water, blanch the spareribs in boiling water for a few minutes, pass them through the cold water, rinse them, and then put them into the pot with cold water to cook the soup.

Throw a handful of onion, garlic and ginger into the soup, put in thickly sliced ​​corn, and finally sprinkle a small handful of wolfberry, wait until the cold water is boiling hot, then change to a low heat and slowly cook the soup.

During this period, my uncle called and cheerfully asked Song Huai if he had dinner.

She also smiled and said that today Zhao Yulan specially bought two catties of ribs, saying that she would go home and cook for her children, but she didn't know where she got her confidence in her skills.

Song Huai was silent for a while, and only said that the pork rib soup was made today, and the taste was not bad.

Zhao Yulong chatted with him for a while, Song Huai got impatient and hung up the phone looking for a chance.

Before he was quiet for half a minute, his attending physician, Dr. Chen, called in.

"Xiao Huai?" Dr. Chen just got off work and was going out to a restaurant with his colleagues, so he took the time to call him, "The National Day is almost over, when will you come for a review?"

Song Huai was about to fool around when Dr. Chen said, "I heard from your mother that you have almost finished your homework. You still have time to go to the amusement park this afternoon."

Song Huai said coldly: "I'll go to the amusement park to write a research proposal report for my cousin."

Dr. Chen: "..."

"Okay, okay, even if you don't have time to come, at least we have to discuss the matter last time?" Dr. Chen said in a good voice, "I have discussed with your mother before, you have good grades and self-discipline, talk about it." There's nothing wrong with being in love..."

Song Huai was annoyed, "I don't want to fall in love."

"It doesn't matter if you don't like the little girl." Dr. Chen continued to suggest, "When many people use their non-dominant hand to do housework or other things, they will feel fresh and strange, and they will feel like someone else's due to psychological effects. hand."

Song Huai: "?"

Dr. Chen insisted: "When you have nothing to do, you can also pat yourself on the shoulder to create the illusion that someone else is touching you, so as to perform desensitization treatment..."

"..."

What level of perversion is this?

Song Huai endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't restrain himself, and hung up the phone with a snap.

The author has something to say: Question: So what can the left hand do?

[Note] The inspiration for the left hand comes from the hot search on 3.14: #When Boys Throw Things with Left Hand#

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