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

Before Zhao Yulan had time to object, Song Huai had already closed the door.

Meng Xi was stunned.

He thought Song Huai was trying to pull him to chat, but he didn't expect that he would close the door and shut the whole family out.

"Is this...wouldn't it be good?" He suggested tactfully, "Your parents are out, and I just came to see you, and I will go back later."

He said he was going back, but in fact he planned to sleep overnight in Uncle Zhou's office cubicle.After all, I asked for leave to go to the hospital at night. If my mother knew about it, she would probably be terrified.

Song Huai glanced at him: "That's not my father."

Meng Xi was stunned for a moment.

Song Huai locked the door, went to the window and opened the white gauze curtains, the moonlight from outside came in, and only a few strands of blue and white light fell into the empty ward.

The water in the kettle was completely cold, he pressed the heating button, casually took out two loose plum candies from the drawer, and handed them over.

Meng Xi took it, not knowing what to say for a while.

If it's not Song Huai's father, who is that?It seems that he is still very close to his mother...

As soon as Song Huai turned his head, he saw that wrinkled face. He didn't know what to imagine, and gradually changed from entanglement to panic.

"What are you thinking?"

He couldn't help smiling, and the corners of his mouth gradually regained his composure after laughing, "That's my uncle."

"........."

Meng Xi's sad emotions stopped abruptly in an instant, his face turned blue and red, and he was extremely embarrassed, "Can you stop panting when you speak?"

Song Huai snorted, and with a slight smile, changed the subject, "The school should be closed, and you came out over the wall? How did the nurse let you in?"

Meng Xi shook his head, "I asked for leave with Tang De, and he brought me here. It happened that I had a relative working here, so I asked him to help."

He groaned and said meaningfully, "You asked for leave on purpose and came out to see me?"

"..."

Meng Xi thought it didn't matter at first, but Song Huai's careless and protracted tone somehow made the sentence more ambiguous.

Thinking of the fan culture he saw at the weekend, he couldn't help but feel his face warm up, "The teacher was worried, and I couldn't get in touch with you, so he asked me to come with you. Why did you ask for leave... Are you too thick-skinned? "

Speaking of which, Mr. Tang bought a fruit basket for too long, right? ?Did you buy a fruit basket in the shape of a pyramid 1:1?

"is it?"

Song Huai's gaze was calm, but it was like a sharp blade, trying to gently peel off a layer of fake skin.

"Yes, yes."

Meng Xi's throat tightened slightly, and he said dryly, "Otherwise? You must have a limit to your narcissism, right?"

Before he finished speaking, the phone rang suddenly.

It turned out that Tang De was calling.

"Hello? Meng Xi, have you seen Song Huai? Is he okay?" Teacher Tang's voice was a little anxious, "If it's okay, I won't go up. Just now my family called and said yes My child doesn't know what he ate, and has been vomiting..."

It's really not a trivial matter for a child to be sick. Meng Xi said, "He's fine, um, you can go back first. Okay, please send me here."

After speaking, I hung up.

Song Huai sat on the bed with one leg bent, his arm resting on his knee, and he looked at him leisurely with his chin in his hand: "Teacher Tang really cares about me. I didn’t see you, I’ll be back right away.”

"..." Meng Xi defended in a low voice, "This is a matter of urgency, what do you know?"

Song Huai let out an insincere voice.

Meng Xi curled his lips, not wanting to talk to him anymore, so he simply changed the subject, "Speaking of which, what's the matter with you? Old Tang said you're going to ask for leave until Wednesday? Are you so seriously ill?"

But looking at him like this, he doesn't seem to be seriously ill, does he?Still alive and well?

"Wednesday?"

Song Huai was a little surprised, but he quickly figured out the joints.

Probably his mother wanted to take this opportunity to let him rest at home.

Meng Xi looked puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." He fell on the bed, leaning on the soft pillow behind his back, his voice was cold, "I'm just a little allergic, come here and get an IV."

"allergy??"

Allergies are no joke, and severe allergic symptoms can even lead to death.

Meng Xi's heart twitched, and he leaned over immediately, sitting beside his bed and asked nervously, "Did I eat something wrong? Is it serious? Have the allergens been found out? Are they common? Should I pay attention?"

Song Huai didn't want to mention it at first, but seeing the concern on this little fool's face, for some reason, the originally anxious mood eased a lot.

"It's serious."

Song Huai stretched out his arm and pulled up his sleeve.

Under the moonlight, a large area of ​​red spots appeared on his fair skin, clearly visible and shocking.

Meng Xi held his breath and stretched out his hand subconsciously, but even though he was wearing gloves, he still wanted to touch but dared not.

"Did the water infusion go away? What did the doctor say? Did you say the cause?"

He withdrew his hand, his whole face wrinkled together, and his voice was very soft, as if his tone would hurt the other party even if he spoke louder.

"Well." Song Huai said, "The doctor said that the immune system is disordered under stress, which leads to dust allergies."

Meng Xi opened his mouth and was confused, "Ying, stress reaction?"

What is this again?He has only heard that domestic cats are prone to stress if they suddenly change their living environment, but what happens to people when they are stressed?

Meng Xi subconsciously took out his phone and started Baidu. Song Huai half leaned on the pillow and looked down at him.

That faint light illuminated the small space and illuminated that extremely serious face.

A face that was seriously worried about him.

Song Huai discovered a long time ago that he had lost the ability to distinguish emotions.

When he was just in junior high school, Zhao Yulan wanted to pick him up, and his aunt smiled and told him to stay for two more days. My cousin clicked his tongue lightly on the sofa, and then my aunt patted my cousin on the head and stood on the sofa. side, smiled helplessly at him.

Song Huai stood at the door, startled.

At that moment, countless bizarre thoughts flashed through his mind.

Does my aunt want him to stay, or maybe she's actually getting bored.Does the cousin hate him, but if he really hates him, why did he give him a set of Hogwarts Lego on his birthday?

Zhao Yulan, who connected him back home, did it because she wanted to take him home, or did she fulfill her mother-child obligation...

He doesn't understand.

It was at that moment that he seemed completely lost.

After many years, he re-read pure emotions on the face of a person he had known for less than two months.

Meng Xi was worried about him.

The answer is that simple.

Song Huai smiled suddenly, seeing the man raised his face in surprise, complaining that he was sick, how could he still laugh.

"It's not a serious illness." He concealed the secret for a long time, and said it easily, "Skin. Hunger. Thirst, do you know?"

Meng Xi was stunned, inexplicably feeling that the word was very familiar, so he quickly typed the word on Baidu, and immediately jumped out a large explanation.

"'Patients with skin hunger and thirst, because the skin is in a state of hunger and thirst for a long time, the soul is also in a lonely predicament. The patient habitually does not hug others easily, but it makes the disease worse. When the disease is severe, not only Psychologically, there will be a serious sense of insecurity, and you will become inferior, cowardly, bullying'..."

Meng Xi glanced at Song Huai subconsciously, feeling that he didn't look alike, so he continued, "He may even take irrational revenge because he is jealous of others being caressed——"

He silently raised his hand, and after Song Huai nodded in agreement, he asked seriously: "Do you want to go for another diagnosis? I think you may have encountered a quack doctor."

Song Huai: "..."

"This is completely different from you!"

Meng Xi reread those passages several times, almost smashing the screen with his fingers, but he still couldn't believe it.

"What low self-esteem, cowardice...how can this fit? My God, sometimes you almost put your tail up to the sky, okay?"

He couldn't help complaining, "Although you like to bully the weak, you can also bully the hard ones! Sometimes I think you are more like a school bully than me, let alone classmates, even the teachers and directors treat you Dare to be angry and dare not speak."

"........."

Some blue veins gradually emerged on the back of Song Huai's hands. He suppressed his emotions and tried to remain calm, "That's not the case. You have to see the essence through the phenomenon."

Meng Xixin said that this is the essence of what I saw, but when he looked up at Song Huai's dark face, he shut his mouth and dared not speak.

"Then what should we do about this disease? It should be curable, right?"

Meng Xi went back to search for skin hunger and thirst again, and asked while searching, "If you are short of hugs, why don't you let your mother hug you more at home? Although it sounds a little shameful, but I'm used to it. Fortunately, I have to give my parents a good night hug every night before going to bed..."

As soon as this was mentioned, Song Huai's expression became lighter, "If only it were that simple."

"Ok?"

"Did you see what happened last time?" He said calmly, "Once I come into contact with others, I will feel disgusted and resisted from the bottom of my heart, and sometimes I will have severe stress reactions, such as adrenaline rush and difficulty breathing. , including the anaphylaxis accidentally caused this time, is also one of the severe stress reactions."

Having said that, Meng Xi remembered.

No wonder when Song Huai beat Chen Jin, his face was so ugly that he immediately lay down to rest.

"But," he hesitated for two seconds, and asked cautiously, "didn't we both... during the sports meeting? And last time I asked you to put on the plaster for me..."

Speaking of this, Song Huai suddenly turned his face away, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"That's why it's strange." He lowered his eyelids and said softly, "Although I feel a little uncomfortable when I touch you... Anyway, I won't be overly stressed. I also asked the doctor this time, and he said that this is normal skin Hunger and Thirst Response."

Meng Xi was also dumbfounded, subconsciously lowered his head, and coughed twice.

Although it sounds miserable, why did Song Huai tell me this.

Don't talk about skin hunger and thirst, I can't even cure myself.

Meng Xi was upset, and thumbed anxiously to flip through two pages, but most of the search results were novels.

He finally remembered where he had seen this setting before.

It turned out to be Zhi Zhi's former circle of friends.

In fact, when there was nothing to do later, Meng Xi also searched for those flower vomiting syndromes, and after finding out that it was a special setting for novels, he didn't take it to heart.

Who would have thought that such a wonderful thing could really happen in real life? ?

Song Huai said slowly: "My doctor in charge mentioned to me before that I can try desensitization..."

"Well," Meng Xi had to stop, and smiled awkwardly, "does the doctor mean that you and I will do desensitization together?"

Song Huai looked at his expression and didn't answer.

"It's not that I don't want to help you."

Meng Xi felt that this was too fucking embarrassing. He chose an awkward time, and then shut the door of Song Huai's parents in embarrassment.

The most important thing is that he agreed not to, nor did he refuse.

It seemed like he didn't get the timing right from the start.

"It's not that I don't want to help you," Meng Xi frowned and repeated, "If it's anything else, I'll agree without saying a word. But, but this is too special, you know, if it's not... …There was no way we would have crossed paths in the first place.”

It is said to be desensitization, and it is always in contact with it in daily life.

Originally, because of the sports meeting, he had tried his best to keep a distance from Song Huai.The observation period has not yet passed, if he agrees rashly, what will really happen later...

He couldn't imagine what the consequences would be in the future.

Song Huai gradually fell into silence.

"Is there no other treatment except desensitization?" Meng Xi subconsciously scratched the bed sheet under his body. "Or, do you have other objects that won't cause stress reactions?"

Song Huai was silent for a while, then sat up slowly, shaking his head.

Meng Xi's heart skipped a beat.

He understood that from the moment Song Huai said it, the balance had unknowingly tilted to the other side.Every sentence he asked at this moment, Song Huai's answer was undoubtedly adding weight to the tray.

From the very beginning, this was a debt of favor that was difficult to repay.

He tentatively asked: "If your mother can't do it, what about your uncle?"

Song Huai shook his head.

"What about your father?"

Song Huai said: "He is abroad and can't be contacted. He doesn't know about my illness either."

Meng Xi was speechless.

Meng Jianguo and Xu Huifang loved him since they were young. From childhood to adulthood, let alone a headache, even if he coughed in the room, Xu Huifang would worry whether the window in his room was open, or whether it was because he was sleeping at night. kicked the quilt.

How can a parent go abroad for so long without even knowing that their child is sick?This is too irresponsible, is it really your own?

Besides, Song Huai's illness has not been in a day or two. Doesn't the father even make a caring call?

There is no way for relatives, and it is even more impossible for friends.

Not to mention that Song Huai has no other friends besides him.

...So how did this person make himself look like this?

Meng Xi's mood is very complicated.

Song Huai saw his hesitation, and said slowly: "I'm just a suggestion, it's okay if you don't want to."

"It's not that I don't want to." He said awkwardly, "I just can't do it."

"Because I can't touch it?"

Song Huai asked.

...No, but if he wanted an answer, fine.

Meng Xi nodded.

"If you have to say that, the two of us have already met."

Song Huai looked calm, and stretched out two fingers, "I touched it twice."

boom---

After two days and another night, Meng Xi once again felt the feeling of five thunderclaps.

The last time I saw him and Song Huai's little Huangwen, he was so ashamed that his toes were scorched and curled up when he was struck by lightning, but this time, it was the strength of a thunderbolt, which instantly smashed all his thoughts into pieces , My mind turned into a vast blank.

I met it long ago, long ago...

Meng Xi's face was pale, his teeth and lips were shaking, and he could hear a slight fight when he listened carefully.

"What, what?" His brain was tense, his hands and feet felt cold, "The first time was the sports meeting, the second time, when is the second time?"

"Does it matter when? Anyway, it has already happened."

Song Huai turned his gaze away and asked quietly, "Are you homophobic?"

Meng Xi was already in a daze, the sheets under him seemed to have turned into clouds, and his whole body was floating in the air, as if he would fall down immediately in the next second.

He heard himself reply in a trance: "Yes, I am homophobic."

Song Huai continued to ask: "So you are particularly worried that I will fall in love with you?"

"right--"

After Meng Xi finished speaking, he came to his senses, slapped his face, and denied it tangledly, "No, no. I didn't mean that..."

"I don't know why you have the strange thought that if you meet you, you will fall in love with you." Song Huai paused for a moment before saying, "There is no absolute thing in the world, the only absolute thing is relative. If you must think so , then there should be exceptions to this view.”

"I promise I won't like you, is that okay?"

Meng Xi raised his head suddenly, and the wind blew in through the open window, making Song Huai's bangs flutter.

Song Huai sat across from him, his expression was still as calm and composed as before.

If there are no absolutes in the world, there must be exceptions to his inexplicable attraction theory.

If there are such exceptions around him, then there is no one who is more reliable and trustworthy than Song Huai.

The man stretched out his little finger and stopped firmly in mid-air.

Meng Xi saw him raise his head, his eyes were dark and deep, and he heard his promise in a hoarse voice, "I promise, I won't fall in love with you."

On this night left by the wind and the moon, Meng Xi lost the ability to judge like moonlight and shadows.

He suddenly raised his hand and raised Song Huai's little finger.

They swear through a thin layer of black gloves.

"you promise……"

Meng Xi let go of his hand, looked at the empty palm, was still a little dazed for a moment, and replied subconsciously: "Then I believe you."

The author has something to say: Song Huai: I promise, I won't fall in love with your... gloves (.)

感谢在2020-03-3123:20:41~2020-04-0122:55:16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: Chen Pipi 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Yalin Zijun and Arkham Commander; 1 bottle of missing you;

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