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

There was a bright light in the bathroom, followed by the sound of rushing water.

Song Huai went to take a shower.

Meng Xi sat on his bed, the sheets were cold, and he was a little at a loss.

Surrounded by a completely unfamiliar environment, the surroundings are quiet, except for the noise of nature, there is no noisy atmosphere.There was a faint smell of disinfectant in the ward, and a cold iron infusion pole was inserted on the left hand side, and a few blood-stained cotton swabs were thrown in the trash can below.

It should be used to press the wound after the infusion.

On the table are a recooled electric kettle, several plastic paper cups, a pack of Qingfeng paper, and a copy of "The Rainbow of Gravity" with the corners folded.

Other than that, there are no other personal items.

Meng Xi flipped through the first two pages. After reading for a long time, he found that he couldn't even understand the brief introduction of the story.

Looking at the name, he thought it was a physics tutorial, and he didn't know what it was talking about.And it doesn't seem to be one of the compulsory subjects for high school students, right?Where did Song Huai find these things...

He put it down uninterestedly, simply put the pillow under his back and padded it, then took out the plum candy that Song Huai gave him just now, peeled it off and ate it, and played with his phone under the faint moonlight.

Song Huai turned off the switch of the water heater, walked out of the bathroom wearing a towel, and when he looked up, he found that Meng Xi was already lying on the bed and fell asleep.

He probably didn't expect to fall asleep so quickly, he didn't even take off his shoes, he hung his feet out of the bed, curled up sideways in a corner of the bed, and still held a cell phone that was emitting a dark light in his hand.

It's not a very comfortable sleeping position, but I can still fall asleep.

Song Huai wiped the drops of water dripping from his neck, casually hung the towel aside, and walked over to take off his shoes for him.

Meng Xi groaned, turned over subconsciously, the phone slipped from his palm and rolled on the white bed sheet.

When the phone rolled over, there was a flash of light on Song Huai's face. He subconsciously looked up, but only saw the page vaguely in the shape of a forum, and the phone turned off.

Does he still browse the forum?

Song Huai was a little surprised.

Before tutoring Meng Xi, he was really fond of playing. He played games on his mobile phone one after another.

I don't know where he got so much energy.

But although it is true that he is a bit playful, Meng Xi is also good, and he will not go back on what he promised.At the beginning of the period, he deliberately increased the review tasks. Firstly, he wanted to frustrate his playfulness, and secondly, he wanted to see how persistent he was.

Unexpectedly, although it was difficult, Meng Xi managed it.Although he did have some strength in reciting, it was his drive to face difficulties that surprised him the most.

No matter which long-distance running test it is, the test is never smart, but perseverance.

Of course, Song Huai was an exception.

According to this progress, strive to lay a good foundation in the second year of senior high school, with a stable total score of 370+, and push forward a wave of pre-examination sprints in the third year of senior high school, and consolidate and review two or three rounds of difficult points. The score line in Qingbei should be stable.

Although the Fudan score is lower, and S City is not far from Lin'an City, but in terms of academic atmosphere and further studies, the two universities in Qingbei have more advantages.Furthermore, the little uncle is also in Tsinghua University. If Meng Xi can pass the exam, he can take care of his majors...

Song Huai knelt down to straighten the loose laces of Meng Xi's sneakers, and then stopped suddenly.

When did it come that the university goal he set for Meng Xi turned into his own personal wish.

Faint voices came from outside the door. Song Huai pushed his sneakers to the side of the bed, and just as he unwrapped the quilt at the end of the bed, there were two knocks on the door. A thin shadow was cast in the hallway.

A middle-aged man in a white coat with a bit of temperament pushed open the door of the ward. Seeing Meng Xi lying sideways on the bed as if he was asleep, his expression changed, and he quickly stepped forward and pushed him twice, saying in a low voice Shout: "Little Ya?"

He had a lot of strength, Meng Xi was pushed and groaned twice.

Song Huai frowned, but before he could speak, Meng Xi had already opened his eyes in bewilderment, with a look of surprise and confusion, "Huh? Uncle Zhou, why are you here? How long have I been asleep?"

"About two to three minutes."

Zhou Huan paused, then looked at Song Huai. The boy's face remained unchanged, and he said flatly, "I came out of the shower, and the screen of your phone is still on."

Although it was towards Meng Xi, it was self-evident who he was explaining these two sentences to.

"Oh yes," Meng Xi didn't know the situation, and suddenly realized, "My phone is set to automatically lock the screen in 5 minutes."

Seeing him wake up, Zhou Huan's tense face finally relaxed. He stretched out his white-gloved hand, rubbed Meng Xi's hair, and taught, "I've been looking for you for a long time but I can't find anyone... you Are you here to see the sick or enjoy the blessings? Why are you still sleeping on someone else's bed?"

As he said that, he smiled at Song Huai, "I'm Meng Xi's uncle, and you are his Xiao Song at the same table, right?"

Zhou Huan smiled kindly, and didn't say a word about the matter of breaking in just now.

Song Huai nodded, and greeted him lukewarmly, "Dean Zhou."

Zhou Huan was stunned for a moment, then remembered that the nameplate on his clothes hadn't been taken off yet, his name and title were written clearly, and he showed his truth directly in front of this kid.

Meng Xi didn't know it, and said carelessly: "Uncle Zhou, why hasn't Song Huai's allergy gone? Is his illness serious? How long will he stay here?"

The child was like a hundred thousand whys. Zhou Huan felt a headache when he heard it, and patted his head to comfort him, "Okay, okay, these are naturally the attending doctor to worry about. It's not up to me when I leave the hospital. See how he recovers. Come on, come out with me if you have nothing to do, and I will give you a separate room so as not to disturb other people's rest."

Meng Xi: "..."

This is a hospital, not a hotel, Uncle Zhou, can the wards be opened casually? ?

However, the meaning of Zhou Huan's words was already obvious. After what happened just now, Meng Xi was of course too embarrassed to stay, so he could only wave to Song Huai, "Then I'll go first, and I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Song Huai nodded.

Meng Xi took two steps, then turned his head and said, "I'll call Old Tang later, and I'll tell you that I can't make it back. I'll also invite you for the morning self-study and the first class. I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow. What kind of porridge do you want? You don’t like preserved eggs, how about I bring you mushrooms and lean meat? Add two more eggs and vegetarian buns, do you want fried dough sticks?”

Song Huai hummed, "Steamed buns are fine, fried dough sticks are too heavy, please lighten it."

"Okay, I'll bring you here at around seven o'clock tomorrow morning." Meng Xi said worriedly, "You have to open the door for me, don't lock me out."

"Understood, you can talk when you get up."

But Meng Xi said, "I'm sure I can get up, you can go to sleep later."

Zhou Huan, who witnessed the whole process: "..."

Is he some kind of queen mother?Or is it that the time flow of this night is different, and it is actually a year?

Zhao Yulan and Zhao Yulong didn't know why, so they stood outside the door and looked in. After finally waiting for Zhou Huan and Meng Xi to go out, Zhao Yulan coughed and knocked on the door symbolically.

Song Huai sat by the bed, pressed his palm on the slightly sunken bed sheet, and said flatly, "Come in."

The Zhao brothers and sisters looked at each other, and finally Zhao Yulong pushed his younger sister, and she staggered in, and took out a newest fruit phone from her pocket awkwardly.

"... I will pay you for your mobile phone, and the SIM card is also installed in it."

she said dryly.

Song Huai was silent for a moment, then pressed the power button.

"I was wrong about this matter." Zhao Yulan sighed, "But I still hope you will give me a chance to explain. You also know that it is almost November, and many migrant workers have not been paid a penny until now. , doing white jobs for other people. There is a big brother Zhang, whose whole neighbor is rolled into the machine. Such a serious injury can only be sentenced to a mild disability. Do you think it makes sense? Some capitalists are not human, but we are lawyers They were all sworn according to the law..."

She glanced at Song Huai's expression, silently dropped the second half of the sentence, and said directly: "Of course, I was wrong for not taking measures in advance. This time, none of the troublemakers, security guards, and property management can escape. The crime of deliberately damaging other people's property and breaking into a private house is enough for them to drink a pot. If you feel uneasy, then go to grandpa and grandma's house for a while... What do you think?"

Song Huai ignored her.

He logged on to WeChat, but because he changed a device, the chat page was empty. He clicked on a chat box with Xiao Yezi's profile picture, and all the records in it disappeared completely.

Zhao Yulan was still waiting for his answer.

"I don't think so."

Song Huai said coldly, "It's a good thing for you to show your sense of justice, but it has nothing to do with me. Since the migrant workers are so pitiful, you should also think about how innocent the property is. After all, the client came to your home to discuss with you. Not once or twice, they just simply think that this is Lawyer Zhao's client."

Zhao Yulan's face turned pale when she heard this.

The uncle heard the conversation between the mother and the son outside the door, and walked in with a frown, "Song Huai, listen to what you are saying! Can these two things be the same in nature? The reason why the accident is called an accident is because it was unexpected. Does your mother want you to have an accident?"

"Whether you want it or not, it has already happened. Maybe I should be thankful that my mother is a lawyer, not a police officer."

Song Huai didn't want to argue with them, "I won't come back to live before Chinese New Year, you are free to seek justice however you want, less phone calls are the best protection for me."

Zhao Yulong was choked up, and asked after a while, "Aren't you staying at home during the winter vacation? How can this work? How can you deal with food and lodging? How can we rest assured... Besides, what if your father comes back this year? Do you want to stay outside too?"

"I have savings and income, so you don't have to worry about the rest." Song Huai paused, then turned his gaze away and said softly, "Don't talk about things that are not fixed, just wait until he comes back."

When the two adults heard the words, they didn't know what to say for a while.

Song Huai took off the quilt and covered him with the obvious intention of chasing away guests.

Zhao Yulan didn't know how to persuade her, so she went out with her brother.

When I was a child, Song Huai spent two-thirds of my time at the house of my uncle and aunt. Because Zhao Yulong and his wife were not their own sons, they couldn’t be bothered to treat their nephew. Sometimes the adults couldn’t make up their minds, so they had to ask Song Huai what he thought. .

After junior high school, Zhao Yulan gradually put down part of her work and took her son with her to raise her well. However, at this time Song Huai was already a young adult with a lot of ideas. As a lawyer, Zhao Yulan's strong style unconsciously made her Brought to life, two needle points collide with each other, which inevitably produces a lot of friction.

After he came out, Zhao Yulong patted his sister on the shoulder and comforted him, "Adolescence is normal for a child. Our family's bastard also made me half dead when he was in high school...don't worry too much about it."

However, Zhao Yulan shook her head.

Women's intuition is the most accurate, especially mothers who face children.

Zhao Yulong didn't understand, but she could clearly feel that there was a river running between mother and son. She was waving to her son on the other side of the river, but the wind was too strong, and the words she wanted to convey were drowned in the water. In the waves, it will never reach Song Huai's ears safely.

Zhao Yulong really didn't understand. After thinking about it carefully, he always felt that the reason for Song Huai's anger should be that one.

"You also know that he liked his father the most since he was a child. He could look at the deep trophy display case for a long time when he was a little bean. His father's influence on his fondness for counting things since he was a child."

He sighed, "In that cabinet were his awards and medals from childhood to adulthood, and he said he wanted to wait until he came back to take a good look at it, but now it's smashed like that... The child feels uncomfortable, so you give it to him again." Take some time."

Zhao Yulan looked downcast, "He has been in love with him since he was a child."

"It's normal for a son to like his father," Zhao Yulong added, "He also likes you, but he can't tell. Otherwise, he wouldn't have this disease."

"That's not what I mean, I just feel that something is about to change..."

Zhao Yulong looked puzzled.

"never mind."

Zhao Yulan grabbed a handful of her hair and suddenly sighed heavily.

"I need to get in touch." When she stood up again, her face was full of fatigue, but her eyes were firm. "No matter how his project is going, he must come back as soon as possible."

·

On the other end, Zhou Huan accompanied Meng Xi to complete the receipt form for the registration of visitors at the nurse's station. When the uncle and nephew went down the elevator together, Zhou Huan asked him, "Tell me, what about your classmate Song?"

Meng Jianguo is the only child in the family, and has no biological brothers or sisters. Zhou Huan has a good personality, and the two families have been together for so many years. In addition, he has personally gone through the procedures of Meng Xi's illness.

"Ah? What's the situation?" Meng Xi began to play dumb, "Is it my deskmate?"

Zhou Huan nodded his head, "Aren't you still pretending to be stupid with me? I see you wearing gloves, he has no protection, you just sleep on his bed defenseless...you are so defenseless Wary people? Are you stupid or am I stupid?"

Meng Xi ouched twice, secretly looked at Uncle Zhou from the corner of his eye, and covered his head in great aggrieved state.

Good boy, he has learned to act coquettishly and escape.

Zhou Huan sneered, unmoved, "Tell me the truth!"

"There's really nothing to explain, Song Huai is my good friend." Meng Xi smiled shyly, "He has very good grades. When he was in No. 1 Middle School in the city, he was able to get No. [-]. After transferring to No. [-] Middle School, we sat at the same table, and my grades were also tutored by him.”

Zhou Huan snorted, and said without itching or pain: "I heard from your father that your ranking in the monthly exam has improved a lot this time, and you have climbed more than 300 places."

Meng Xi nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, this is all due to Song Huai..."

"Okay, okay." Zhou Huan's ears hurt from hearing this, and he looked disgusted, "He's not here, so don't flatter him before me."

"..."

Meng Xi swallowed a mouthful of blood, and began to pretend to be good again, "Uncle Zhou, you are the best person, can you tell me about Song Huai's condition? He is already living in the VIP ward, and it is still such a rare illness. It’s impossible for this medical madman not to know anything about it, right?”

Zhou Huan glanced at him.

Meng Xi looked stupid, but his words hit the nail on the head——

Although only half right.

Zhou Huan was silent for a long time, then suddenly recovered his natural expression, and said casually: "It's nothing serious, I can't die, but there is no special medicine, so I'll just lie in the hospital for treatment."

Meng Xi: "...Your attitude is too perfunctory. If the patient hears it, they will complain."

"Just make a complaint. I don't use a scalpel. I just sit in the office every day doing internal work. I get up earlier than a chicken and sleep later than a dog. I don't want to do it for a long time. I can't wait to complain about me."

Zhou Huan tapped his forehead and taught, "If you are worthless like me, you can only obediently inherit your father's business, you know?"

Meng Xi: "...a worthless person who can't publish 40 SCI papers, thank you, it's too much pretentiousness."

"Oh, really?" Zhou Huan didn't blush when he was exposed by the junior, and he sighed, "You should be glad that Lao Meng is engaged in real estate. If you have to publish journals when you start working in real estate, your good days will come to an end."

"It's still early, I'm not even an adult yet—"

Halfway through, the elevator ding-dong announced that it had reached the first floor.

Meng Xi suddenly came to his senses, and said dissatisfiedly, "Wait a minute, Uncle Zhou, you haven't told me what's going on with Song Huai yet. Don't go around the topic!"

Zhou Huan suddenly restrained his smile, and after the elevator door opened, he gently pushed Meng Xi.

Meng Xi groaned and staggered out of the elevator door. When he looked up, he saw Xu Huifang and Meng Jianguo standing not far away with worried faces, and his expression changed immediately.

"What I told your parents is that you have a stomachache. If you eat a bad stomach, come here for an IV. Don't give me a false confession."

Zhou Huan patted him on the head like a child, and whispered in his ear, "You'd better not get involved in their family affairs, especially that child from the Song family..."

He stopped talking, chuckled and said, "Don't worry your parents."

Meng Xi opened his eyes wide, but before he could ask for details, his parents trotted over and pulled him into their arms.

Meng Jianguo rubbed the top of his son's head and thanked his old friend, "Old Zhou, I really trouble you."

"Why are you being polite? It's too far-fetched for us to thank you for our relationship."

After Zhou Huan finished speaking, he looked at Meng Xi who was still in a daze, and when the Meng couple was not paying attention, he made a slight booing gesture, and then left.

Xu Huifang didn't see Zhou Huan's small movements, and asked worriedly: "Why do you have a stomachache? What did you eat? Takeaway?"

"what……"

Meng Xi came back to his senses and lied subconsciously, "But, maybe I got cold from eating ice cream."

Xu Huifang didn't doubt that he was there, and kept talking about drinking more hot water along the way, and covering her with a hot towel when she went home to prevent further pain.

Meng Xi was sitting in the back seat of a car he was familiar with, with the window half open, and the cool night wind blew, carrying a faint message of dead leaves, rolled into his breath from outside the window.

He blew for a while, and then closed the car window under Xu Huifang's urging. At the same time, the phone beeped and the screen turned on.

The home page was still stuck on the same page of the forum that I read before I fell asleep, and the message bar at the top jumped out of the familiar contacts.

[Song Huai: Are you home yet? ]

Meng Xi couldn't help laughing after reading the four simple words.

Uncle Zhou also said in front of his face that he was given a ward. The emotional cover was for nothing, and he was as clear as a mirror in his heart.

[on the way. ]

Meng Xi replied slowly: [How do you know I'm home? ]

[Song Huai: Intuition. ]

[what? ]

[You are too perfunctory!pick nose.jpg]

[Song Huai:? ]

[Song Huai: Just guessing. ]

[Song Huai: Don't post that emoji...I'm a clean freak. ]

[Song Huai: The villain falls to the ground and vomits blood.jpg]

Meng Xi watched it twice, couldn't help but burst out laughing while covering his lips.

Meng Jianguo and Xu Huifang didn't know why, so they looked back and saw their son leaning on the car seat, smiling from the corners of his eyes, and typing something on the keyboard with both hands.

It seemed as though they hadn't noticed their gaze at all.

The car stopped slowly at the intersection in front of the red light. Xu Huifang turned her head and asked her son with a smile, "Xiaoya, who are you chatting with so happily? Have you had dinner yet?"

Meng Xi absent-mindedly responded, and posted the emoji of two villains farting. After successfully seeing the emoji of Song Huai vomiting blood on the ground, he smiled and withdrew the above message.

"Ah?" He glanced at his mother, the corners of his eyes and mouth were still curved, "I was reading a joke just now, and I've eaten dinner. By the way, Mom, I want to eat some fruit."

"Isn't it a stomachache? What kind of fruit do you want to eat?"

Meng Jianguo asked, "Is there any homework today? Can I make you fruit tea later? Orange dragon fruit and an oolong tea bag?"

"No more homework." Meng Xi was still focused on the screen and replied without raising his head, "Anything is fine, I will drink whatever I do."

The couple looked at each other silently.

When he got home, Meng Xi said he was sleepy, and immediately flew to his room, and closed the door very abnormally.

Xu Huifang's face became even more serious.

"This kid is really good. He doesn't know how to hide it. He has never eaten dragon fruit, but today he said he wants to drink fruit tea." Meng Jianguo turned on the light in the kitchen, took out a big orange from the refrigerator, peeled and cut it into pieces. Block, and said bitterly, "Oh, don't talk about it, puppy love, it's quite like me."

"The son is not like the old man, that's a big deal. It's really good and not learning but learning bad."

Xu Huifang rolled his eyes at him, pulled up two stools and sat down, "Come here and discuss... Don't mess with it, I guess he won't remember talking about drinking fruit tea until tomorrow."

Meng Jianguo was stunned for a moment, not understanding what his wife meant, "What are you discussing?"

"What else can we discuss?" Xu Huifang said, "Discuss whether your son's crush is a man or a woman."

The author has something to say: 1. Meng’s father and mother are not traditional people. Xiaomeng likes men and women and they can accept it. The attitude towards Song Huai is due to the shadow before. If Xiaomeng chooses to accept it, her parents have no objection .

2. Zhao Yulan didn't trap Song Huai in the hospital. An accident happened at home. Song Huai had a fight with the gangsters who broke in, which caused a stress reaction. The reason why she couldn't get in touch was because her phone broke.Her heart is not bad, but she loves her son and doesn't love the right way, so she asks Xiaomeng to teach her.

3. "Gravity's Rainbow" - Thomas Pynchon [US]

I haven't read this novel, but I saw a section of the main character's introduction that really poked me. It's a little easter egg. Let me show you:

Slothrop [the protagonist] is such a person who lives in historical phobia: he doesn't know who he is, where he came from, where he is going, completely lost the historical coordinates, and is at a loss Walking down the long corridor of history, it finally disappeared without a sound. ——Source Baidu Encyclopedia.

感谢在2020-04-0122:55:16~2020-04-0223:22:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Naran, Hengqing. 1;

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