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

Song Huai stepped upstairs, and the bottom of his sneakers left a light dust mark on the steps.There was silence all around, and the voice-activated lights above flicked on, casting a beam of pale yellow light that seemed to be worn out in the ink-colored aisle.

He followed the sign posted on the wall and walked up the last step.

The iron door of the roof, which had always been locked, creaked slightly in the wind, revealing a narrow gap through which faint light came in.

The cute instruction stickers stay at the feet, like a well-behaved Mr. Rabbit, leading him into another wonderful world.

Song Huai pushed open the door, and at that moment, the bright light and the bright dark blue starry field blurred together, filling his field of vision overwhelmingly.

Small colored light bulbs are decorated with dark thin lines, and the lines meander along the flower pergolas on both sides, wrapping around the slightly yellowed autumn leaves, illuminating the originally dim rooftop into a warm light cluster.

Meng Xi was wearing a loose camel sweater with a half turtleneck. He was bending over to fiddle with the gift boxes on the table. He turned around and smiled when he heard the sound, "You're here."

Song Huai was still pressing the doorknob with his finger, and was rarely caught off guard.

Meng Xi opened the gift box in front of him, revealing the small yogurt and fruit mousse cake inside under the gorgeous and charming halo.

"Clang clang clang!"

From nowhere, he conjured up a small golden crown made of hard cardboard, walked over in three steps and two steps, and dunked the opponent's head involuntarily with a posture like a slam dunk.

His speed was too fast, before Song Huai could react, the crooked and unstable little crown was placed on top of his head.

Meng Xi said with a smile: "How can you not wear a crown on your birthday? If you have a cake and a birthday star, you want me. This is called consummation, isn't it?"

Song Huai's shoulders were slightly stiff while leaning against the gate, and his warm breath was intertwined, like invisible silk threads entangled around him.

There is nowhere to run.

Don't get so close, stay away.

Otherwise, go on like this...

Meng Xi took a step back, bent down again and performed a substandard gentleman's salute, and when he raised his head again, only one figure was reflected in his coffee-colored pupils.

Continue like this……

Meng Xi stood on tiptoe slightly and raised his hand to adjust the angle of the crown for him little by little.His wrist was very thin, and his slender fingers lightly brushed against Song Huai's hair, hiding his tracks as gently as the night wind.

"Thank you for coming into this world, thank you for coming to my side. I wish you all the best, peace and joy..."

Meng Xi lowered his eyelids, with a smile that couldn't be hidden from the corners of his eyes.

"I wish you a hundred years of worry-free life."

After the last word fell, Song Huai heard a drum-like sound coming from his chest cavity. One after another, a ring of hot flames was about to pass through his chest, pierce his eardrum, and destroy everything. Burn to ashes.

go on like this...

How could he accept the reality of what might be lost?

At ten o'clock in the evening, Meng Xi uploaded a photo in his circle of friends.

In the rear camera of the mobile phone, Song Huai wore a golden crown on his head and was sitting in front of a small round table with cakes.

He drooped his eyelids, and a few faint candles lit up in the center of the cake. The soft light clusters illuminated his side face little by little, leaving a light flame on the bridge of the nose and eye sockets.

[The little prince descended on the planet on December 12. ]

Meng Xi pressed send.

At ten o'clock, less than five seconds after Moments was sent, the phone rang.

[Chi Hui: Happy birthday to the little prince, thank you for coming to planet b2-04. ]

[Tian Xiaojuan: Happy birthday to the little prince, thank you for coming to planet b2-04. ]

[Su Wenjing: Happy birthday to the little prince, thank you for coming to planet b2-04. ]

[Qian Mercury: Happy birthday to the little prince, thank you for coming to planet b2-04. ]

……

Meng Xi couldn't help but smile, and when he refreshed, another comment from Moments popped up.

[Director Pig: Rooftop?electric wire?open flame?explain? ]

Meng Xi: "..."

Grass, when was this added? ?How did the director stay on his list? !

Is it too late to delete it now?

He wiped his sweat guiltily, and was thinking whether he should lie that he was outside the school, or stay up all night to learn a lockpicking skill and fool the matter of the roof lock. About half a minute later, the director sent Two messages.

[Director Xiaozhu: The school prohibits naked flames and pulling wires privately, no exceptions. ]

[Director Xiaozhu: Meng Xi, remember to convey a happy birthday to Song Huai for me.The teacher wished him a bright future, success in everything, peace and joy. ]

Meng Xi couldn't help but startled when he saw this sentence.

After a while, he smiled softly, and changed Zhu Jun's note name back to [Director Xiao Zhu].

·

At ten o'clock in the evening, everyone put down the business at hand, lined up under the circle of friends posted by Meng Xi on time, and set up a repeater.

"Look," he pointed to the comments in Moments for Song Huai, "everyone is blessing you."

Planet B2-04 is the small and warm group of Class Four.

Song Huai was cutting the unfinished cake on the rooftop into small pieces and putting it into a box for Meng Xi's breakfast tomorrow, when he heard this and glanced at him, he suddenly asked an irrelevant question, "What are you doing?" When did you add so many friends?"

After such a long time, Song Huai has already figured out Meng Xi's social circle, and his WeChat list is also clean. Except for family and relatives, Song Huai and that fishy girl, there are no classmates or friends who have any contact with him.

"Oh, this," Meng Xi scratched his head, "Didn't I plan for your birthday two days ago, I just added it through a private chat in the group..."

But this is very important?Shouldn't this hot classmate relationship be very touching?

Song Huai personally proved that it is really important. Hearing Meng Xi said that he added friends because of his birthday, his expression suddenly cleared up, and he asked faintly, "Are you chatting privately one by one?"

"Of course not." Meng Xi looked at him like a caveman, "This is the age of technology, so it's enough to be a group."

Song Huai: "..."

At eleven o'clock, Meng Xi climbed into bed and turned on a small night light.

Song Huai turned off the headlights in the dormitory, followed the light he shone on and walked back, opened the curtain and was about to lie down, when he suddenly heard him say, "Xiao Song."

"Ok?"

The night at the end of December was already a winter night. Meng Xi sat on the bed, wrapped in a thick quilt, like a little white snowman that hadn't yet formed.

"By this time next year," he said with a serious face, "I will give you another birthday for your coming-of-age ceremony."

In the dark, Song Huai maintained the gesture of pulling the curtain, and responded after a while.

"For the sake of my hard work," he joked, "Call me Brother?"

Song Huai looks mature, and when they stand together, people often misunderstand that Song Huai is older.Meng Xi was also deceived by his appearance at first, and called him brother in a daze, but thinking about it now, he still feels extremely ashamed.

And if I don't get this sentence back, I feel like I'm at a big loss...

Song Huai smiled lightly, not being fooled by him, "Let's talk about it later."

Let's talk about it later, which means there is no way.

Meng Xi curled his lips and lay down resentfully.

Before going to bed that day, Song Huai cleaned up the congratulatory messages received on his phone, and suddenly received a private chat from Song Jiajia.

Song Jiajia doesn't have his WeChat account, nor does he have any friends, so he can only start a temporary conversation with him through the group.

[Song Jiajia: Happy birthday little prince, congratulations on finally finding your rose. ]

Song Huai was silent for a moment, and replied two words to her alone.

[thanks. ]

·

After Song Huai's birthday, Meng Xi's nerves had not been relaxed for a long time, and the final review week was immediately ushered in.

After New Year's Day, there will be more than ten days until the winter vacation.Because he uttered too much when he gave a speech under the national flag last time, the whole school, especially the two top classes in class one and class two, were studying hard during this period.

If you don't study, you can't do it. Meng Xi, that weirdo in Class [-], his score will increase by tens of points every time he takes the test. If he doesn't work hard, won't he be stepped on in the face by him?

In addition, the students in the top class have to be changed every semester. Students with high scores are filled in, and the students who are kicked out are assigned to ordinary classes according to their points.

Although it is said that there are always times when people stumble, these words can only comfort others. If you put it on yourself and be squeezed out of the top class by hated people, it would be a great shame.

This group of top students who are usually proud of their talents realized from Song Huai that there is a huge gap between geniuses and geniuses, and they personally felt the horror of being chased and crushed when they met Meng Xi.

They were fighting like chicken blood one by one, which put a lot of pressure on Meng Xi.Especially the last time I accidentally got a big limelight, if I stumbled at the end of the term this time, I would inevitably be laughed at.

It's okay to laugh at him, but when I think of Song Huai being involved with this group of trash...

This will not work.

Meng Xi tensed his nerves and finished studying for four days. At night, when he was dreaming, he silently recited the words he had memorized during the day, which made Song Huai who was woken up by him dumbfounded.

After the New Year's Day holiday, Song Huai didn't need to mention it this time, so he offered to ask if he could study at his home.

"Sanshui, can you check my material excerpts for me?" During the holiday, Meng Xi chased Song Huai out with his schoolbag on his back. Literate, but don't know how to use it..."

For the subject of Chinese, the composition with a full score of 70 is the top priority.

Meng Xi's recitation is not bad, and he is quite romantic, but he doesn't know anything about writing essays. A good argumentative essay is either written as a prose narrative essay with a partial topic, or repeatedly uses Nobel, Marie Curie, Qu Yuan, Edison, etc. Crazy stuff.

Song Huai corrected his composition once, and he didn't fall asleep that night. His mind was full of Meng Xi's diary writing of elementary school students: When I was young, my father took me to the skating rink...

When he woke up the next day, with two dark circles under his eyes, he assigned Meng Xi a task: to extract good words and sentences.

The obedient student didn't understand and asked, "What are good words and sentences?"

Song Huai thought for a while, and said with a deep expression: "Foreign authors, such as Pollock, Yeats, etc., if the poems they write seem to be particularly cultured, you can copy them if you don't understand them the first time. down."

Meng Xi: "..."

It is copied now, but not knowing how to use it is also a problem.Some verses are relatively narrow in scope, and they are not universal golden sentences. If there are relatively few themes of the composition, they can be discarded.

"Who wrote it? Recite it to me."

"'I was sent to hell by the rainbow in the sky...my life is so vast that I will not just dedicate myself to strength and beauty.'" Meng Xi thought for a while, "the poet seems to be Rimbaud."

Song Huai was walking down the steps when he heard this and staggered.

He raised his head, hesitated to speak, "...where did you copy it from?"

"From, from the official account?" Meng Xi looked confused, "I also copied a lot of Rimbaud's poems, why is my life just a gentle madness... Are these all okay?"

Song Huai opened his mouth, hesitated for a long time, and finally swallowed.

"It's okay." He whispered, "It's just that the scope of application is not that wide."

As he spoke, he pulled the shoulder bag on his back and waved to Meng Xi, "Come here quickly, the bus is about to arrive."

Meng Xi cheered up when he heard the words, and quickly caught up with Song Huai's footsteps.

Speaking of which, this was his first time taking a bus.

Meng Xi grew up in a well-off family. The most important thing is that although his father has his own company, he also has a group of capable subordinates.

Rich people always spend money to buy time. Meng Jianguo is even more willing to be with his favorite wife and youngest son. When he went to kindergarten when he was young, Meng Jianguo drove him to and from kindergarten. When he was in junior high school, he became a driver. Let go and let Meng Xi touch this world that belongs to him.

The bus about three meters long stopped slowly at the platform, and the passengers swiped their cards to get on the bus in an orderly manner, and there were just two seats reserved on the bus.

There is a row of transparent glass on both sides of the seat, which is exposed to the wind and the sun, and covered with a layer of light stains and dust.Press your fingertips on the glass, and when you slowly release it, a slightly clear fingerprint is left on the window.

The bus passed slowly on the road, and the toy-like cars and the tall and thin poplar trees beside the road passed them by.The windows of glass are like slowly unrolling camera film, and when the brown tape is pulled at a constant speed, it becomes a retro dynamic picture.

He leaned against the window, feeling the bus passing by on the uneven ground, the body shook slightly, and soon fell down slightly, like a slow-rolling version of a roller coaster, time wandering on the road, rubbing Everything that passed by shrank smaller and smaller.

Meng Xi turned his head, and Song Huai leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes to rest his mind. His side profile was amazingly superior, with a tall nose bridge, slightly long eyelashes, and two thin lips.A light cluster projected in from outside the car, stayed on his profile for a second, and then quickly moved away, leaving behind a mottled shadow.

Meng Xi's heart beat as fast as a drum.

He was a little hesitant, but also a little excited.

Now they should be very good friends... right?

·

When Song Huai returned home, there was no one in the house, and the room was empty.

He turned on the light as usual, took off a pair of spare slippers and handed them to Meng Xi, "Put them on."

"Well, good."

Meng Xi took the slippers, and looked into the room cautiously, but he didn't see anyone after looking around, so he couldn't help asking, "Aren't your parents at home?"

Song Huai hummed.

Zhao Yulan said that she had to work overtime today, so she made some food in advance and put it in the refrigerator to warm him up when he was hungry.

He opened the refrigerator and saw the lunch box she had prepared at a glance.

The box contained braised pork with potatoes. The cut pork was half burnt and half red, and the soup was frozen to ice.The rotten potatoes don't look fresh, and when paired together, no matter how you look at it, you can't say that you have an appetite.

Other than that, there was only a plate of yogurt, a packet of dried noodles, and a small handful of wilted vegetables left in the refrigerator.

"..."

Song Huai got a headache, so he simply closed the refrigerator door, out of sight and out of mind.

Meng Xi followed behind him step by step, looked around curiously, and couldn't help saying, "The decoration style of your house is so simple."

There are only a few large pieces of furniture in the living room, a few dusty impressionist illustrations on the wall, a pile of A4 papers and printed documents on the table, and a simple and uncomplicated set on the coffee table. A simple white cup.

Other than that there are basically no other decorations.

The thick curtains in the living room are tightly closed, preventing the light from outside the room from coming in, the sofa cover is also a dusty color, and the whole room is in a dark tone.At first glance, there is still a kind of illusion when I sleep until the evening and just wake up.

There are obviously many traces of use, but no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an ordinary family life.

It is very different from the style of Meng Xi's house full of flowers and plants, ceramic decorations, fabric hangings and so on.

This family looks simple and clear, but for some reason, it seems to be a little depressed.

Song Huai hummed, "My family doesn't stay at home often, so if the decoration is a little complicated, it's not easy to take care of."

Meng Xi made two oohs in understanding.

Also, like his mother Xu Huifang, who is almost a full-time housewife now, she spends a lot of time at home, so she has time to play with flowers and plants.

He had heard of Song Huai's mother before, and she seemed to be a very powerful lawyer.Meng Xi met her once, that is, the time he visited the hospital.

I have to say that his mother's first impression is indeed cold, with the aura of a strong woman.

No wonder Song Huailai was able to give birth to a small ice cube.

Looking at Song Huai's back, Meng Xi couldn't help but smile.

Song Huai looked puzzled, and took out a bottle of yogurt from the refrigerator and handed it over.

There are no ingredients at home, and when I go out to buy vegetables at this time, basically they are not fresh or left over by others.

So he simply gave up his plan to cook.

"Why is there an electronic lock on that door? Are there valuable things inside?"

Meng Xi asked.

Song Huai didn't understand what he was talking about, but when he looked up and followed his gaze, he fell silent.

The door that was smashed by those gangsters last time was completely replaced, and the crumbling door lock was replaced with an electronic lock.The password is known to be his birthday without even thinking about it, it's just... old-fashioned and clumsy, with a hint of flattery.

Such a grown-up man, who is so powerful in the workplace, why has he never thought about how strange it is to install an electronic door at home?

Isn't it fair to tell others that there are treasures here?

"This room..."

Song Huai put away his thoughts, stepped forward and pressed the password, and with a tick, the password was passed.

After the door opened, he pulled down the doorknob and slowly pushed open the door that had been covered in dust for a long time.

"This is actually my father's study."

Song Huai said.

Meng Xi had heard Song Huai's father's name countless times, and probably knew that Song Huai's father was a scientist who was doing research projects in Antarctica, and he hadn't been able to go home once in a few years.

He stood on tiptoe and looked in from Song Huai's shoulder, only to realize that although the study was large, a large part of it was occupied by unknown equipment, leaving only a small room for walking.

The cabinet next to the wall by the window is full of medals and certificates of honor, standing or hanging one by one, and the characters inside have more or less appeared in the news broadcast, and they are all real bosses.

"This is my father's showcase."

Song Huai knelt down and introduced its origin layer by layer, introducing his father at what age he won the trophy in some competition, or how many years ago he got a scientific research project and led the team to make a score.

Song Huai said that since six or seven years ago, he hadn't been at home often, and this room was not used often, so it was reserved for him.

Meng Xi was ignorant of what he heard. On the one hand, he couldn't help feeling that his father was great, but on the other hand, he felt a little weird, so he couldn't help asking: "What about your certificate?"

In his cognition, someone as smart as Song Huai may have participated in various competitions since he was a child, and he is the kind of super academic who wins awards and gets weak.

Since the father's medal of honor is placed here, the son's should also be on this floor, right?

However, Song Huai shook his head, "There's nothing to see."

He pointed to the bottom layer of the display cabinet, which contained a thick stack of certificates or awards, round medals that could be counted like coins, and even a model of an aircraft carrier about an arm long.

Overstuffed and messy, nothing like the exquisite arrangement of the top tiers of display cases.

"I originally wanted to collect it and wait for him to come back and read it."

Song Huai said softly, "But every time he came and left in a hurry, he never had time to sit down and chat. After thinking about it, these things are nothing to show off, so they are just piled up here."

Meng Xi never expected this to be the case.

He stood up and took a good look around the small study that already belonged to Song Huai——

The bookcases are full of books that he can't understand, such as magazines on geographical surveys, or quantum mechanics.The mahogany table is a little cleaner and tidy, but there are also a lot of documents in the corner.

In the whole room, there were not many traces of Song Huai's use.

He stood for a while, and suddenly felt a strong sense of bewilderment.

It's as if in this small and empty home, there is no safe place to stay.

Song Huai didn't make any further explanations or introductions, and Meng Xi didn't intend to poke his mind. The two retreated from the room in silence, and suddenly there was a clicking sound from the entrance.

The door lock turned twice, the door handle swung up and down, the door was pushed open, Zhao Yulan walked in carrying two shopping bags, the three of them raised their heads and looked at each other, they were all stunned.

The author has something to say: dozing off while writing (magic skill)

感谢在2020-04-1423:58:45~2020-04-1522:18:37期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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