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

Meng Jianguo's private pilot took half a month's vacation to get married. He couldn't take a private plane, so he asked his secretary to buy a flight after midnight. It was already early in the morning when he landed, and the airport was empty. His wife and children were resting, and he simply opened a room nearby to sleep for a few hours. After waking up, he heard the news that Qiao Lei was suspected of committing a crime.

"What's the situation?" He narrowed his eyes, took the face towel and wiped his wet face, his brows were all wrinkled together, "I haven't dealt with this bastard yet, why did I go in by myself?"

"I don't know the specifics. The bureau doesn't want to reveal the suspected minor." The assistant said, "I heard that there was a bit of a commotion. Yesterday afternoon, I was pushed into a police car in front of a Japanese grocery store."

Meng Jianguo snorted, "It deserves it."

"Also," the assistant said in his heart that you deserve it too early. He glanced at the boss and said cautiously, "When Qiao Lei was arrested yesterday...Meng Xi was also there."

"Meng Xi is also here..." Meng Jianguo followed subconsciously, before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head, his voice suddenly raised an octave, "What the hell? Who is here?!"

The assistant said, "Meng Xi is here."

Meng Jianguo: "What the hell?? Where is Meng Xi???"

Assistant: "Meng Xi was at the scene where Qiao Lei was arrested."

"Say it again, who was arrested???"

"It was the scene where Qiao Lei was arrested." The assistant added again, "Meng Xi was at the scene where Qiao Lei was arrested."

"........."

Suddenly, Meng Jianguo felt dizzy, almost out of breath, and quickly sat down while supporting the cabinet, and took a heart-saving pill by the way.

"Please tell me clearly," he rubbed his temples, and asked with a frown, "Why is my son here?? What's going on with them? Did Qiao Lei follow him again, or did they make an appointment to meet?"

"It seems that we have an appointment." The assistant coughed and opened a bottle of water for Meng Jianguo, "Meng Xi was also taken to the police station for a record. I don't know why. I only heard what the witness said. The poisonous thing..."

As soon as Meng Jianguo heard it, his head started to buzz, "What poison? Poison or...?"

"That's it." The assistant rubbed two fingers implicitly, "Bai.mian.er."

"..."

Meng Jianguo quickly took another pill, and his assistant measured his blood pressure, which was indeed high.

This is the case when people get older, and because of work, they can't escape alcohol and cigarettes. No matter how delicious the food is served every day, it is easy to get three highs. Meng Jianguo also has more family affairs in the past two years, so he can Symptoms of high blood pressure.

"Don't worry too much." The assistant quickly reassured him, "Meng Xi seems to be going to be a witness and make a statement. This matter has nothing to do with him. Didn't the wife also say that she was home yesterday, and she told you that she was safe? Is it? If you really have something to do with him, you won't be able to come back last night."

Meng Jianguo was out of breath just now, but now that he thinks about it carefully, it seems to be the reason, and he heaved a sigh of relief, "This brat, it's better not to have anything to do with him, if he really has anything to do with that kind of thing...see if I don't interrupt him." leg!"

The assistant smiled beside him without saying a word.

Meng Jianguo said again: "I'll go to the school later and take care of Qiao Lei's matter. You don't have to follow me, go to the company to check the situation for me, and if everything is normal, go to the office to inquire about it." , see if there is any news."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and stopped, "Forget it, you don't need to ask, I will ask this brat myself later."

The assistant has long been used to him throwing up after eating, so he is no stranger to it, "Understood."

The matter of Qiao Lei's withdrawal from school went very smoothly after the school received a call from the police. Meng Jianguo only mentioned the beginning, and the director showed him his attitude on the desk: he will not wrong every student, but the same, he will not be wronged. Allow immoral students to remain in school.

Meng Jianguo got the answer he wanted, and finally put down a big stone in his heart.

He has been away from home for a while, and he didn't know about his son's study situation. He asked a few more questions while he had time. The director was also very cunning, so he didn't give him too much hype. First, he said that he did it Some naughty things, and then combined with Meng Xi's recent performance and achievements, he picked up the good things and praised them vigorously.

Sure enough, without saying a few words, Meng Jianguo was in high spirits, and said modestly: "This kid will follow me, he has a very stubborn temper, and he can't stand a little bit of grievance, so you bother me."

...that's not a big deal.

The corner of the director's mouth couldn't help twitching, and after a few more conversations, he was about to bring the topic to the topic of the renovation of the second canteen, when Meng Jianguo suddenly said: "Mr. Zhu, if our child transfers to another school, what do you think about his current state?" Will it have a big impact?"

The director's words fell into his mouth immediately, "...transfer school?"

"Yes. To tell you the truth, it was a last resort to let Meng Xi study in No. [-] Middle School. Which parent do you think doesn't want their child to go to the next level? Xiao Meng can be reborn here, I am very grateful for your cultivation , but let me tell you the truth, don't be angry."

Meng Jianguo said, "The number of teachers and students and the teaching environment of No. [-] Middle School are definitely incomparable with that of No. [-] Middle School. His hard work during this period has shown me that he also has great potential. If it is here, maybe his goal is It's just an ordinary book, but if you transfer to another school, maybe..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the director already felt an unspeakable shame.

The resources of private and public schools are indeed incomparable, especially No. 85 Middle School is the first high school in Lin'an, and it is also a key high school in the province. There are many Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon special-grade teachers in the third class of senior high school, and even the average class has a rate of one [-]%, which is not at the same level as their sprint type who pile all the foam on their heads when they take a shower.

It is understandable that Meng Jianguo wants his children to study in better high schools.

But he thought it was the same thing, and when he really said it, he still gave the director a step up, "Xiaomeng has many boarding houses, and he doesn't go home very often. We can't ask the teacher about his usual performance in detail, so I thought It’s just an idea, and we still need to see the suggestions of the teachers.”

He didn't donate those buildings for nothing. Of course, the director had a heart for Meng Xi, lest Mr. Meng ask, even if he didn't know how his son was doing recently, it would be too perfunctory.

The director thought for a while, and said frankly: "Meng Xi was often isolated in the first year of high school. I remember that in the next semester alone, I caught him skipping classes and went to Internet cafes forty or fifty times. To be honest, if it weren't for you We have expelled our children long ago. But since the second grade of senior high school, Meng Xi has made great progress in both study and interpersonal relationship... Meng Xi gave a speech last semester, and the entire fourth class applauded him, I think the students also had a great impact on his learning environment."

Meng Jianguo thought of his son's good friend named Song Huai. It seemed that it had indeed been since the second year of high school. Xiao Meng told them a lot of interesting things and smiled more when he called them.

"Should I transfer to another school? I don't think it's up to me to make the decision, or you, the father, to make the decision. You should listen to the child's opinion."

The director usually sees that Qian Yan is open to the crowd, but he is still very reliable at critical times, "Is his current state the best state that can stimulate his growth? If so, I want to take ten steps of progress and one hundred steps of progress Apart from the result, there is not much difference, right?"

Meng Jianguo seemed to make sense, and there was really no need to worry about this matter. After returning home, he should discuss it with Meng Xi and listen to the child's thoughts.

He nodded, so he didn't mention it again.

·

There was no class the next day, and Meng Xi suffered from insomnia until four o'clock in the morning. After sleeping for a few hours, Xu Huifang pulled him up and had breakfast. He yawned and ate eggs and bread. He opened a bottle of milk and asked casually, "Why didn't you reply to your WeChat message yesterday? He even called me this morning to ask about it."

Uncle Zhou is his father's good friend, Zhou Huan who works in the hospital.

"Oh." Meng Xi said, "I haven't logged into the background of WeChat, and I haven't seen the notification."

When he saw Song Huai's message last night, he really didn't know how to reply, so he quit WeChat and turned on the Do Not Disturb mode to block all message reminders. He didn't expect to accidentally hurt Zhou Huan.

"People who never leave their mobile phones, didn't log in to WeChat last night?"

Xu Huifang said casually, but didn't care, "Then you can reply later, don't worry your uncle."

Meng Xi: "...OK."

After breakfast, he went back to his room and lay down. The mobile phone placed by the bed was already fully charged. After turning off the Do Not Disturb mode, he pulled down the reminder page, and it was full of messages, including app pushes and a few WeChat messages. , but the name is folded, and the sender cannot be seen.

Meng Xi took a deep breath, logged on to WeChat, pulled down to refresh, and several dialog boxes with small red dots popped up in an instant.

He roughly flipped through it several times, and finally saw a familiar head at the bottom.

There is no hint of the little red dot.

[Remember to eat dinner and have a good rest tonight. ]

Their chat page was still at eight o'clock last night, and this was the last message Song Huai sent.

Meng Xi stared at that sentence expressionlessly, read it two or three times, and suddenly felt an unknown fire in his heart.

I can't tell the truth, but anyway...

very angry.

He changed his avatar to all black, and by the way, changed his WeChat name and signature to full stops, then reopened the dialog box, and sent an indifferent '? 'past.

5 minutes later, nothing happened.

Meng Xi went to peel an orange, watched another online class, waited calmly for four or ten minutes before picking up the phone, and looked at the chat page again, as if he was dead.

Meng Xi stared fixedly at the phone. Half a minute later, he clicked on the three dots in the upper right corner and sent the person directly to the blacklist.

"Goodbye you."

·

On the other side, someone who was sent to the small black room went to the airport in Zhao Yulan's car before six o'clock in the morning.

"Go back to sleep if you're sleepy." Zhao Yulan fetched him a blanket and turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, "I'll be there in 10 minutes."

"It's okay, I can't sleep."

Song Huai was still holding the instant coffee he bought from a 24-hour convenience store. He yawned lightly and asked, "Why did you come back suddenly? I didn't say anything in advance."

"Who knows about him." Zhao Yulan said softly, "When he wants to come back and when he wants to leave, he has the final say. The rest of us can only listen to his arrangement."

Song Huai was silent for a moment, then changed the subject, "How long will Dad be staying here?"

"I don't know." Zhao Yulan also paused, "He didn't tell me anything."

She didn't know when she came back, which flight she booked, why she came back suddenly, and how long she stayed there. Song Zhishen didn't tell her, but at 12:30 in the middle of the night, she suddenly received a scheduled email telling her I arrived at the airport around [-]:[-] in the morning.

Couples who have been married for more than ten years actually communicate in this way of sending emails.

Or regular mail.

How ridiculous.

The carriage was a bit stuffy, Song Huai unbuttoned a button, and gently rolled down the window.

Zhao Yulan said: "His room hasn't been cleaned yet, and the quilt hasn't been dried yet. When the time comes, get a quilt from you and let him settle on the sofa."

Song Zhishen has a moderate obsession with cleanliness, especially when it comes to sleeping. The two of them were still in love in the early years. When they first got married, Song Zhishen insisted on taking a bath and going to sleep in the guest bedroom after finishing the couple's affairs. Zhao Yulan didn't understand at first , Later, with the busy work of the two, they gradually got used to it.

For couples who are also workaholics, sleeping in separate beds does not affect each other's work and rest, which is very good, very good.

In the next few years, Song Zhishen spent less and less time at home, and the guest bedroom was given to his son. Sometimes the couple would sleep in the same bed, but it would be impossible. Just like now, take apart the foldable sofa and get a new bed .

Even Song Huai was not surprised by this.

"It's rare for him to go home, just to discuss your going to college."

At the red light ahead, Zhao Yulan slowed down and parked on the side of the road, tapping the steering wheel lightly with her fingers, "I respect your opinion, but your father is also an academic after all, if you don't want to study the Fa...he is very good at this The network is also wider than mine, you should listen to his opinion."

Song Huai hummed.

"Last time I called your class teacher and heard that you are going to participate in the competition?"

Zhao Yulan said again, "Should you ask your father to find a friend and give you some counseling? I heard what the teacher said, if you can get the ranking, then the recommended place will be stable. If you are willing to recommend, wait You finish the college entrance examination ahead of time, let's find some time to travel and relax? My mother has a friend who leads an archaeological team in Xi'an. I watched their video last time, and it was quite interesting."

"I haven't made up my mind yet." Song Huai said, "There may be other arrangements."

Zhao Yulan asked, "What arrangement?"

Song Huai stopped talking.

"And Xiao Meng?"

Zhao Yulan raised her chin, and her eyes fell on the red light not far away. The bright red numbers were beating in the gray morning, echoing the rhythm of the beating heart, like an hourglass, manifesting time drop by drop. in sight.

She turned her head and saw her son sitting in the co-pilot. The boy who was about to be tall and straight, with half-lidded eyelids, had a cold and unapproachable aura.

"You and your father are really alike."

Zhao Yulan said, "It looks like it was carved out of a mold."

Song Huai turned around and heard his mother ask, "You and Xiao Meng are together, is that the same?"

He suddenly remembered Meng Xi's questioning at the Japanese grocery store yesterday afternoon, which seemed to be exactly the same as his mother.

Tick, tick.

It was gradually raining outside the window, and the raindrops floated in through the cracks in the car window, hitting the back of his hands, icy cold.

Song Huai closed his eyes slightly, and replied softly, "Yes."

The author has something to say: Elementary school chickens quarreled, Dong Warui.

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