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

After Zhao Yulan and Song Huai arrived at the airport, the weather outside had changed from sparse drizzle to bean-sized raindrops, which fell to the ground one by one, making a terrifying sound.

The rainy and snowy weather in early spring is always so cloudy and cloudy. The mother and son waited for more than an hour before the flight that appeared in the mail arrived late in the heavy rain.

When she saw Song Zhishen walking steadily towards them step by step from the crowd with a black coat hanging on his left hand and pulling the handle of the suitcase, Zhao Yulan lost her temper.

Zhao Yulan tapped her watch and stated word by word: "We have been waiting for you for an hour and a half."

Song Huai sat aside, looking at his father whom he hadn't seen for a long time, without saying a last word, he just turned his head and yawned halfway.

"I know."

Song Zhishen took off his glasses, took out a pack of tissue paper from his pocket, and while wiping the water droplets on the lenses, lowered his head and said, "The assistant forgot to check the weather when helping me buy the plane ticket. I told her just now, and I won't do it next time." Let her make this mistake again."

"Can't you buy things like booking a plane ticket yourself?"

Zhao Yulan took a deep breath, "Or is it a matter of patting your head when you come back? You don't need to ask if your wife and children are free to pick you up, and you don't need to check the local weather to pack your luggage before departure?"

"of course not."

Song Zhishen was stunned, showing a somewhat puzzled expression, "I can do these small things, but there's no need to waste time."

The exit is a semi-open-air design, and the rain outside is heavy and urgent, even if you walk by quickly, it is difficult not to be affected. Song Zhishen's combed hair was wet by the rain, and a few scattered strands of hair hung down on him. beautiful forehead.

They are all in their 40s, but Song Zhishen seems to be frozen in time, only a little more mature than when he was young, and the word aging seems to have never appeared in his dictionary, and he speaks in a leisurely manner Not slow, and there is a distinctive bookish temperament when standing.

He seems to be Song Zhishen 20 years ago, who would stand on the street and argue with his girlfriend to prove his point of view.

"Let me make an analogy. The assistant makes coffee for me. It only takes me 5 minutes to drink it. But if I go to make coffee myself, it will take at least 10 minutes. In these 10 minutes, I can hold a video conference and do one more experiment. ..."

Zhao Yulan raised her head, and her husband's miniature gradually appeared in her dark brown pupils.

"For you, efficiency and work will always come first."

She spoke slowly, "But don't forget, your assistant receives the salary from your Academy of Sciences, but we don't."

Song Zhishen was stunned.

"Let's go."

Zhao Yulan didn't talk nonsense with him, she picked up the newly bought umbrella, took her son's arm, and walked straight to the parking lot.

Song Zhishen stood awkwardly at the back for a while, seeing the mother and son drifting away, touched his nose, and hurried up with the suitcase.

When we arrived at the parking lot, Song Huai was about to sit in the back when Zhao Yulan suddenly stopped him and pushed him into the co-pilot seat, "Sit down."

Song Huai was stunned for a moment, "Mom—"

Zhao Yulan returned to her driving seat, put on her seat belt, put on the car key, and looked at Song Zhishen who was rushing not far away, and said flatly, "When I came here this morning, Mom made a mistake."

"You're not as good as him."

·

The reason for Song Zhishen's return this time is also very simple, it's not for anything else, it's for Song Huai's college entrance examination.

Time flies, Song Zhishen didn't know his son was sick when he left, and now Song Huai is already in the second semester of high school.Song Zhishen himself didn't know when he would come back next time, so he simply came back when he was not busy with work, and left with peace of mind after all the things that should be dealt with were done.

Zhao Yulan was sitting at home peeling peaches, her eyelids rolled up when she heard what he said, "How many days are you staying at home?"

Song Zhishen said: "It won't be long, only five days."

When Zhao Yulan heard this, the fruit knife in her hand stopped suddenly, and the half-peeled peach skin was quietly hanging on her tiger's mouth without moving.

The air was quiet for a while, and Song Zhishen took a sip of water, "The work in hand is not completely finished yet, and a research has already come to an end, so I will be free for a few days."

"Five days, what is there to say."

Zhao Yulan put down the peach and the knife in her hand, feeling a little tired suddenly.

"Say as much as you can."

Song Zhishen took the knife, and continued to sharpen the edge of the knife she had done last time, saying, "Are you still busy with work? If not, let's have dinner tomorrow as a family of three."

Zhao Yulan said: "Tomorrow is Monday, the child has to go to school, so I won't be able to eat."

"Do you live on campus? Can't come out at night?"

Song Zhishen asked again, "How has he been in school for the past two years? Are his grades good? How many rounds of the competition have he participated in?"

"I changed schools. My grades are pretty good, and I have always been among the top few in the school. I haven't participated in the competition yet, but I just signed up. I heard that the exam will take place in a few months."

"Oh..." Song Zhishen nodded, "Is there anything else that needs to be discussed about the child?"

Zhao Yulan suddenly felt ridiculous when she heard the words.

What is 'Is there anything else to discuss'?

Isn't the child Song Zhishen's son?Why do you say as if you are cutting a peach, you can cut as many petals as you need?Education is such an easy thing? ?

She turned her head away, and Song Zhishen still had the expression of 'You ask a question and I'll solve it, and then we'll move on to the next one'.

Zhao Yulan couldn't help but took a deep breath.

Before the incident happened, before meeting her husband, she had so many troubles and problems to talk about.

The matter of Song Huai's transfer to another school, the matter of his dating, the matter of filling in volunteers, the matter of his little deskmate, the matter of his parents' dissatisfaction with his son-in-law, and even all kinds of strange things and grievances encountered at work. things.

So many, so many, but in the end they all turned into a few words.

"never mind."

she says.

Song Zhishen nodded, "Then shall we go for dinner tonight? Italian food, or the Cantonese restaurant you like?"

That shop had closed down a year and a half ago, and the boss and his wife were going back to Guangdong to get married. After Zhao Yulan found out, she went to eat the last meal, and gave the young couple a wedding red envelope by the way.

Now, just like what Song Zhishen used to do, she omitted all the process and gave a short result as he wished.

“Italian food bar.”

"it is good."

Song Zhishen handed his wife a tissue, then smiled, "I'll make a reservation later."

Zhao Yulan also said, "Okay."

·

After Song Huai took a shower, he still felt extremely sleepy when he was drying his hair.

During this period of time, he wanted to contact Meng Xi without telling him about this. He didn't get enough sleep. He wanted to take advantage of the weekend to catch up on a good night's sleep. After his boyfriend calmed down, he asked him out for a meal. Unexpectedly, Song Zhishen called him directly when he came back. messed up his whole plan.

He wiped the water droplets on his face, and when he looked in the mirror, he could clearly see the bloodshot eyes in his eyes.

The phone beeped twice, and Song Huai swiped open the lock screen to see that it was a message from Xiao Meng.

Posted an hour ago.

...What is the use of this reminder?

Song Huai clicked on it, and there was only one question mark.

[have you woken up?What's wrong? ]

He typed this sentence, and the moment he pressed send, a dazzling red exclamation mark popped up in front of the screen.

[The message has been sent, but has been rejected by the other party. ]

[An indifferent and ruthless person has turned on friend verification, and you are not his (her) friend yet. ]

Song Huai: "...?"

He was confused for two seconds, and suddenly realized that he had been blocked, so he quickly clicked on the search box and entered Meng Xi's WeChat account, but it showed that there was no such person; searched for the mobile number to add, and directly displayed that the other party rejected the message.

Song Huai: "..."

This is how angry he was, and he didn't leave a way out.

He couldn't sleep, so he dialed the phone directly, and a beep sounded a few seconds later.

"Hey?"

Meng Xi was eating grapes with his feet up on the desk, and asked vaguely, "Why do you want me?"

Song Huai breathed a sigh of relief, "Why did you block me?"

"Blocking?" Meng Xi spat out the grape skin with a bang, "I even unfriended you!! You still have the nerve to ask me, why don't you ask me what you have done?"

Song Huai was innocent, "What did I do?"

Just waiting for your words!

Meng Xi quickly put his feet back and sat upright, and began to accuse him of his crimes one by one, "I sent you a message in the morning, why didn't you reply to me?"

Song Huai explained in detail, "My dad returned to China today, and my mom and I got up at four o'clock in the morning to pick up people. It was raining outside and the plane was late. We just got home. I took a shower. I just saw the WeChat message. Pop up your message."

Well, this is indeed a business, and it is normal to not bother to look at the phone.

Meng Xi snorted and asked again, "Then why didn't you send me a message last night?"

Song Huai looked puzzled, "Didn't I send you a message to remember to eat dinner and pay attention to rest?"

"You won't say more carefully? It's as if you haven't said anything!"

As soon as he mentioned this, Meng Xi became angry, "Should I go back to you to rest assured that I will not die of starvation, or go back to the hospital, which is only a 10-minute drive from my house, and if I stay up late until I pass out, I will be sent directly to the hospital?? "

Song Huai: "..."

He pursed his lips, thinking it was funny, but still replied in a good voice: "I didn't wait for your reply, I thought you were tired, so I wanted you to rest for a while. Then I will send you more messages next time, okay?" good?"

"That's almost... and more."

Meng Xi let out a breath, and asked his most tangled question, "Also, why did you keep hiding from me about Qiao Lei from the beginning to the end?"

The receiver went blank for two seconds.

Meng Xi subconsciously held his breath.

"I'm afraid you'll get hurt, and I'm afraid you'll be stimulated again."

Song Huai paused, and told the truth in a low voice, "I'm even more afraid that you will be soft-hearted towards him."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-07-0821:37:18~2020-07-0923:38:43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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Jiang Shu;

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