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

There is a bus stop near the police station. When police officer Zheng sent Song Huai there, the 225 bus home was still a few minutes away.

"Thank you for your hard work today." Officer Zheng patted him on the shoulder, "Go back and get a good night's sleep. Leave the rest to us. If there is anything, I will contact your parents."

Song Huai yawned, "...Contact my mother, my father will leave in a few days, there is no need to disturb him."

"So soon?" Officer Zheng was startled. "He only told me that he would be back today, but he didn't say how long he would stay. I thought he finally took an annual leave, so he could come back and spend time with you..."

"Yeah." Song Huai put his hands in his pockets, "Let's leave on Friday, it should be."

"That's it."

The two stood in the sun and waited for a while. There were no people on the sides of the road, and there were few passing vehicles. The plane trees and poplar trees planted in the green belt had already sprouted small leaf buds.

Before I knew it, it was already March.

"Xiao Huai," Officer Zheng said suddenly, "you can communicate with your parents about some things. Your parents are both intellectuals, and they are very open-minded. Your mother studied the Fa and has seen all kinds of ways of life; you Dad has also stayed abroad for many years and knows many experts and experts in many fields..."

"My mother knows."

Song Huai interrupted him.

Officer Zheng stopped suddenly, tons of persuasion stuck in his throat.

They didn't point it out, but everyone could understand what they were talking about.

Officer Zheng didn't know what to say for a while.

Although Lin'an can be regarded as a new first-tier city, no matter where they are, people like them still belong to a minority group, and the concept and environment accepted by most people are still men and women marrying and having children. Nowadays, even most comrades choose to hide in the dark , living like ordinary people, how can this road be easy to walk?

Officer Zheng wanted to persuade Song Huai, but he was not a close elder after all, so it would be embarrassing to talk to the younger generation, and he didn't know how to persuade him.

After thinking for a long time, he could only ask from another place: "Then your mother's attitude..."

Before he finished speaking, the 225 bus came slowly from not far away, and parked steadily in front of Song Huai. The folded door was opened, and when he looked up, he could see the automatic card reader with the red light flashing.

"The car is here, Uncle Zheng, I'll go first."

Song Huai waved at him, then stepped up the steps in three steps and two steps, without even a chance for Officer Zheng to speak, he took out his card and swiped it smoothly, and the car door closed with a beep.

Officer Zheng could only watch the bus start. Song Huai walked to the back half of the carriage, and then sat in a place he couldn't see.

this kid...

This is very similar to Song Zhishen, they are people with their own ideas that cannot be easily shaken by others.

But no matter what, at the impulsive age of adolescence, even if it is not flattering, as an elder, he must strip the pros and cons of the road ahead for him to see clearly.

It is true that the road of life is to be walked out by yourself, but who knows whether the road out is a life-saving or a dead end?What's more, Song Huai is still a genius...

Officer Zheng sighed, and said to his heart, son, if you want to blame me, you can blame me, uncle will be troublesome this time.

He made up his mind, and then dialed Song Zhishen's cell phone number.

"Hello? Zhishen, um, it's me. Is my sister-in-law here? Oh, I'm cooking? I have something to ask you. Don't worry..."

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"What? What did you just say?"

Song Zhishen was holding the phone with one hand, and the other hand was still pressing on the divorce agreement on the coffee table. The voice of his friend in his ears seemed to be an encrypted telegram, and it took several times of energy to fully decipher each word.

"...It's okay, I was distracted just now, you continue to talk."

Song Zhishen rubbed his brows, "What are you talking about? Drug trafficking? How could Song Huai get involved in this kind of thing? ... Yes, I don't know. Neither Xiao Lan nor Song Huai told me about it."

What was said on the other end of the phone, Song Zhishen couldn't help frowning more and more when he heard the words.

"Who do you think he is with... Meng, Meng Xi?"

Gala.

Zhao Yulan pushed open the door and came out, she was still wearing disposable gloves, she was stunned when she heard this, "Who are you calling?"

Song Zhishen made a gesture to wait.

Zhao Yulan glanced at him, and didn't bother to care about him, so she turned and went back to the kitchen to continue processing the ribs.

Five minutes later, Song Zhishen finished the phone call and walked into the kitchen with a heavy expression on his face.

He stood upright and asked in a deep voice, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Zhao Yulan didn't raise her head: "What did you say?"

"You still keep it from me!" Song Zhishen raised his voice, "Of course it's about Song Huai's transfer to another school, involving drug trafficking and dating with the same sex!"

"What's the noise?"

Zhao Yulan kneaded and marinated the pork ribs under her hands, and replied coldly, "Is it useful to tell you? Will telling you let you fly back to China the next day or can you erase the past and start again?"

"Aren't I back now?" Song Zhishen couldn't understand, "I asked you too, but you said you have nothing to say."

"Because when you ask me, it's not that something hasn't happened yet, nor is it that it's happening, but that it's happened and it's almost over!"

Zhao Yulan clenched the ribs under her hand, took a deep breath, and said calmly, "Don't you understand? You're just superfluous by asking one more question. What happened won't be overturned because of you. Nothing can be changed. Can you comfort our mother and son or make up for what we missed? You can't do anything."

When she got excited, she couldn't help closing her eyes, and repeated repeatedly, "You can't do anything!"

"...I don't understand why you have such hostility towards me."

Song Zhishen frowned, Zhao Yulan's words obviously made him more sad than the divorce agreement, he couldn't help but stepped forward and pressed her shoulder, "He is my child, he has always been at the top since he was a child, but now he has transferred from No. [-] Middle School to No. [-] Middle School... I didn't know anything about it when it happened, but now it's over, can't I even ask for a reason?"

"You are not ignorant, you are just watching with cold eyes."

Zhao Yulan shook his hand away with a snap, and said indifferently, "When Xiao Huai was about to transfer schools, I frantically looked for you, but you refused to answer all the calls, and all I got in the emails I got was the assistant's template. Reply. I even contacted your colleagues who are still in the Academy of Sciences, but in the end I found nothing. You cut off all my chances to contact you, how can you ask me to tell you everything one by one now?"

Song Zhishen was speechless for a moment.

"never mind."

Zhao Yulan roughly pushed Haiwan aside, took off her gloves and pressed the center of her forehead, "It's no use talking to you now, if you're still a man, just sign the divorce agreement."

Song Zhishen was silent for a moment, slowly clenched his fists, took a deep breath and said: "...you know that my work has related confidentiality clauses, a dozen of us are at the South Pole with a wind speed of 20 meters per second, risking How do you want me to answer your calls and reply to your messages under such circumstances?"

"You are right." Zhao Yulan nodded. "I admit that you are a very good and dedicated scientist. Your dedication to science has exceeded my expectations. But..."

She looked at Song Zhishen fixedly, and said word by word: "This does not prevent me from defining you as an incompetent husband and an irresponsible father."

The air was silent for ten seconds.

Zhao Yulan's heart beat like a drum.

She never thought that the eloquence she had cultivated would one day turn into a knife blade and stab her once beloved husband.

She didn't regret it during the widowed education, she didn't regret it when she learned that the child was sick, and she didn't regret it when her father expressed strong dissatisfaction with her son-in-law, but after she noticed the strange eyes Song Huai showed when she looked at her, she did not regret it. shaken.

For Song Zhishen, Song Huai may be just a child in name, he adores his father, has good grades, is smart and has a calm personality, and has inherited all the excellent genes of his father and mother. Lambs that don't matter even if they are freed.

But not for Zhao Yulan.

Song Huai is not an indifferent machine named Excellent. He is also a human being. He grew up as a small group of babies. He has experienced school violence and experienced "left-behind children". The children are those who are able to take care of their own daily life before they reach adulthood, and those who gradually lose their emotions when they grow up.

He is a 'snap', and he is complete again when he meets another 'snap'.

Even a mother like her is disqualified, let alone Song Zhishen?

Zhao Yulan turned around, suppressed the tears in her eyes, and said calmly, "I know about the two of them. I have met Meng Xi several times, and he is also a very good-natured and sensible child. We are very happy together. If the two of them are together, I will not stop it, it is the path he chooses anyway, I just need to share for him the consequences that he cannot bear."

"Xiao Lan, you don't understand what I mean at all. You don't want to break them up. Do I have to beat the mandarin ducks?"

I just... just want to hear you share these troubles with me yourself, instead of learning all about it from other people's mouths.

Song Zhi took a deep breath and didn't want to argue with her any more, "Forget it, let's stop here. Let's calm down for a few days and wait until two days later."

Zhao Yulan didn't want to wait, but before she could say anything, there was a click at the door, and the disturbed door lock was accompanied by the sound of the key. The two of them looked at each other and stopped talking tacitly.

Song Huai opened the door and came in. He was surprised to see the two pairs of blue and red slippers at the entrance that were motionless before and after departure. He went to the living room and saw Zhao Yulan and Song Zhishen standing in the kitchen. It's silence, and the atmosphere looks unharmonious to the naked eye.

Song Huai was startled, "Mom...? Didn't you guys go out to eat?"

"No, you don't want to go, what else do we have to eat?"

Zhao Yulan tried her best to force a smile from the corner of her mouth, "I just bought ribs downstairs and some other dishes. Let's eat at home today?"

Song Huai let out an oh, went to the kitchen and frowned.

"The ribs are not so fresh anymore, and there are more bones and less meat. Mom, you asked the master to pick them? This must have been tricked."

Song Huai tasted the marinated base, and said, "The taste is bland, let's add more seasonings. I still have some onion and ginger at home. When cooking, add a little bit to remove the fishy smell..."

Zhao Yulan hurriedly agreed.

Song Zhishen stood by, watching Zhao Yulan clumsily start cooking under the guidance of his son, but he didn't even have any kitchen knowledge, so he could only stand by and watch.

He stared hard for a while, but the mother and son still ignored him, so they had to go out dejectedly.

The author has something to say: squeezed out by the mother (bushi)