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

"I think he has a lot of heart."

Meng Jianguo said in a deep voice, "It's okay to be a wine and meat friend, but if you really want to make friends, you can't play with him."

After hearing this sentence, Meng Xi's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but defend Song Huai, "No, it's because Qiao Lei has been pestering us all this time, he's my deskmate, roommate, and good friend, That's why I thought of a way to deal with Qiao Lei."

"No matter what his purpose is, didn't he turn Qiao Lei into the army?" Meng Jianguo frowned and said, "Leaving aside Qiao Lei's problem, I can use my parents' contacts to find out about Qiao Lei's biological mother. Encouraging the other party to confess and expose Qiao Lei, and finally using his own way to punish him... I don't deny that he is brave, resourceful and bold, but I want to ask you, an ordinary underage boy, Who can do such a thing?"

His tone was very severe, unlike the relaxed state when chatting with Meng Xi, Meng Xi subconsciously lowered his head and stopped talking.

Seeing his son's bewildered look, Meng Jianguo couldn't help sighing.

Just now, when Meng Xi said that he was in high spirits, he seemed to feel that Song Huai's move was like a superhero's backhand when he seemed to be dying, saving or even turning the battle. He was very hot-blooded and handsome, but his father was listening very tremble with fear.

As long as there is any mistake in the middle, Song Huai will not have any problems as a whistleblower, but Meng Xi, who is with him and completely unaware of it, may be involved in this storm, and he can't clean his own mouth after a hundred and eighty mouths. suspected.

Meng Xi raised his head slowly, as if he had thought of something to say, "Actually, Song Huai's heart is not bad. He is indifferent and rarely cares about other people's affairs. Qiao Lei... Dad, you know that too. Song Huai and I are good friends, so he held a grudge because of this, and usually provoked Song Huai several times. To be honest, I was the one who got him involved in this matter, he is innocent..."

"I understand that he usually takes good care of you both in study and in life. Our whole family is very grateful to him, and we will thank him well someday, but that's all we can do."

Meng Jianguo paused, "Have you ever thought that maybe Song Huai will be the next Qiao Lei?"

Ridiculous, how is this possible? !

Meng Xi subconsciously wanted to refute, but he stopped him.

"I know you're going to say how noble he is, and you don't want to be with a villain like Qiao Lei. But don't forget..."

Meng Jianguo nodded his confused son's forehead, and said earnestly, "You are different from ordinary people."

"Before Qiao Lei's accident, he was also a good friend of yours, but now?"

"Qiao Lei has been neglectful of discipline since he was a child, and he is brave but not resourceful. If his old man stops, then there is nothing to fear. But what about Song Huai?"

Meng Jianguo said slowly, "Father doesn't interfere with your making friends, but it's fine if you make friends with someone stupid or stupid. At least he won't hate you if there is a conflict, and he won't be like Qiao Lei... Do you understand?"

How could he not understand?

If he doesn't understand, he won't become the "school bully" in the legend of No. [-] Middle School, he won't have a real friend, he won't be like a deep-sea fish, afraid of light, and can only indulge himself when there is no one and at night.

But Song Huai is different...

Meng Xi opened his mouth, but his mind went blank, and he couldn't think of what to say at all.

At this time, Xu Huifang knocked on the door and called them to come and eat the fruit for digestion.

Meng Jianguo said, "Think about it for yourself."

He didn't say any more, patted his son on the shoulder, got up and went out.

After closing the door, he grabbed his messy hair and fell back on the bed exhausted.The window was opened with a small slit for ventilation, and the half-drawn curtain was gently blown by the floating breeze. The afternoon sunlight penetrated through the narrow window slit, and the light and shadow quietly covered half of the bed.

Di-

When the notification sounded on the phone, Meng Xi half-closed his eyes and looked at it. It turned out that it was a WeChat message from Song Huai.

A picture full of dishes.

[Today's lunch. ]

At the bottom is a cute bunny emoticon pack, which says in cute fonts: Have you eaten yet?

Song Huai didn't post emojis before.

In the past, he didn't like to reply messages or send photos, and he didn't even have an emoji package. The aunt who danced in the square was more fashionable than him.

Meng Xi is a big fan of emoji packs and a level [-] Internet surfer. After getting acquainted with him, every time I chatted with him on WeChat, I felt like I was going to be suffocated. After that, I insisted that Song Huai save emojis and send voices, and sometimes he would drag him around in the dormitory. He forced a group photo to be kept.

Now there are more than [-] emoticons in Song Huai's WeChat, all of which were smuggled from Meng Xi, and each of them bears the avatar that Meng Xi has used.

Even after the quarrel yesterday, he changed his profile picture to black, and after hanging up the phone and logging onto WeChat, Song Huai's profile picture had already turned white.

Meng Xi looked at it, and suddenly remembered what it was that sentence stuck in his throat that he wanted to say but was forgotten.

Song Huai is indeed different from Qiao Lei.

them……

They are clearly in love with each other.

·

In the afternoon, under the pretext of playing games, Meng Xi asked his parents to go for a drive and stroll around the mall.He lay on the window on the second floor and saw the silver sports car driving slowly out of the garage, and gradually left the small villa. He quickly jumped out of bed to lock the door, and then secretly made a voice call to his boyfriend.

"I can't go to school tomorrow."

Meng Xi still used the excuse Xu Huifang gave him, "My parents said that during this period of time, they were afraid of Qiao Zhen's hands and feet. There are too many people at school, so it's not as safe as at home."

"That's fine, your safety is the most important thing."

Song Huai nodded, "When are you going back to school?"

Meng Xi said, "About a week later."

It was indeed a long time for a sophomore in high school to be absent from class, but after all, something like that just happened, and it was not a problem for Song Huai to pull him from below the three-book line to an ordinary one-week course.

Song Huai counted the time and had a good idea, and said again: "You can't be lazy at home, I will play a video review for you every day at noon and evening, and also do the homework assigned by the teacher."

"My parents are at home at noon, let's change it to afternoon."

Although Meng Xi didn't intend to break up with Song Huai just because of his father's few words, as long as Qiao Zhensheng and Qiao Lei still had room to breathe, the strings on Meng Jianguo's forehead would not be loosened.

It is difficult for a daughter-in-law and a father to have both. This kind of conflict should be avoided as much as possible.

Meng Xi gave himself a thumbs-up, and said vaguely, "My mother has a favorite TV series that is broadcast at noon. She is bored at home alone, and always wants to drag me to watch it together."

Song Huai was a little surprised, "Do you want to watch TV dramas together?"

Song Zhishen and Zhao Yulan are two very independent people. If they can do things by themselves, they will not drag others to be a companion. They will accompany their mother to watch the TV series at twelve o'clock at noon...

To him, it was quite novel.

"That's right." Meng Xi smiled sheepishly, "Actually, what she watched was those mother-in-law and daughter-in-law ethics dramas that are very bloody... Maybe it's because they are too bloody, so when watching it, she wants to find someone to complain about and chat with. Bar."

It's no wonder that although full-time wives from rich and noble families are relaxed and trouble-free, they are extremely idle when they have nothing to do, and they can't go shopping and play mahjong with their little sisters every day. die?

Speaking of parents, Song Huai casually mentioned a few words, "Today, my parents seem to have quarreled."

He seldom mentioned about his parents, firstly because he has a dull temper, and these private matters would not be easily shared with others, secondly, secondly...

There is nothing to share.

So every time he heard about his parents, Meng Xi was very interested.

"Why did you quarrel? Is it serious? Or make up after the quarrel?"

"I don't know too well." Song Huai said, "I came back this morning, and when I was outside the door, I heard arguing vaguely. When I came in, the faces of both of them were not very good, but they didn't say anything. It seems It's like my mother was angry with my father, and I don't know what happened after that."

"Normal, many parents quarrel and don't want their children to see it. My mother sometimes hits my father with slippers when she gets angry."

He said with a face full of surprise, "However, I think your parents should have a good relationship. Your father is away on business trips all year round, and your mother is not angry or complaining about your father. After coming back after a long time, why did you suddenly quarrel?"

After he finished speaking, Song Huai was silent for a moment, "Maybe... it's because of me."

Meng Xi was slightly taken aback, and after a while, he heard him lower his voice and say slowly, "She is very professional. I used to rarely see her coming home at night even during long vacations. The house is cleaned once a week. I cook all the meals myself, and she usually orders takeaway when she comes back."

"It's always been that way."

"After I fell ill, although it didn't affect my diet and daily life, it may be the reason why the doctor told her that I was too neglectful when I was young... This year, even if I come back from the weekend and stay for a day or two, no matter how busy she is at work, she still needs to pay attention. Take time to go home. In the past, she didn’t even know how to use a gas stove, but now she can scramble eggs or cook some simple dishes, but she must sacrifice a certain amount of her career to take care of the family.”

"In addition, too many things happened some time ago..."

Song Huai paused for a few seconds before saying softly, "She's also under a lot of pressure. When my father comes back...it's inevitable that he will complain."

Both ends of the phone fell into silence.

A small bird fell on the telegraph pole outside the window. It was a small ball, its feathers were still bright yellow. It tilted its head and chirped curiously at the shadow in the window twice. After a while, there was no reply, so it fluttered in disappointment. The wings flew away.

"...It's not your fault either."

Meng Xi racked his brains to find all kinds of gentle words from the barren lexicon, and comforted him, "These are normal frictions in life. Your mother must be serious if she is willing to give up part of her job to take care of you." After consideration, this is her own choice. And it's not necessarily because of your quarrel, don't think about it. "

Song Huai shook his head.When standing outside the door, although he couldn't hear clearly because of the sound insulation problem, he still vaguely heard a few key words, including him.

Holding the key, he stood outside the door for a long while, very embarrassed.

When she was a child at her uncle's and aunt's house, she was always worried about causing trouble to them. After returning to her own home, although Zhao Yulan seldom went home, she gradually got used to living alone.

Every day he sets the alarm clock to wake up, arranges the bedding and sheets, washes up, eats and goes to school. In the junior high school days when boys of the same age had to be woken up by their mothers, prepared clothes, and squeezed toothpaste for him, he did better than anyone else and was more independent. As if to prove that I am a suitcase that can be packed by myself, I put it in the corner and wait quietly for the time to go out.

Because of this, I was particularly at a loss when I inadvertently found out that the pulleys of the suitcase were a little stiff and difficult to push.

I really want to prove that I am still the suitcase that I used to pack and go out by myself without the help of others.

"One more year."

Song Huai sighed, and said, "After the college entrance examination, find a place to travel with you, and then... just go to my uncle's laboratory to attend and study."

go far.

Don't trouble others any more.

"Your mother doesn't know these thoughts."

Meng Xi was very sad when he heard it, as if he had fallen into his mood, his throat was blocked with emotions, and he had nowhere to express, "Stop making decisions by yourself, if you can, find a chance to have a good talk with your mother Let's talk, I always feel that she doesn't think like this... Anyway, you should listen to what she thinks."

In addition, what role did Song Huai's father, Song Zhishen, play in his growing up?

An unreachable hero standing on the other side?

For wife and son, do they really need it?

Meng Xi really wanted to ask, but he swallowed the words after thinking about it.

Because of these topics, the atmosphere of the chat became a little dull, and both of them lost interest, so they hung up the phone after a while.

Meng Xi lay on the bed for a while, then got up suddenly and found a blank piece of paper on the desk. He first wrote down the names of Zhao Yulan and Song Huai, then he drew an arrow pointing from Zhao Yulan to Song Huai, and then ticked another The anti-arrow is just a ball of thread circled beside it, and a slight question mark.

He wrote Song Zhishen's name next to it. On the 80g pale A4 paper, these three bare words stood quietly beside him, looking so out of place.

Jingle Jingle.

While Meng Xi was still in deep thought, his cell phone rang suddenly, and an unfamiliar local number popped up on the screen.

His eyelids twitched, but before his brain could react, his fingers had already pressed the answer button.

"Hey?"

A slightly cool voice sounded in my ears, after the slight distortion of the phone, it was magnetic with a charming texture.

"Hi, I'm Song Huai's father."

Song Zhishen said gently, "Student Meng, I want to talk to you about something, do you have time today?"

Meng Xi glanced at WeChat subconsciously. Song Huai probably went to rest and didn't reply.

He took a deep breath and lightly clenched his fists.

"Hello, Uncle Song."

Meng Xi said softly, "I also want to find a chance to have a good chat with you."

The author has something to say: the more pure is Kawen_(:з」∠)_

It is true that there is going to be a divorce, but it is a very important plot. It can be said that half of Xiao Song's life will be affected (the other half will be kept secret), so I will carefully consider the follow-up development.

感谢在2020-07-1316:41:00~2020-07-1819:09:40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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Jianpu; 5 bottles of Jiang Shu; 1 bottle of Tuobaerqin and Ayu;

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