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

When Song Zhishen arrived at the appointed coffee shop, it was raining lightly outside. Even though he was holding a big umbrella, a thin layer of raindrops inevitably fell on his coat.

He came by taxi.

As Song Huai said, he hasn't been back to China for a long time, and his assistant and driver are usually in charge of driving, and he is still not used to touching the steering wheel.It was raining outside and it was gray again, so he took Didi just to be on the safe side.

He closed his umbrella and walked into the coffee shop, unbuttoned two coats, and subconsciously searched for the waiter. When he saw the waiter standing behind the counter and checking the number with the machine, he suddenly smiled.

"Uncle Song?"

A clear youthful voice sounded behind him, he was startled, turned around and saw a boy about seventeen or eighteen years old sitting behind a round table for two not far away.

This glance was somewhat beyond his expectation.

The teenager has a cool hairstyle and is wearing an off-white coat with a bright yellow sweater inside. The collar of the shirt is turned over at the round neckline. Under a pair of comfortable loose jeans, he is stepping on a pair of black and white Converse.

On the way here, he thought for a long time, thinking about what the boy who made Song Huai fascinated and even willing to risk his life would be like?

Are you tall?How is your personality?I heard that the other party's grades are also good, is that also a calm and mature child?

He thought about it for a long time, and felt that Song Huai's temperament was a bit like him, and also like Zhao Yulan. The family of three were not talkative, calm and sharp.Maybe the type Song Huai likes is the same as he was back then, he loves pretty roses with thorns.

Beautiful, charming, yet sharp, independent and noble.

It was far from what he imagined...too much.

Song Zhishen was stunned for a moment, then smiled politely, and walked over to take a seat.

"Wait a long time?"

He couldn't help but sized Meng Xi up a little more, with some uncertainty, "You are...Meng Xi?"

"Correct."

Meng Xi nodded and waved towards the counter. The waiter who had just ignored Song Zhishen just now saw it and hurried over with a smile on his face and the menu.

"A mocha."

Meng Xi turned the menu directly in Song Zhishen's direction, and asked politely, "What would Uncle Song want to drink?"

Song Zhishen said: "Ice American style is fine."

After the waiter left, Meng Xi sensed Uncle Song's observing gaze, smiled, and explained, "Usually, strangers order by themselves. I'm a regular customer of this store." Song Zhishen nodded.

In fact, although he was curious, he couldn't say he cared about it.

Less than 10 minutes later, two cups of coffee were brought over one after another. The hot and cold coffee cups stood facing each other, and two clouds of mutually exclusive mist filled the surface of the cups.

"I'm here today." He coughed and folded his fingers, "I want to talk about you and Song Huai."

Meng Xi thought to himself, that's such a coincidence, I also want to talk about you and Xiao Song.

But on the surface, he politely gave way, "Uncle Song, please tell me."

Song Zhishen nodded, took a sip of his coffee, and said abruptly, "Are you and Song Huai dating?"

Meng Xi was stunned suddenly.

He originally thought that what Song Zhishen was going to tell him was about Qiao Lei yesterday, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't play cards according to the routine at all, and played a pair of king bombs at the beginning of the game.

Song Zhishen knew about it, but Song Huai didn't mention it to him. That is to say, it was just a coincidence that Song Zhishen discovered it?

During those few seconds, Meng Xi didn't have time to think too much. He looked at Song Zhishen's scrutiny, sat up straight, "Yes."

Song Zhishen thought that he was going to hide it for a while, but he didn't expect him to answer so frankly, which made his question very unmannered, and he couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

"you……"

As soon as he said two words, Meng Xi took over the conversation smoothly, "We haven't been together for long, and the official relationship started this semester. Last year, when Song Huai transferred to our class, he happened to have sex with me. We are at the same table and are roommates. At first we looked down on each other, and there were a lot of frictions and conflicts. But after getting along for a long time, we gradually discovered each other’s strengths and became good friends. As for what happened later...you now Got it too."

He talked for a long time, and it seems that he explained everything clearly, but if he recalled carefully, he didn't say any details and details, and the answer was very official.

Song Zhishen didn't understand any of the things he wanted to know, and was blocked by Meng Xi's words. He is not a thick-skinned person. When he mentioned this point, it would be meaningless to ask further questions, and he seemed extraordinarily mean.

He searched around but couldn't think of any problems, so he could only say, "Song Huai won't be an adult until the end of next year, and he's going to take the college entrance examination soon, so now he's in a relationship..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Meng Xi took out an ID card from his wallet, handed it the side where his face was photographed, and said implicitly, "Uncle, my birthday is July 01, 7, and I am also a minor."

Song Zhishen was choked immediately.

"As for the college entrance examination, you don't have to worry. Song Huai has always been excellent. After he transferred to our school, he ranked first in the same elective courses every time in the exam, and he can still open up the gap with No.2 by dozens of points. As long as he is in the competition casually If you get a ranking, you can guarantee it."

Meng Xi opened the photo album on his phone while talking, and showed Song Zhishen the screenshots of his scores in the two-semester exams, "As for me, I'm not as smart as Song Huai, and my starting point is lower than him, and now I'm barely hovering at the level of an ordinary book. .But there is almost a year left, work hard, maybe you can go to the same university as him."

Song Zhishen was still a little confused when he heard what he said, so he looked at the screenshot: Good guy, from the total score of 190 in the three subjects of the test at the beginning of the school last year, it jumped to 350 in half a year, and no one took a rocket so fast.

Even the class teacher and the age teacher can't say out of conscience that falling in love affects learning.

"..." Song Zhishen was speechless for a moment, and before he had time to think of what to say next, Meng Xi had already grabbed the conversation.

"I heard Xiao Song mention you many times before, saying that you are a great scientist. You have been investigating Antarctica for many years and published many authoritative papers. You are a big cow in the industry. You have also stayed abroad for many years. , I have seen a lot of humanistic customs.”

Meng Xi didn't care about 21. He first boasted about Song Zhishen's level and vision, and then naturally transitioned to the main topic, "It's quite embarrassing to say that, since I was a child, I have traveled abroad as many times as I can with one hand. I can count it. Every time I buy special products, go shopping and take pictures, I come back after a few days of shopping, and I have never learned about the local culture. Unlike you, I have seen a lot. I heard that the United Kingdom passed in 2014. For the gay marriage law, there were several 10 people in Rainbow Square last year, and there was a guard of honor in the square, which was particularly spectacular.”

While talking, he changed the subject, "Hey? Uncle Song, you have been in England for a long time, right? Have you ever visited the University?"

"........."

"This one……"

Song Zhishen could only bite the bullet and said, "I haven't participated in it, but every year during those few days, London is particularly sensational, and I've heard of it."

Meng Xi snorted, "That's too enviable."

After this sentence, he didn't say anything, took a sip of latte, sat there quietly, and completely lost the pressing posture just now.

Song Zhishen also took a sip of coffee, feeling very tricky.

He found that although this kid was young, his IQ was not low.He seemed to be chatting about family matters, but in fact, every sentence was a gimmick. He was like a lion trapped in a trap, with nowhere to claw.

Now the other party just moved his lips, his nerves couldn't help tense, he felt uncomfortable all over, he didn't know what kind of trap was waiting for him next, and Meng Xi was almost ptsd.

Meng Xi asked again: "When did Uncle Song come back?"

Seeing that he had finally changed the subject, Song Zhishen couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, "That's what happened this morning."

Meng Xi let out a long sigh, and said abruptly, "I heard from Song Huai that you had a fight with your aunt?"

Song Zhishen's hand holding the coffee cup suddenly paused.

The heating was turned on in the room, and more than half of the ice cubes in the coffee had melted, gradually returning to a slightly cool taste. The tabletop was warmed, and his rain-stained coat was already dry when he entered the room.

However, the temperature between them dropped little by little.

"This kid, tell you everything?"

Song Zhishen gently scratched the wall of the cup with his thumb, and said in a warm voice, "It's just a little friction in life, which couple doesn't have some quarrels? It's normal."

"Ordinary couples generally don't talk about quarrels. We are more colloquial and talk about quarreling."

Meng Xi put the accent on the last two words.

Song Zhishen's polite smile gradually froze.

He suddenly realized that this didn't seem quite right.

The purpose of his coming to see Meng Xi, on the one hand, was to see what kind of person Song Huai could fall in love with early on, and his character; on the other hand, he also wanted to be angry with Zhao Yulan.

Isn't it necessary not to tell him anything?

In that case, he came to ask in person.

But at this point, he suddenly realized that this was wrong.

The initiative is completely held by Meng Xi, he can talk about whatever he wants, and if he asks one more word, he can block people from saying anything.

The identities of the two of them seemed to be completely reversed, becoming...Meng Xi was investigating and testing him.

"Accordingly, your surname is Song and my surname is Meng. I have no right or reason to intervene in your family affairs for the two families who can't get together at all."

Meng Xi put down the cup, the bottom of the cup was empty, and there was a slight clicking sound when it hit the table.

Song Zhishen's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"But," Meng Xi said slowly, "Since my boyfriend's matter is involved, I have to intervene."

These words were offensive, and Song Zhishen didn't care about his self-cultivation anymore, he frowned and said angrily, "What do you mean?"

"Don't worry." Meng Xi suddenly showed a shallow smile on his expressionless face just now, "Let me tell you a story."

"Once upon a time there was a little wild cat who liked to chase birds and grasshoppers in the fields, fish for tadpoles and dragonflies by the river, and sleep in dry tree holes. One day he met a little domestic cat, I fell in love with her, so I peeked at her every day on the wall of the owner's house. After a long time, the owner of the little cat arranged a home for him and added bowls and food for him. The little male cat and the little female cat We eat and live together, and soon we will have children."

At this point, Meng Xi suddenly asked a question, "Guess what happened next?"

Song Zhishen didn't answer, but frowned more and more.

"Later, the little female cat gave birth to a little kitten, and the little male cat passed the estrus period and started a semi-domestic life. He returned to the small tree hole where he lived before, and he still caught insects, fished and fished every day. Butterfly, when passing by the wall of the little female cat occasionally, would go to rub her nose with her."

"One time the little wild cat jumped into the wall and saw a very small male cat lying on the feet of the female cat. He curiously went over and kicked the kitten's buttocks. Unexpectedly, the furious female cat slapped his head frantically. Very aggrieved."

"Do you know why?"

Meng Xi said slowly, "Actually, it's quite a simple truth. Most male cats, including many cats, are males who are born and raised."

boom--

Song Zhishen stood up suddenly, the corner of the table was scraped by his clothes, the whole table shook violently, the coffee cup fell down with a clatter, and the remaining half cup of iced Americano flooded most of the dining table in an instant like a flood that broke through.

With an ugly face, he said in a deep voice, "Is this your tutor?"

Meng Xi stood up unhurriedly, took out two paper towels and covered the spreading coffee stain perfunctorily.

"According to our family's tutoring, a father like you, the first time he saw you, this cup of coffee was on your face."

He said politely, "Because you are Song Huai's father, I am polite enough."

What kind of crooked reasoning is this! !

What is a father like him?What did he do? ?

Song Zhishen couldn't help taking a deep breath, his heart was raised to the mouth of his throat, and his whole body was congested.

Since I came back, everything seems to have changed, my wife has changed, and my son seems to have changed too.

In the past, their house was a pair of free-wheeling gears with many parts. Although it was very complicated, there was never a single failure.Until he came back this time, all the programs collapsed, and people kept warning him that the left nut of the central pillar was unqualified from the very beginning, but obviously...

Obviously his mechanical template is a copy of his father and mother, and it has been running smoothly for decades, why did it become like this?

At this moment, Song Zhishen suddenly felt a heavy powerlessness, even the anger of being pointed at and scolded by a child has disappeared.

Am I really, that a failure?

His eyes were full of bewilderment, and he couldn't help muttering to himself, "What the hell did I do? Why Xiaolan...why you..."

For a scholar who does not eat fireworks, nothing is more painful than denying himself.

Song Zhishen has always been proud of his academic talent, and he is always proud of having a lawyer wife who takes care of everything in an orderly manner, and a son who is extremely smart, sensible and steady.This trip back to Lin'an almost ruthlessly shattered half of his self-esteem and self-confidence.

"Don't you understand yet?"

Meng Xi was neither happy nor peaceful, he just said softly: "For your family, you just didn't do anything, but you also lost because you didn't do anything."

"By the way, Uncle Song."

He reminded softly, "Song Huai's date of birth is December 2001, 12, no matter from the solar calendar or the lunar calendar—"

"Neither will he be... an adult by the end of next year."

The author has something to say: Everyone's evaluation of Song Zhishen seems to be one-sided. Some cuties may not understand why he treats his family like this. In fact, as he said, he has lived like this since he was a child. When he was young, his father The mother is a talent (see the original text attached below). In that special era, the knowledge of Mr. Song and Mrs. Song determined that they could not take care of the family, but only the country, so they neglected to teach their sons.

But what Song Zhishen didn't realize was that he didn't understand the whole process of his parents' relationship (the follow-up plot will be picked up slowly), and he didn't understand that his childhood experience had elements of the time. He just took the template for granted. I feel that this is a stable model that makes him feel safe and free. In addition, Zhao Yulan is not a gentle woman who can communicate like Xu Huifang. She looks very similar to Song Zhishen, but Song Zhishen's The coldness is the lack of emotion, Zhao Yulan's coldness is that she can't express, and they mistakenly recognized each other's signals when they fell in love, which led to the subsequent tragedy.

(Originally, these should be reflected in the previous article, and they are echoed here, but they are often changed when writing, and I did not make notes, so sometimes I can’t remember exactly which edition I actually published, and there will be no Write the foreshadowing deep accident)

Attached is a preface: Chapter 42

[The Song family is a family of scientific research. Mr. Song is a particle physicist who returned from studying in the United States. Mrs. Song looks friendly, but she is also a chemistry student.

Mrs. Song gave birth to two sons. The eldest son, Song Zhishen, is a climatologist. He went to work on the Antarctic expedition project within a few years of marriage, and he is not at home now; What kind of quantum collider is going on in the laboratory...]

(↑After a few years of marriage, he started working on projects—not only Song Zhishen, but even his younger brother Song Zhishen was working on quantum colliders every day, and the little uncle who mentioned Song Huai in the previous article couldn't get out of the laboratory, etc. And other related words. The brothers who were educated in this kind of environment and family actually have very little need for family affection. They transferred this lack of love for their parents and relatives to academics when they were young, thus only neglected in the family)

感谢在2020-07-1819:09:40~2020-07-1823:30:37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: 3 bottles of Jiang Shu;

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