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

With a click, the door lock made a metal impact sound, the reddish-brown door creaked, and the corner of the door drew a beautiful arc on the smooth floor, and the wind outside the house was whistling, like a huge shower, enveloping Rainwater rushed in from all over the place.

"dad?"

Song Zhishen turned his head, and saw Song Huai wearing a dark blue pajamas, holding a mug, and the other hand was still in mid-air to carry the kettle. They were a little confused, "What's the matter? Did you go out without an umbrella?"

"Um……"

Song Zhishen brushed off the drops of water from his clothes, and said in a muffled voice, "It was still drizzle when we went out, so we didn't find an umbrella, so we left directly. I didn't expect it to be so big when I came back. I wanted to take a taxi, but only 2% of my phone was left. The power cuts off halfway through the taxi call.”

"The umbrella is next to the door, just pull the handle."

Song Huai walked over helplessly, grabbed the handle on the side of the cabinet and pulled it out, and a hidden cuboid compartment was drawn out, inside which were four or five umbrellas, with long handles and short handles, three-fold and five-fold, all kinds of umbrellas. have.

"Also," he reminded again, "the next time your phone runs out of battery, remember to find a nearby supermarket. Now free rental power banks are also popular. If you can't rent them when you run out of battery, you can ask passers-by to help you. Just transfer the money back."

"You can also rent the power bank?"

Song Zhishen was speechless.

He has been away from home for more than a year, how could he know that in such a short period of time, the domestic sharing industry has developed in full swing.

After Meng Xi left, he sat in the cafe for a while, and only after he went out did he realize that the gentleness of the rain was gone, and the bean-sized raindrops hit his face with pain.

He rummaged through his upper and lower pockets to find two yuan. After taking the bus for more than 30 minutes, the bumps made him feel sick. He finally got off the bus, but he had to walk for more than ten minutes to get home.

How happy I was when I went there, but how embarrassed I was when I came back.

Song Zhishen has been devoting himself to researching academics, and the white clouds in the outside world are changing rapidly, and he is alone in the eye of the tornado. When he looked up, he suddenly found that the world had already changed.

Whether it's a person or an object, it seems... They are no longer what he used to remember.

·

At nine o'clock in the evening, Song Zhishen was wearing a black overcoat and sitting in the waiting seat of the police station. The time on the wall clock ticked by every minute and every second. Broken glass mixed with precious photos, messy, tricky, and distracting for a while.

He sighed for a long time, subconsciously took out a pack of brand new cigarette cases from his pocket, before the plastic packaging was removed, an auxiliary policeman came over to stop him, "Comrade, smoking is not allowed here, please cooperate. "

Song Zhishen was stunned for a moment, followed his gaze to the no-smoking sign on the opposite wall, and then suddenly realized that he put away the cigarette pack in a hurry, "I'm sorry——"

"What's the matter, old Song?"

After Zheng Wengang and his colleagues handed over the relevant materials, when they came out of the meeting room, they saw Song Zhishen talking to the policeman. When he walked over to take a look, he saw the cigarette in his hand at a glance.

"I've been waiting for a long time. I just had a meeting. Speaking of which, I haven't seen you for so many years. Have you finally learned to smoke?"

Zheng Wen teased a few words, then gestured to the little policeman, then pulled Song Zhishen by the shoulder, and walked together to the parking lot outside the house.

"Look at you, you are still so polite after all these years."

Zheng Wendao, "Isn't it just a little thing? I told you that your son invited me to dinner, but you still want to invite me. Why, don't you give Song Huai any face?"

Song Zhishen smiled faintly, "He's still a child, what does he know. If it weren't for you, he probably wouldn't be so easy to get out of the relationship. It's right to invite you to this meal, as many times as you want."

"I agree with the last few sentences of yours, but I don't agree with the first." Zheng Wen laughed twice, and patted Song Zhishen on the shoulder, "Old Song, the only thing your son can sum up as a 'child', probably That's the age on his ID card."

Song Zhishen didn't know how to answer, he could even remember Song Huai's birth year wrongly, so he fell silent.

Zheng Wenming is going on a business trip today, and he won't be able to stay in Lin'an for long. This thank you meal can only be squeezed out of the arrangements of two busy people. They make appointments, and only tonight is free.

Song Zhishen originally wanted to make a reservation at a restaurant with a slightly higher grade, but Zheng Wen waved his hand when he knew about it, and only said that the old classmates were reunited, and the food should be simple.

He thought about it again, after all, Zheng Wen's identity is more sensitive, and the cheap food would not make him offend others, so the two finally decided on a local local restaurant in Lin'an.

The decoration of the local restaurant is average, and the sanitary conditions are average. The room is still full at night, and the chef turns the big iron pot in his hand up and down through the glass partition.

They stood and waited for a while but did not see a vacant seat. The proprietress saw that the two of them were pitiful, so she discussed with a young man in his 30s, and the three of them shared a table.

For Song Zhishen, eating in an earthen restaurant with a strong smell of fireworks is a rare life experience.

Zheng Wen saw that he took out a paper towel and wiped the oily table top, and then wiped the chair carefully. He even wrapped a noodle that was accidentally thrown out by the young man beside him. He wrapped it in a tissue and threw it in. garbage can.

"Old Song, enough is enough." Zheng Wen couldn't stand it anymore, "It's been more than ten years since you graduated, why is your cleanliness getting worse?"

"It's an old problem." Song Zhishen said, "It's the same in the laboratory—"

"All right, all right, don't bring your academic style here."

After so many years of graduation, Zheng Wen gets a headache when he hears this.

Song Zhishen majored in engineering geological exploration when he was in college, and his professional course was organic chemistry, which happened to coincide with Zheng Wen, who majored in chemistry, and the two became friends because of this.

When Zheng Wen was in the second semester of his junior year, he suddenly decided to drop out of school and retake the college entrance examination. No one understood why, but the reason was actually very simple. Zheng Wen was tired of chemistry.

After taking the college entrance examination again, he got his wish and was admitted to his favorite major. After graduation, he became an anti-narcotics policeman, and has been promoted step by step since then.Everything has changed over the years, but one thing remains the same——

"We are eating and not doing dropper experiments. I have graduated for so many years, can't I stay away from physical chemistry? Your theories and experiments should be left to your son to learn. I, just be an honest Layman will do."

He intended to make fun of it, but Song Zhishen suddenly opened a can of beer and drank it sullenly.

Zheng Wen glanced at Song Zhishen, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded.He also opened a can, clinked glasses with his old friend, and said, "Tell me, what happened?"

Song Zhishen rubbed his temples and sighed, "Xiaolan wants to divorce me."

After the voice fell, there was a moment of silence. After a long while, Zheng Wen took a sip of beer forcefully and dropped it heavily on the table.

"Should!"

Song Zhishen didn't get the expected answer, subconsciously raised his head, and saw Zheng Wen's extremely distressed eyes.

They have been friends for decades, and their friendship has never been broken. It is precisely because of this that Zheng Wen blurted out the word "should".

"Talk about it yourself." Zheng Wen took a deep breath and listed items one by one, "Your wife did the job of giving birth to the child. Song Huai was taken care of by your wife's brother and sister-in-law when she was young. Raising a child is so hard. Concerned about whether he is eating well, whether he is tall, how is his relationship with friends and teachers at school, whether he is being bullied, if he eats bad food in the middle of the night and has diarrhea and goes to the hospital to see a doctor. Song, ask yourself, what have you done for your wife and children?"

Song Zhishen was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "I came here like this when I was a child, and I never felt anything wrong. I used to live like this with their mother and son for more than ten years, isn't there no problem?"

"That's stupid! They do charity!"

Zheng Wen slammed his fist on the table and made a loud bang, "He bought the bill for you, and didn't let you pay a penny. Do you really think that you and others are under the AA system? Show some face, Old Song." !"

Zheng Wen's voice is not low, and the restaurant is only that big, and the surrounding men, women and children all cast strange glances.

"Your wife is well-educated. If it were my wife, if I didn't wash the dishes or dry the quilt and help her do some work at home during the holidays, I would have already received two big mouths from her."

"Old Song, do you really think that when you get home and do nothing, your wife and son can take care of the house well?"

Although they haven't been in frequent contact for so many years, he has also seen the current situation of Zhao Yulan's mother and son, and has held many words in his heart for too long.

"Look at your wife, she can make money, she looks pretty, she can take care of the house, she can take care of the children, and if the water pipe breaks, at least she knows where to call for someone to fix it. How about you? Do you know what to do if the sewer is blocked? ? Do you know what to do if the walls are damp? Do you know how to fix the bathroom ceiling light that is broken?”

Zheng Wen took a sip, and nodded at him with hatred and pain, "He can do everything, and his son is obedient and sensible. You just gave birth to a sperm. I think you have been wronged. He has been with you for so many years. Married Having a husband is as if you are not married, you know that you are doing scientific research abroad, but those who don’t know think she is a widow!!”

Zheng Wen was used to being in the police station, and he always spoke in a loud voice, and the wall would rustle down if he said a word.These few sentences are even more deafening. The small restaurant that was still bustling before was silent for a long time. The big brother who was sharing the table secretly watched them from the corner of his eye with his last mouthful in his mouth.

Song Zhishen didn't say a word, he just drank his wine, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zheng Wen couldn't drink anymore, crumpled up the can and threw it into the trash can under the table, took a deep breath, and said calmly: "Lao Song, don't blame my brother for not standing on your side. Let's double the standard again, You have to be a person first. I don't want to get involved in your family affairs with Zhao Yulan, I just say this last sentence."

"If she really wants to leave, don't delay her and take up her husband's quota in her household registration book."

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