God Made Incompatibility

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, everything was quiet. The taxi stopped in front of the gate of Meng's villa. Meng Wanji gently pushed Meng Chuyang, who was half asleep, leaning on her shoulder: "Chuyang, here we are."

Meng Chuyang shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and prepared to get off with an "oh" sound. She clasped her hand inside the car door, and the cold metal touch made her suddenly awake. When she reacted, she turned her head to look at Meng Wanji.

Meng Wanji looked at her sideways: "What's wrong?"

Meng Chuyang pouted: "Sister, aren't you going in?"

Meng Wanji smiled lightly: "I have something to do when I go back to the dormitory."

Mom won't sleep at ease until she returns to Chuyang. She is worried that Chi Ye will also not sleep, and she will feel uncomfortable when she sees her and Chuyang coming back intimately together.

Meng Chuyang couldn't believe it, stared at her stubbornly, tears gradually rolling in his eyes.

Meng Wanji was surprised. She hesitantly reached out and touched her head: "what's the matter? Why are you crying again?"

Chu Yang has never been a crybaby character.

Meng Chuyang put the back of her head against her hand, and tears rolled down her face. She felt embarrassed, and turned her face away and wiped it. She didn't look at Meng Wanji, grabbed the handle inside the car door, choked for a few seconds, and begged, "Sister, don't do this, okay?"

"Don't let it go, okay?"

"What should belong to you, don't let one cent, okay?"

Meng Wanji's hand hanging in the air fell unconsciously and placed it on Meng Chuyang's shoulder. She suddenly knew why Meng Chuyang was drinking outside tonight. She must also know that Li Yuanshu and Meng Shipei quarreled and hoped that Chi Ye would enter Ningwai and take over Ningwai's affairs in the future.

Her eyes softened a little, and she didn't respond well or badly, she just calmed down softly: "Don't cry, your eyes will be swollen tomorrow."

Meng Chuyang was ashamed: "Sister!"

Meng Wanji avoided the key points and said lightly: "It's been a long time for the master, go in quickly and rest early."

The taxi driver coughed awkwardly.

Meng Chuyang had no choice. After a long while, she stretched her mouth, wiped her tears again, turned around and hugged Meng Wanji quickly, pushed open the door and got out of the car.

"Text me when you get there," she urged.

Meng Wanji nodded to her and watched her walk into the door of Meng's house.

The door opened and closed, and Meng Chuyang's figure gradually blurred in the night. Meng Wanji asked the driver to turn back to Ningwai, closed his eyes, and his emotions slowly sank.

At 11:30, she returned to the dormitory. There was no movement in the dormitory. The street lamps cast a little light from the floor-to-ceiling windows, shrouding Sheng Jinshu's slippers.

Meng Wanji followed the light to the sky outside the balcony.

In the city where she lives, the sky is dark, the waning moon is half hidden behind the clouds, and the stars hide almost all traces.

Meng Wanji's heart was clear.

At six o'clock in the morning on Sunday, when the alarm clock rang for the third time, Sheng Jinshu rubbed against the pillow with nostalgia, got up from the bed with a yawn, changed into his sports clothes, and went to the bathroom as usual to wash up and wait for Meng Wanji.

Unusually, Meng Wanji didn't get up after she washed up.

She connected her headphones and sat in the living room listening to the morning news while waiting for Meng Wanji.

It was half past six, and Meng Wanji's door was still silent. Sheng Jinshu went to the porch to see her slippers, determined that she was in the dormitory, and guessed that she should have overslept.

It's not a bad thing to see her indulge herself for a long sleep, so she didn't knock on the door, she just leaned on the sofa and squinted her eyes to catch up.

At seven o'clock, it was three poles in the sun, Sheng Jinshu looked at Meng Wanji's door and thought, the morning run today should be over. She stood up, stretched, and went to the kitchen to fry sandwiches and make coffee.

I don't know if Meng Wanji likes coffee or not. She has lived with her for so long, and she hasn't let her taste her coffee beans.

The sandwich was ready, and the coffee had just pulled a perfect flower when she finally heard a "click" from the door of the suite.

Turning around, he saw Meng Wanji wearing a shirt and a light-colored trench coat, coming out dignifiedly and neatly.

Sheng Jinshu leaned against the reception desk, poking his lips and joking: "Mr. Xiao Meng is late today."

Meng Wanji looked at her from a distance, made a light "um", and said, "Don't wait for me next time."

Sheng Jinshu should: "Occasionally a day off is good."

Meng Wanji repeated: "No." After a pause, she said, "There is no need to wait in the future."

Sheng Jinshu was slightly startled. She saw that Meng Wanji was not as usual, as cold as she had seen at first, but later realized that it was a deliberate lateness.

"Why?" She smiled faintly.

Meng Wanji said, "We have different paths."

Sheng Jinshu frowned: "What do you mean?"

Meng Wanji's throat moved, looking at her, she explained it word by word: "We are not the same traveller."

This time, Sheng Jinshu understood.

Is this her final answer?

She reached out to touch the coffee on the counter, but it was not steady and it spilled a little. She took a sip slowly, raised her eyes and smiled again, and responded to her: "Okay, I see."

Meng Wanji suddenly felt as if something had completely fallen to the ground in the sound of her answer. The pain came suddenly and fiercely, like it was late yesterday, and it was like a new one at this moment.

She twitched her eyelashes, said nothing, and turned to go out.

Sheng Jinshu finished his breakfast slowly and slowly, but felt that it was not enough, so he ate the other one, and finally managed to go back to his room to eat a whole board of Xiaoshi tablets.

On Monday, when the national flag was raised during the class break, Sheng Jinshu did not wait for Meng Wanji to wait. At noon on Tuesday, when the get out of class ended together, the two returned to the office together by chance. invited to the dining hall.

Ambiguity is not complete, decent is still there. In front of the third person, neither of them had any intention of bringing their cold relationship to the fore, and agreed casually.

During a meal, they ate very silently. Chai Meng felt that the two of them were strange, but wanted to ask, but did not dare to ask.

On Wednesday night, the get out of class was over. Sheng Jinshu packed up the uncorrected workbooks on the podium and returned to the office. The class representative Wu Ling took the initiative to step forward and help her share half of the burden.

The two walked to the office side by side, Wu Ling looked left and right, looking around all the way.

Sheng Jinshu teased her: "What are you looking for?"

Wu Ling's thoughts were shallow, and he said bluntly, "Mr. Meng is not waiting for you today."

Sheng Jinshu was caught off guard when his scar was exposed, his smile faded for a moment, and then he responded naturally: "Why is Teacher Meng waiting for me?"

Wu Ling whispered: "Wasn't she waiting for you last week?" The child didn't go around so much, what to say, she gossip: "Our dormitory people all guessed that you quarreled. Teacher, what's the matter with you? ?"

Sheng Jinshu was both heartbroken and funny. These children don't focus on their studies day by day, but they focus on other things.

She replied, "It's nothing, it's just that Teacher Meng has something to do recently, and it's inconvenient to wait for me."

what's wrong?

She didn't know what was wrong either.

It's just that adults, whether they are ambiguous or in love, are things that you want and I want. If the pursuit becomes entanglement, it will be meaningless.

"Oh." Wu Ling was suspicious, but didn't ask any further.

On Friday, the autumn rains continued, the city had a cultural performance, and there were selected programs outside Ningwai, and the school had to send teacher representatives to watch. Old teachers and teachers with families have little interest. Among the young teachers, Sheng Jinshu and Meng Wanji have no late supervision and are on the list.

After eating at 6:30, Meng Wanji and two other teachers arrived at the theater together, followed the sequence on the ticket and went to the auditorium on the second floor to find a seat, and found that there was an empty seat next to Sheng Jinshu.

Sheng Jinshu put a bucket of popcorn on the armrest of the seat, and held a cup of milk tea on his knees. He didn't care about the coming and going of the people around him, his legs were crossed, and he looked at the stage elegantly and loosely.

Meng Wanji retracted her eyes and sat down.

The chair was not hot yet, and two teachers, a man and a woman, were squeezed into the same row. Meng Wanji was not very familiar with her, she only knew that she should be from the junior high school. The male teacher asked Meng Wanji embarrassedly: "Mr. Meng, my position is next to you, can I change with you?"

Meng Wanji instantly understood when she saw the hands they were holding.

Unable to agree, she nodded stiffly, stood up, took two steps, and sat down beside Sheng Jinshu.

Sheng Jinshu seemed to glance at her, said nothing, and turned his head again.

Meng Wanji sat upright without looking sideways.

The party was about to start, the lights in the auditorium dimmed, and Sheng Jinshu started eating popcorn.

Meng Wanji didn't want to know, but out of the corner of the eye, she could always spot Sheng Jinshu's outstretched hand, and her nose could always smell the faint fragrance of her sleeves.

In the late autumn, Sheng Jinshu seems to have changed his perfume. The sweet but not greasy, delicate and vulgar scent of flower and fruit tea is wrapped in the milky fragrance of popcorn, which has taken away all Meng Wanji's sense of smell.

During the whole performance, at the end, Meng Wanji felt that there was not a single impressive show.

The party ended on time at nine o'clock, the lights came on, and the audience filed out.

There were too many people, the lights were dim, and the stairs were slippery because of the water. Meng Wanji was wearing high heels, and when she walked down the last two steps, she didn't step firmly and almost slipped.

"Be careful!" A thin but strong hand grabbed her shoulders from behind and stabilized her.

Meng Wanji's heart skipped a beat.

She knows who it is.

Holding the wall to stabilize her body, she walked down the last steps and stood aside. She turned around and looked at Sheng Jinshu: "Thank you."

Be polite and polite.

Sheng Jinshu's eyes flickered, and he smiled lightly: "You're welcome."

The two sides were silent, and the two walked to the entrance of the theater in silence. When they were about to arrive, Sheng Jinshu asked, "How do I get back?"

Meng Wanji responded, "Wait for Teacher Chai..."

Before he finished speaking, Chai Meng saw them and greeted them, "I'm about to call you, where's Liang Ning?"

Meng Wanji replied, "Maybe it hasn't come out yet."

Chai Meng nodded and asked, "How is Teacher Sheng going back?"

Sheng Jinshu said, "I came by car." After a pause, she said, "Then I'll leave first."

Chai Meng did not hold back.

She was obsessed with an umbrella, and the umbrella that Meng Wanji and Meng Wanji had held together that day fell down one after another.

Meng Wanji didn't look back until she walked a long way and walked into the scattered crowd.

She suddenly didn't know what she was thinking, or what she was looking forward to strangely.