God Made Incompatibility

The woman's cry was so loud that it alarmed the teachers on half the floor. The teachers sitting in the second-year high school office all stopped what they were doing. In the first-year high school office, a teacher stuck his head out and found that it was a colleague, and then retreated awkwardly, half-hidden and half-present by the door frame.

Those eyes are like knives.

Meng Wanji's face was bloodless, standing like a sculpture. She was hugged by the woman and cried, and she said lightly when she rested for a while: "Are you finished? Let me go."

She moved her arms, and the woman immediately hugged it harder.

"Are you blaming your mother? Don't blame your mother. My mother couldn't do anything at the time, and my mother didn't want it. There was no money at home, so I had no money to treat you..." She burst into tears and cried softly. fell on her.

Meng Wanji's face paled.

She didn't know if the woman in front of her was her biological mother, and she didn't want to know.

From a very early age, she pieced together her own life experience from the chatter of her relatives. They thought she was too young to understand, but she understood it, and so did the children of her peers.

They all said that she had a great life and a good life. She admits.

Because of congenital lack of room, lack of room, or because she was a girl, she was abandoned by the trash can outside the station before she was a month old. It was freezing cold, and she was neither frozen nor starved to death. She was discovered by kindhearted people, and she was taken into an orphanage. Meng Shipei took her from the orphanage and was ready to operate on her when she was three years old.

The words the woman said at the moment only confirmed that these were the facts.

She opened her mouth and told in a calm tone like ice: "If you don't let go, I'll call the security guard."

The woman's cry stopped suddenly, she shook twice, and was still crying. Meng Wanji said, "Go to the conference room."

She lowered her eyes to look at her, the corners of her brows and eyes were icy cold, her expression was awe-inspiring, and the woman was a little frightened. She had never seen such a hard-hearted person.

Knowing the current affairs, she let go of her hand.

Meng Wanji stopped looking at her, straightened her waist, walked in front of her, passed the senior high school office, and turned.

The woman behind her sobbed loudly, repeatedly explaining and asking her if she had been doing well over the years, but Meng Wanji didn't answer a word.

The meeting room is coming.

Meng Wanji suddenly took two quick steps, stepped into the door, and with a "bang", she slammed the door and locked it.

The woman who was a few steps away from the door was caught off guard, and her cries became louder. "Xiao Ji, Xiao Ji, Ah Nan!"

The woman slammed frantically on the door and the window outside.

Meng Wanji called the security guard.

She hung up the phone and saw water on the screen, only to realize that she was crying.

Turning a blind eye, as if not hearing, she drew the curtains of the glass window of the conference room and stood with her fists clenched. After a few seconds, he slowly squatted down and curled up.

She was shaking all over.

But not a single whimper escaped.

Sheng Jinshu was sitting beside the bushes when he suddenly saw two security guards rushing towards the office building. She was stunned for a moment, inexplicably uneasy, and immediately stood up and rushed to the office building. When she arrived, she saw several teachers standing at the corner from a distance, watching a woman in her fifties being pulled away by the security guard. .

The woman was scolding while struggling: "I'm your mother! You have no conscience! You will be struck by lightning if you treat me like this!"

Sheng Jinshu's heart was beating fast, she turned back to the second year's office, and Meng Wanji was not there.

She asked the teacher in the office, "Where's Mr. Meng?"

Several teachers looked at each other in dismay and hesitated.

Sheng Jinshu reacted at once, and quickly ran to the conference room.

The corridor of the conference room had become quiet. The woman was pulled down the stairs, and the swearing was almost inaudible. Two teachers in the second year of high school stood in the corridor, seeming to be hesitant to knock on the door and ask Meng Meng. late night situation.

Sheng Jinshu said, "Go back."

The two teachers looked at Sheng Jinshu's face, exchanged glances, patted her on the shoulder, "please comfort Teacher Meng." They both walked away with interest.

Sheng Jinshu stood outside the closed door of the conference room, his heart pounding for a while.

She raised her hand, hesitated and put it down.

She wasn't sure if Meng Wanji's stubborn and strong character would want people to see her as she was at the moment.

She stood at the door, her throat moistened and moistened, and only said: "She has left."

The meeting room was quiet.

Sheng Jinshu stopped talking, leaned against the door frame, and silently accompanied Meng Wanji in the conference room.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, the lecture was over, and the noise of the students gradually appeared. Eight minutes later, the prep bell for the last class rang.

Without warning, the door of the conference room opened, and Meng Wanji walked out.

Except for the barely noticeable redness at the end of her eyes, her complexion was as usual, calm and indifferent. Seeing Sheng Jinshu, she froze for a moment, and then said calmly, "There are still two minutes left for class."

All the words of Sheng Jinshu's concern were stuck in his throat.

Some other teachers came back from the auditorium and said that laughter came from the stairs.

Sheng Jinshu opened and pursed her lips, and she could only watch her walk away as if nothing was wrong.

That night, Meng Shipei learned about it from Principal Yuan.

He called Meng Wanji, and they were silent for a few seconds. He asked Meng Wanji, "What do you think?"

Meng Wanji sat alone in the dark bedroom, her voice was dry, and she said, "I only have one father and only one mother."

Meng Shi Pei's heart is sour. He should: "Okay, I see. Xiaoji, don't worry about it, ask for leave for two days, and Dad will take care of it."

Meng Wanji responded: "Okay."

But she didn't ask for leave.

The next day, she went to class as usual.

Sheng Jinshu felt uncomfortable watching from colleagues and students who seemed to be prying eyes. But she was not qualified to persuade Meng Wanji.

At six o'clock that night, she and the history teacher adjusted the class, packed up in the bedroom, and was going to go back to Zhu's house to attend her grandmother's 80th birthday banquet, when she suddenly heard a doorbell ringing outside the door.

Except for Chuyang, generally only colleagues from the property and the upper and lower floors will visit. She guessed that Meng Wanji should not want to entertain her colleagues at this moment, so she took the initiative to answer the door.

Meng Wanji thought that Sheng Jinshu would not open the door, and was about to go out. As soon as her hand grabbed the doorknob of the bedroom, she heard faint conversations coming from outside.

"Does Teacher Meng Wanji live in this dormitory?"

It was an unfamiliar female voice.

Meng Wanji's heart trembled involuntarily.

Sheng Jinshu replied, "No, she lives on the first floor. Do you have anything to do with her?"

The female voice seemed hesitant and left without saying a word.

Sheng Jinshu closed the security door and walked in a hurry.

Meng Wanji didn't hear her closing the bedroom door, but she seemed to be on the phone: "I'm the teacher who lives at 801, and there's a suspicious woman on the first floor. How did you let her in?!"

"Is that what security does?"

"Don't make excuses. If you all do nothing like this, I will complain to the school and the property."

It was a stern voice that Meng Wanji had never heard before.

She was clutching the doorknob tightly, in a state of confusion.

She could probably guess that the person was related to what happened yesterday, otherwise Sheng Jinshu would not be so alert.

She gave birth to Sheng Jinshu again, maybe she really had special doubts about her, but she quickly regained consciousness. This may just be due to her thoughtful and kind habit.

She sat back at her desk, lost in thought.

After an unknown amount of time, Sheng Jinshu knocked on her door.

She opened the door, and Sheng Jinshu stood at the door, dressed up.

She reminded her: "My grandmother's birthday, I'm going to celebrate her birthday. I shouldn't be back tonight. The property said that it's been unstable outside recently. If you hear a strange knock on the door at night, it's best not to answer."

Like what just happened never happened.

Meng Wanji's eyelashes trembled, pretending she didn't know anything: "Well."

Sheng Jinshu seemed to want to say something, but he turned around and went out without saying anything.

Long after she left, Meng Wanji was still sitting at the desk.

I couldn't make a single piece of courseware, and the knock on the door didn't come up again. However, she received several text messages from unfamiliar numbers.

He claimed to be her younger brother, and scolded her for being so sincere to her mother and eldest sister who would be beaten by the sky.

He ridiculed her: "Do you think the Meng family next to you really treats you? Do you know they treat you as a mangy dog? Do you think if it wasn't for the news from the Meng family, how would we have found you?"

Meng Wanji read the text word by word for a long time.

Without replying to the message, she deleted the text message and blocked the number.

The back slowly bent down.

At nine o'clock, the guests in Zhu's mansion were gone. Grandmothers, uncles and aunts all left Sheng Jinshu to rest at Zhu's house for a night, and my cousin also pestered that she hadn't chatted with her boudoir for many years.

Sheng Jinshu hesitated again and again, but decided: "Another day."

She rubbed her cousin's baby's fat face, hugged her grandmother, shook it, and acted like a spoiled child: "I will come over and talk to my grandmother when I have time on the weekend, and my grandmother will forgive me this time, okay?"

The grandmother was so spoiled that her heart melted. The youngest daughter went early and left such a single Miao Miao for them. They didn't have time to love her, so how could they care about her.

She patted her back and said lovingly, "Okay, grandma will wait for you, go, grandma will take you out."

Sheng Jinshu declined: "No, it's windy outside, I'll just go out by myself."

The old man insisted to accompany her for a walk, saying that it was Xiaoxiaoshi, but Sheng Jinshu’s kindness was difficult to accept, so he had to agree.

She walked in front with the old lady, and her aunts and uncles followed. The old lady suddenly approached to inquire: "Is there something wrong with our little Jin?"

Sheng Jinshu was stunned for a moment, and said, "What are you thinking, grandma, no."

The old lady was skeptical: "Really? Grandma looked more angry than before when you came back this time."

Sheng Jinshu laughed: "grandmother, what do you mean, was I dead in the past?"

She made a face, and the old man was immediately amused by her, admitting his mistake and saying, "No, no, it's because my grandmother is old and her eyesight is not good."

However, before getting into the car, the old lady still exhorted in disbelief: "Someday if something really happens, you must bring it to grandma to see."

Sheng Jinshu smiled helplessly and replied, "Okay."

She waved her hand, said goodbye to everyone, got in the car and drove out of Zhu's house.

At half past nine, she returned to the teacher's dormitory building at Ningwai.

When the security guard saw her, he assured her that after the man was driven out, there would be no more faces at night.

Sheng Jinshu calmed down a little.

She made preparations that Meng Wanji had already rested. Unexpectedly, when the door was pushed open, in the darkness, she saw the woman who had been running in her mind all night at a glance.

There were no stars and no moon, Meng Wanji leaned in front of the balcony railing in a trance, the desolate autumn wind picked up the black hair that fell behind her, and blew the smoke between her fingers far and thin.

Sheng Jinshu's heart skipped a beat.

Meng Wanji obviously didn't expect her to come back. She turned around and saw her, stunned.

A soft color appeared in Sheng Jinshu's eyes.

She didn't say anything, didn't change her shoes, she pushed the door with her backhand, and approached Meng Wanji step by step.

Meng Wanji didn't speak or move, just looked at her without blinking.

Sheng Jinshu leaned against the railing beside her and asked with a grin, "Guess what the students would think if they found out?"

Meng Wanji's eyes moved, her voice slightly hoarse: "What do you want to say?"

Sheng Jinshu poured out a cigarette from the cigarette case she placed on the railing, raised her red lips, approached, and said softly, "I want to say..."

"You look so beautiful when you smoke."

She stared at her, biting the cigarette between her lips and teeth, her eyes glinting, as if she wanted to borrow fire.

Meng Wanji's throat moved.

At that moment, she suddenly didn't want to consider whether she was sincere or fake, serious or just playing.

She just wanted to kiss her.

hug her.

Let her fill all the holes in her.