God Made Incompatibility

When Sheng Jinshu woke up, the warm winter sun had already risen in mid-air, basking on her pillow. She subconsciously looked for Meng Wanji, but Meng Wanji was not by her side. She was sitting in front of the bay window, wearing the nightdress she found for her last night, her long hair half wet, her white back exposed, her legs crossed, as if she was basking in the sun.

It was clearly still that cold face, wearing her nightgown, turning her head sideways, and raising her lips, revealing a cold and seductive desire.

Seems like something is different.

Sheng Jinshu's smile involuntarily floated up his cheeks.

"How did I sleep until this time?" She sat up, her voice hoarse.

Meng Wanji said, "I turned off the alarm clock."

"Huh?" Sheng Jinshu was surprised.

Meng Wanji walked down the bay window barefoot and stood by the bed, her eyes soft: "Does it still hurt?"

Sheng Jinshu raised her eyebrows, smiled, stretched out her arms to wrap her waist, and pulled her onto her lap with a slight force: "Do you think me too weak?"

Meng Wanji laughed silently. When who did it, she kept whispering pain in her ear, slow to fast, fast and said pain again.

She was embarrassed to study it in detail, let go of this topic, and asked, "Do you always get up so early during the holiday?"

Sheng Jinshu said, "No."

"Um?"

"I'm afraid that if you wake up late, your uncles and aunts should get up and find you're not at home."

Meng Wanji was stunned, and then her smile deepened: "Is it too late for you to worry about this?" I should have thought about it when I asked her if she wanted to go with her last night.

Sheng Jinshu explained: "I set the alarm for 6 o'clock before going to bed, thinking of taking a taxi to take you back early today."

Meng Wanji didn't think that she was so cute and sleepy last night, but she was still thinking about this matter, and her heart softened. "It's too late, they're up about seven o'clock."

It's half past nine now.

"Then..." Sheng Jinshu hesitated.

Meng Wanji's tone was calm: "I won't be going back today." After she woke up, she sent a text message to Meng Shipei, telling him, "Dad, happy first day of the new year. I just wanted to go out to relax and think about something, don't worry. Mom. I'll be back before my birthday."

Li Yuanshu's birthday is on the fifth day of the first lunar month.

Sheng Jinshu was surprised: "Is it okay?"

Meng Wanji responded, "It's related."

Dad will be troubled, and his perception of himself will definitely not be as good as before. But sooner or later we will face it. People shouldn't be too greedy, things that don't belong to one's true self must be returned after all. Having breathed the free air and felt the fresh self, she really couldn't be the Meng Wanji who only lived for the Meng family and was always hidden under a mask.

She stared at Sheng Jinshu and smiled lightly: "Didn't you ask me if I'm not tired of disguising myself all the time?"

"I don't want to pretend."

The sun was shining on her, and her eyes were bright. Sheng Jinshu was suddenly dazzled by her. She had never seen her look like this, she was fascinated and happy for her, but faintly, she felt a sense of helplessness and unease in her heart.

She hugged Meng Wanji approvingly, trying to ignore her confusion, but Meng Wanji didn't notice it. She said, "Go take a shower, and come out to eat after washing. I see noodles in the refrigerator."

Sheng Jinshu should: "Okay."

She got out of bed and went to the bathroom. After washing, she took off her nightgown. She saw a red hickey on her heart.

She stretched out her hand and held it down, her smile slowly overflowing her eyes, thinking of something, and then gradually dissipating.

She moved her hand down the hickey, pressed it against her ribs, and slowly curled her knuckles, suddenly wondering if she had done something wrong.

A wrong thing to take for granted.

After the two had eaten, Sheng Jinshu took Meng Wanji to visit the entire villa. After her mother's death, she and her father Sheng Qinan had a very stiff fight. Sheng Qinan couldn't control her. Moved all the things away and moved into this villa.

The villa is filled with almost all the memories of her growing up.

Meng Wanji looked at her photos from childhood to adulthood, touched her textbooks from elementary school to university, and had a feeling of entering the world of Shengjinshu.

She liked her for many years, and took her to her heart for many years, but it was only at this moment that she dared to say that she seemed to know her a little.

She asked Sheng Jinshu what the two black and white plastic boxes were in the corner of the wall. Sheng Jinshu seemed to remember their appearance, her eyes lit up, and she said, "Guess what."

Meng Wanji didn't guess.

Sheng Jinshu went through the question, unscrewed the four aluminum-magnesium alloy legs at the bottom of the box, pulled up the backrest, and sat decently. Meng Wanji had a vague impression: "Fishing box?" They had seen something similar in the fishing place when they went on a school trip before.

Sheng Jinshu snapped his fingers.

Meng Wanji approached and looked at it: "Do you still have a hobby of fishing?"

Sheng Jinshu nodded: "I liked it for a while. When I was re-reading, I was in a bad mood. My grandmother was afraid that I would be suffocated, so she took me to go fishing on weekends. I was reluctant at first, thinking it was me Accompanying her, I found out later that it was she who was accompanying me."

There was a faint relief in her eyes, Meng Wanji couldn't imagine how difficult those years were. She reached out and touched Sheng Jinshu's ear, Sheng Jinshu raised her eyes, her eyes glinting: "Let's go, do you want to go fishing?"

Meng Wanji was surprised: "Now?"

"uh-huh."

Meng Wanji's black eyes flickered, feeling that the proposal came out of her mouth suddenly and naturally. It seems that it is not strange to do strange things with her.

Even more outrageous things have been done, and it is not bad to go fishing on the first day of the new year.

She laughed, nodded indulgently, Sheng Jinshu kissed the back of her hand, and got up to look for the fishing rod.

The two changed their clothes, wiped off sunscreen, and went out with a fishing box.

It was posted on Sheng Jinshu's back at night without seeing the road, and when he came out during the day, he found that the villa seemed to be located in a small village. The small village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, quiet and peaceful. There are few pedestrians on the cement road leading to the lake, and every household opens its doors to welcome guests. Sheng Jinshu passed by holding Meng Wanji's hand, occasionally saying hello to the neighbor standing at the door and saying hello.

A big yellow dog appeared out of nowhere, rushed towards Sheng Jinshu with joy, and followed Sheng Jinshu all the way to the lake where he was fishing.

Meng Wanji wondered: "Does it know you?"

Sheng Jinshu should "um". "I don't know which house stocked it. I often walk around the door. I can see it every time I come back. If I have something to eat, I will feed it a little."

Meng Wanji thought of the school cat and joked: "You like to recruit cats and dogs since you were a child?"

How come the subtext is so sloppy? Sheng Jinshu wanted to deny it, but then he thought of the kitten he had teased in high school, and he bent his peach blossom eyes and said, "I prefer cats."

Meng Wanji didn't think much about it.

Two people and a dog parked together on the shore of a small lake ten minutes walk from the villa, fishing. The dog was chasing butterflies on the shore, and Sheng Jinshu taught Meng Wanji how to put a fishing box, bait, and fishing rod by the lake.

The beautiful folk songs came from the small bluetooth speakers they brought out on the grass. Sheng Jinshu and Meng Wanji were leaning against the back of the fishing box, holding fishing rods, blowing the lake wind, and chatting without a word.

It is incompatible with the polite laughter of thousands of households in the world at this moment.

There are only two people, enjoying the sparkling blue water, and stealing a half-day leisure.

After catching a fish, the QQ message prompt sound began to sound from time to time, interrupting the continuity of the music. Sheng Jinshu picked up the phone and wanted to change it to silent mode, but found that a crew sent a demo later as a Chinese New Year gift.

She asked Meng Wanji, "Do you want to listen to the radio drama?"

Meng Wanji was alert: "All ages?"

Sheng Jinshu smiled: "Do you know the difference between all-age and non-all-age?"

Meng Wanji: "..." She explained unnaturally: "The university roommates like to listen to it, I know a little bit."

"Then do you listen?"

"I heard a little."

"Have you heard of my match?" Sheng Jinshu pressed step by step.

Meng Wanji wanted to say no, but Zhang did not speak. Hesitating to speak, she avoided her eyes, as if nothing had happened: "I heard a little."

Sheng Jinshu's playful laughter sounded low.

Meng Wanji's ears warmed: "Your voice is easier to recognize." He wanted to hide it.

Sheng Jinshu smiled but not smiled: "Really?" Her voice is notoriously wide-ranging.

She asked, "then have you heard the lantern show I played in the play?"

Meng Wanji: "..."

"The one in the play, or the one from last night?" She leaned over and asked softly next to Meng Wanji's ear.

Meng Wanji was caught off guard, as if her ears were on fire, she was embarrassed: "Sheng Jinshu!"

Sheng Jinshu was fearless, resting his chin on her shoulder, laughing wildly, Meng Wanji had no way to hold her.

Honestly, the sound is a little different.

Of course...of course it sounds good. The best sound of last night.

She had a cold face and pretended not to hear. Sheng Jinshu could probably guess how she found out about her circle name, and she was sweet and soft-hearted. She stopped teasing her and asked seriously, "Why do you want to be a screenwriter?"

Meng Wanji didn't want to talk to her yet: "Why did you become a CV?"

Sheng Jinshu didn't care: "Is it a chance. Remember Yan Yin at the last New Year's Eve party?"

Meng Wanji: "Yes."

Sheng Jinshu: "He was addicted to an ancient game for a while, he wanted to participate in the original song competition, he made a plot song, but he lacked a suitable female voice to read white, so he asked me to help. , I got into the circle by mistake."

"Have you been in the circle until now?"

"Because it's fun. It's like an arbitrary door that opens up my door to a different world of life, and allows me to experience some precious moments of human emotion. I want to keep those moments."

Meng Wanji's feigned indifference melted without knowing it.

Sheng Jinshu hooked his lips: "It's time for you to answer."

Meng Wanji smiled and said concisely: "Same as you."

Sheng Jinshu was dissatisfied: "Mr. Xiao Meng, can you copy the answer?"

Meng Wanji couldn't help laughing softly. This time, she looked serious and said, "It's true. I like the warmth of those human emotions in the story. I want to convey it."

Ripples in Sheng Jinshu's eyes rippled.

She is so much gentler than she looks.

She should have a wider world to do what makes her happier and more suitable for her.

She tempted: "Are you interested in writing a script to practice your skills, you write it, I will make it, I promise not to cheat."

The road is a step by step, always take the first step.

Meng Wanji was stunned, her mind moved slightly.

The author has something to say: Sheng Sheng: Next time you can change your voice to Xiao Ji.

Xiao Ji covered her ears, hoping that she would only change her voice when she was below.