God Made Incompatibility - Chapter 26

Sheng Jinshu didn’t look back, she disappeared into the mist. Meng Wanji lowered her eyes, a faint light dimmed in her eyes.

In response to Chai Meng’s gossip, Liang Ning came out. The three of them each held an umbrella and walked slowly to the square under the steps of the theater.

The rain drifted into the umbrella with the wind and fell on Meng Wanji’s face, soaking in the chill of autumn. Meng Wanji tilted the umbrella face slightly, but still felt cold.

Wet half of her sleeve, she returned to the dormitory. In the dormitory, Sheng Jinshu was already taking a bath.

There was a gleam of light under the crack of the bathroom door, soft music played outside Sheng Jinshu, not loud, vague, not cheerful, and the sound of the rain outside the window made Meng Wanji’s mood sink even more.

She didn’t understand why her relationship couldn’t be like other things, she made up her mind to be unaffected; she didn’t understand why Sheng Jinshu could act like no one else and not be affected at all.

Can she like it like this?

She went back to the bedroom, changed her wet clothes, and sat at the desk listening to the movement outside the bedroom. The door to the bathroom seemed to be opened. After a while, there was a sound from the door of Sheng Jinshu’s bedroom. It was quiet for a long time, and there was no movement outside the door.

Meng Wanji confirmed that Sheng Jinshu would not come out again, picked up the change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the steaming heat has not yet dissipated, and the air is filled with the fragrance of Sheng Jinshu’s sweet shower gel.

Meng Wanji found that, at some point, she had already remembered the smell very clearly.

It was that day in the Hecheng Hotel, Sheng Jinshu was charming and weak, half-undressed, and it was also a while ago that she smiled refreshingly at her after washing her every morning.

The rain is so loud.

Meng Wanji couldn’t sleep. She sat up and turned on the lamp at the desk to read the original book of the newly bought movie, flipping through it page by page, but she didn’t really read a word. Surprisingly, she remembered the pages of the script that Sheng Jinshu had asked her to read during the National Day holiday.

Are the scripts of radio dramas original, or do they have originals like some movies and TV shows?

Hesitantly, she turned on the computer, entered the protagonist’s name on the web page, found the original novel, and saw the official announcement of the production of the radio drama. Inevitably, she saw the name of Sheng Jinshu’s online distribution circle – Zhishu.

Her heart skipped a beat, she grabbed the mouse and clicked.

Weibo jumps to the homepage of Sheng Jinshu. There are more than 40,000 fans on the homepage, but there are very few updates. Almost all of them are retweets related to radio dramas and some related likes.

Meng Wanji looked at an official recorded FT video posted by Chaohua in Dian Zan, bit her lip, found her headphones, connected it, and played it.

She didn’t know what FT was, but after listening to it for a while, she probably understood that it was an activity that would interact with the audience of the show after the production ended.

In the FT, Sheng Jinshu’s voice was not much different from the usual speaking, lazy and magnetic, but I don’t know if it was because of the screen and headphones, in such a late night, Meng Wanji felt inexplicable, familiar and familiar. strangeness.

Sheng Jinshu in the audio is easy-going and serious, with high emotional intelligence and popularity. Every question related to the drama has something to do with her, and the host and the audience don’t ask her too much. She is almost responsive, but the CP topic related to the CV of the opponent’s drama, although she did not avoid it, she did not make any outrageous remarks.

Casual and measured.

Meng Wanji didn’t know which one was the real her.

It rained intermittently for two days, and Ningcheng in November entered the real late autumn.

In the “Thanksgiving Month” of Ningwai, a gratitude education activity was arranged, a special speech team and TV reporters were invited, and one or two classes on Tuesday afternoons of the whole school were suspended, and a gratitude lecture was held in the auditorium.

In addition to students participating, parents who have time are also invited to participate in the school to promote parent-child relationship.

The focus of the lecture was mainly on gratitude to parents. Before the official lecture, emotional music was played on a loop in the auditorium. The contagious speaker was full of horsepower from the beginning, and he stated one after another the truth of being a human being, and narrated one after another. A touching story of parents who worked hard to raise their children, and the children did not understand the truth, hurt their parents, and eventually regretted it.

The speaker on the stage seemed to be crying, and the students under the stage had already burst into tears.

Tears welled up in the eyes of the teachers who had children beside them. Meng Wanji sat in them, moved and at a loss.

After the speech came to an end, the speaker invited students who had feelings to come to the stage to express aloud. The school arranged for a few impoverished and exceptional students to take the stage to give a speech of gratitude to their parents and social help. Meng Wanji felt uncomfortable. reached its peak.

She pretended to answer the phone and got up and walked out of the auditorium.

Outside the auditorium, the autumn wind is refreshing, and the afternoon sun shines on the earth warmly. Meng Wanji felt like she was gasping for breath.

She followed the concrete road and walked aimlessly in the opposite direction of the loudspeaker in the auditorium. Before she knew it, she was about to walk back to the teaching building, when she suddenly saw that she was sitting on the stairs from the first floor to the second floor of the laboratory building on the left. With two girls in high school uniforms, one was crying, the other seemed to be comforting her, gently wiping her tears, and suddenly, she kissed her eyes.

Meng Wanji was stunned for a while, then stepped on her heels and walked there.

When the two girls heard the knocking sound, they stood up immediately and ran up to the second floor without daring to lift their heads.

Sheng Jinshu was sitting beside the bush where he first met Meng Wanji, basking in the sun. Since Meng Wanji’s figure appeared on this road, his eyes followed her. She witnessed the whole process and wasn’t sure what Meng Wanji wanted to do, so she saw Meng Wanji turned around and continued forward as if nothing had happened, and had a face-to-face with the director of the Moral Education Office who came from the direction of the teaching building.

Sheng Jinshu was stunned, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

Soon, it subsided again.

Meng Wanji didn’t find her. After the director of the moral education department left, she glanced at the laboratory building again uneasy. A little lost, she pursed her lips and walked unconsciously and habitually to the bush where Sheng Jinshu was.

Sheng Jinshu looked at her.

Unprepared, she bumped into Sheng Jinshu’s eyes.

It’s as if the past has reappeared.

Meng Wanji’s heart skipped a beat. After being stiff for a second, she reluctantly remembered to nod to her.

Sheng Jinshu’s expression has returned to normal. Like the most common colleague, she greeted her: “Mr. Meng also came out to breathe?”

Meng Wanji said “um” and raised her feet to leave.

Sheng Jinshu suddenly asked, “Can’t we do without the last link?”

Meng Wanji stopped.

There was no beginning or end, but she understood what Sheng Jinshu asked—the opening PPT showed that the last process in the thanksgiving lecture was for charitable enterprises to issue bursaries to the entire school’s poor special students on the spot.

All poverty-stricken special admissions must come to power and be exposed nakedly to the eyes of the teachers and students of the whole school.

Meng Wanji felt a little relieved. She said, “Principal Huang has communicated with the company and it has been decided to cancel it.”

The price is that the few students who just took the lead and took the lead must point out the company’s efforts.

Sometimes, charity is not just charity, it has the element of show, but you can’t deny that it does help some people. Just like the gratitude education in the auditorium at the moment, Meng Wanji felt uncomfortable, but looking at the parents and children who were leaning on each other with tears in their eyes, you couldn’t seem to say that it was completely useless.

Meng Wanji was very conflicted in her heart.

She clenched the fingers in the pocket of the windbreaker and asked Sheng Jinshu, who seemed to have escaped just like her: “Why did Teacher Sheng come out?”

Sheng Jinshu laughed and said lazily, “I don’t like it.”

Meng Wanji asked, “Why?”

Sheng Jinshu asked back, “Mr. Meng doesn’t have an answer in her heart?”

Meng Wanji looked at her and suddenly realized.

it is more than words.

It’s not that she’s weird, it’s that the lecture is really off-track.

A grateful heart does not come from momentary guilt and gratitude. Gratitude education is not something that can be accomplished by the tingling and resonance of these two lessons. It should be a kind of understanding and literacy cultivated by parents and teachers in daily life through their own deeds, words and deeds.

Sheng Jinshu opened her red lips slightly, and Meng Wanji’s phone suddenly rang.

She took it out, and the caller ID was a teacher in the same year.

Without avoiding it, she picked it up on the spot, and the other party said, “Mr. Meng, a parent has come to the office to call for you.”

Meng Wanji guessed that the parents of the students who came to the lecture could not find her in the auditorium. She answered “Okay, I’ll go over immediately” and hung up.

Sheng Jinshu raised his eyebrows.

Meng Wanji said, “I’ll go first if a parent is looking for me.”

Sheng Jinshu nodded.

Meng Wanji turned around and took two steps. Sheng Jinshu suddenly said behind him, “Mr. Meng, being filial and grateful is not necessarily related to obedience and obedience.”

It seems to be talking about things, and it seems to mean something.

Meng Wanji looked back at her.

There was only a polite smile on Sheng Jinshu’s face.

Meng Wanji wasn’t sure if she was being self-indulgent. She didn’t respond, turned around, and walked towards the office building in confusion.

The two-year-high office building was located in the second room on the inside of the stairs. As soon as she turned around, she saw a middle-aged woman with a modest stature, plain clothes and silver hair standing at the door of the office.

Which student’s parent?

She thought about it and approached, the woman turned her head and saw her, suddenly trotted over, stretched out her arms and hugged her tightly, crying, “I finally found you!”

“Child, I’m your mother.”

The blood in Meng Wanji’s body seemed to freeze in an instant.