God Made Incompatibility - Chapter 54

On the day of the tomb sweeping, the sky was beautiful, and the rain stopped for a day during the Qingming Festival.

The breeze was gentle, and the temperature was neither high nor low. Sheng Jinshu, Meng Wanji and Shen Tinghua didn’t even need to use umbrellas. After worshipping Su Yunqing smoothly, they drove to the cemetery of Sheng Jinshu’s mother in Linshi.

Unexpectedly, it was almost here. The hospital had an emergency and there was not enough manpower. After several calls, Shen Tinghua was called back to help, and Shen Tinghua had to turn around.

So only Sheng Jinshu and Meng Wanji were left.

“My mother built the tomb too far, and it’s not easy for everyone to visit her.” Sheng Jinshu joked.

Meng Wanji looked at the scenery outside the car window.

On the top of the mountain, the sky is clear and the air is clear, the view is wide, the sea is in the east, the mountains in the north, and the bustling city can be seen from afar. It is indeed a rare good location.

She affirmed: “Auntie’s eyesight is still very good.”

Sheng Jinshu chuckled: “Except for the distance, everything is really good.”

She said that she hadn’t actually been here a few times, but Meng Wanji followed her and found that the route here was still familiar to her.

The cemetery is full of short tombstones and sparse worshippers, which are actually not easy to identify. But Sheng Jinshu held her hand and walked like a thousand times.

Meng Wanji couldn’t help but look sideways to see Sheng Jinshu’s expression, but Sheng Jinshu suddenly stopped.

“Why does it seem like someone is there?” She wondered.

Meng Wanji followed her line of sight and saw that there was indeed a middle-aged woman standing in front of a monument not far away.

The woman also seemed to see Sheng Jinshu, showing a look of surprise, and then smiled.

Sheng Jinshu whispered to Meng Wanji: “It seems to be my mother’s former good friend, Aunt Yang.”

Meng Wanji nodded, and Sheng Jinshu led her forward.

“Aunt Yang, long time no see.” Sheng Jinshu greeted generously.

Yang Yajuan looked at Sheng Jinshu up and down, and smiled kindly: “It’s true that I haven’t seen each other for many years. It’s been… six or seven years, since you went abroad.”

Sheng Jinshu said yes. That year, her grandmother’s house held a small practice banquet for her, and Yang Yajuan also came over from the next city on purpose.

“It’s really a big girl, and my aunt almost didn’t recognize her.”

Sheng Jinshu said pleasing words: “Auntie hasn’t changed at all, it’s still exactly the same as my impression.”

Yang Yajuan waved her hand: “I’m old, I’m a grandma, don’t coax me.”

She looked at Meng Wanji and asked politely, “Who is this?”

Meng Wanji was slightly nervous and wanted to let go of Sheng Jinshu’s hand in hindsight.

Sheng Jinshu turned his head to look at her, her peach blossom eyes were slightly swaying, and she introduced without changing her face: “My girlfriend, bring her to say hello to my mother.”

Meng Wanji could clearly feel that the air was silent for a moment.

She was embarrassed and sweet.

“Hello, Auntie Yang.” She finally learned a little about Sheng Jinshu’s cheeky, calmness.

Yang Yajuan was stunned for a few seconds, and finally laughed. “Okay, hello.” After receiving Meng Wanji’s greetings, she sighed at Sheng Jinshu: “You, like your mother, always don’t take the usual path.”

Sheng Jinshu’s smile deepened, and the corners of Meng Wanji’s lips couldn’t help but twitch.

The three stood chatting.

Yang Yajuan said that she had reached retirement age and was going to immigrate to country A with her son, so she wanted to visit her old friends before leaving.

Sheng Jinshu invited her to go out to have a meal together, the right should be practiced.

Yang Yajuan has not seen this junior for many years, and has many things to care about, so she is not polite.

The three of them talked for a long time with Sheng Jinshu’s mother in front of the tomb, and went to the restaurant in the city to eat together.

At the dining table, Yang Yajuan and Sheng Jinshu were mostly talking, and Meng Wanji would only say a word or two when asked. She is not a very talkative person, but a good listener.

She likes to capture the bits and pieces of Sheng Jinshu’s past from their conversations.

After the five flavors were over, she got up and went to the bathroom.

When she came back, across a corner, she suddenly heard Yang Yajuan asking Sheng Jinshu, “So are you staying in Ningcheng in the future?”

Unexpectedly, Meng Wanji stopped.

Her heartbeat was inexplicably fast, and even her breathing couldn’t help slowing down.

Sheng Jinshu should: “Not necessarily.”

“Any other plans?”

“no.”

Sheng Jinshu didn’t explain any further, Meng Wanji’s heartbeat suddenly went out of order with her two words. Like being thrown high into the air, unable to land for a long time.

She found that she never seemed to ask Sheng Jinshu about her future plans, she just assumed that Sheng Jinshu would always stay in Ningcheng, or even be a teacher in Ningwai.

If Sheng Jinshu didn’t plan this way, what would her future look like? Where is she? Even, does Sheng Jinshu have her place in the future?

Unable to control herself, she thought of the conversation between Sheng Jinshu and Shen Tinghua about raising cats that day.

She walked back to the table and took a seat, pretending to be fine, but she was always restless.

In the evening, when she returned to the Ningwai dormitory, Meng Wanji still couldn’t calm down her anxiety very well.

She is a person who is used to digesting emotions by herself. But the misunderstanding that you didn’t ask me about before falling in love still allowed Meng Wanji to learn some lessons.

She took a bath, calmed down, decided to be fair, and had a frank talk with Sheng Jinshu.

She wiped her hair and entered the bedroom, where Sheng Jinshu was sitting on the bed reading the printed script. She had a lazy attitude, but her expression was very focused. When she saw Meng Wanji coming in, she put down the script, raised her lips and got out of bed: “You are so wet today.”

She connected the plug of the hair dryer and prepared to blow Meng Wanji’s hair.

After living in a room, they invariably developed a hobby of helping each other blow their hair.

The hair dryer was on a low gear, and Sheng Jinshu tugged at her hair and chatted with her: “I think the script is almost done, so I can move on. I’ll find a few CVs for you to listen to later. Can you choose?”

Meng Wanji responded: “Okay.”

She lowered her eyes, moistened her lips, and said, “I’m going to quit my job after teaching this semester.”

Sheng Jinshu was slightly surprised, and immediately rubbed her hair, disregarding it: “Okay, I will support you in whatever you decide.”

Meng Wanji guessed that she would answer like this. She raised her eyes, stared at her in the mirror and asked, “How about you?”

“Um?”

“Will you always teach at Ningwai?”

Sheng Jinshu in the mirror looked natural: “Not necessarily, but for now, yes.”

Meng Wanji asked, “What about after that?”

Sheng Jinshu smiled: “I’ll know what will happen later.”

“So you didn’t make a plan?” Meng Wanji didn’t dare to miss the slightest possible emotion in Sheng Jinshu.

Sheng Jinshu’s movement of shaking the hair dryer was obviously slower, “It’s not.” She smiled slightly, as if thinking about the words, “I just don’t like making too long-term plans.”

She touched Meng Wanji’s almost dry hair, turned off the hair dryer, turned and leaned against the dressing table to look at Meng Wanji, and explained, “Isn’t there a saying that the plan can’t keep up with the changes?”

“I’ve always felt that living in the moment is the most important thing.” She looked indifferent and soft.

Meng Wanji looked at her and didn’t answer for a few seconds. She knew that the truth was this truth, but had she ever imagined it, it was still different.

She moved her throat, but she was finally uneasy, and asked her for a clear answer: “In your thoughts, am I a plan or a change?”

Sheng Jinshu trembled.

After a long while, her eyes were like water, and she responded, “You are an accident.”

Meng Wanji frowned.

Sheng Jinshu leaned over to kiss her, whispering between the intertwined lips and teeth: “You are the most beautiful accident in life.”

Meng Wanji refused, but she couldn’t completely refuse. In the end, she fell into her tenderness and lost the courage to continue to ask the truth.

It was like holding a delicately packaged hard object in her hands, but she dared not open it. She was afraid that when she opened it, it was not candy, but a stone that would break her teeth.

She was subconsciously afraid, afraid that she would not get the answer she wanted if she kept asking.

In the surging tide, she grabbed Sheng Jinshu’s shoulder, looked at her tenderness and fascination that did not seem to be fake, and asked herself: Is it not necessary to be too serious sometimes?

If Sheng Jinshu really doesn’t want to be with her for a long time, there is no need to announce their relationship to the world. Her unplanning seems to be not just for this feeling, but for her whole life and future without a plan.

A person’s character is developed over a long period of time. No matter how much she yearns for stability, she is only half a year in love with Sheng Jinshu. Is it really too demanding of her to ask Sheng Jinshu to change her character and become a planned person? already?

She found 100 excuses for Sheng Jinshu and 100 reasons for herself to relax, but the seeds of unease had already been sown in her heart, and she couldn’t go back to her previous state. noticed.

She tried to find more evidence that would reassure herself, but couldn’t find it.

She found that from the beginning to the end, Sheng Jinshu seemed to rarely use words such as “later” and “future” with her. She seldom even said “like”, and when she confessed, she only said “we Try it”, and the word “try”, how many long-term expectations can there be?

Even if it is “like”, how much weight does the word “like” have to adults?

One week after the Qingming Festival, the radio drama will officially start production. Meng Wanji and Sheng Jinshu discussed that they could set up a studio for radio drama production, and their own dramas would be hung under this studio in the future to prepare for the establishment of a cultural company in the future.

She proposed that the studio be called “Zicheng Studio”. First, “Zicheng” contains the surnames of her and Sheng Jinshu, and secondly, “Zicheng” has the meaning of “death and life are bound together, talk to Zicheng”, which means Beautiful was the most satisfying name she could think of.

She didn’t explain it so thoroughly, but she believed that Sheng Jinshu’s exquisite thoughts could be understood at a glance.

But Sheng Jinshu supported her idea of ​​setting up a studio, but rejected her proposal for a studio name. She said the name was more popular, less eye-catching, and likely already registered.

Meng Wanji didn’t know if she really thought so, or if it was just like what she told Shen Tinghua about raising cats before – she didn’t want to have problems left over after the breakup.

Meng Wanji’s emotions were telling herself not to be bullshit, but her reason became more and more defensive.

Wishful thinking was too embarrassing, and she didn’t want to make herself a joke.

Without solving this problem, she seems to have no way to continue with Sheng Jinshu at ease.

She was asking or not asking, facing or not facing, whether she should give Sheng Jinshu a little more trust and time to sway. Before she had time to make up her mind, she called from Xi Weiting’s parents and the dormitory management department on Sunday. The phone call completely broke their false calm for days.

They said that Xi Weiting and Yu Xingqian eloped.

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