God Made Incompatibility - Chapter 61

The day after the extubation, all the physical indicators were normal. On Saturday morning, the hospital system was still in operation. Sheng Jinshu couldn’t wait to get discharged from the hospital and sold out as scheduled.

The wound is still in the dressing period. Meng Wanji originally wanted her to take another week off to recuperate, but Sheng Jinshu was worried that the end of the period was coming, which would delay the students’ study. Meng Wanji was in this position with her and understood her persistence and concerns. She could only remind the students naturally in her Chinese class after she resumed classes that the English teacher, Teacher Sheng, was recovering from a serious illness and was taking classes with an injury. Everyone should be sensible, don’t be too nonsense, and then take care of Sheng Jinshu’s three meals more carefully in private.

At the end of May, the stitches were removed from the wound. Fortunately, although the ordinary stitches were used, the incision was not thick, and the scars did not look particularly hideous. Sheng Jinshu had long thought about the scar removal surgery if it was too ugly in the later stage, so he didn’t particularly mind, but he deliberately pretended to be sad, and tricked Meng Wanji into saying a lot of nice things that were impossible to tell on weekdays.

Applying scar-removing medicines and posting scar-removing products every day can turn into a visual feast for Sheng Jinshu – teasing Meng Wanji and seeing her red ears, trembling fingertips, and forced seriousness is so heartwarming.

The kitten that was fostered at Shen Tinghua’s place was picked up. After the adopter who had agreed to adopt it delayed for half a month, he still told Sheng Jinshu that her situation had changed, and it was really not suitable to adopt this kitten.

Sheng Jinshu leaned on the bed, no surprise, replied “Okay”, deleted the other party neatly, picked up the kitten that was circling under the bed, scratched its forehead and said to Meng Wanji, “We may have a relationship. It’s just a kitten.”

Meng Wanji was looking through the college’s admissions brochure in front of the computer. Hearing this, he was slightly stunned, and there was an unconcealed surprise in his tone: “The other party is no longer supported?”

Humans are emotional creatures, even if they just love the house and Wu at the beginning, and have raised them for a long time, in fact, she has long regarded them as a part of the family in her heart.

Sheng Jinshu should: “Well, she said that her conditions are not suitable now.”

Meng Wanji smiled lightly, and for a moment she wanted to ridicule “our conditions are right?”, but it was really not a good habit to go through old accounts, so she restrained herself.

“Okay, let’s raise it ourselves.” She looked at the kitten on Sheng Jinshu’s lap and answered indifferently, just like Sheng Jinshu just asked her if she would like porridge at night.

The kitten is spiritual, and aware of her gaze, jumped off Sheng Jinshu’s knee, rubbed against Meng Wanji’s feet and acted coquettishly.

Meng Wanji unconsciously softened her expression and picked it up.

“Then what’s its name?” Because they thought it was someone else’s cat, they never gave it a name without authorization.

Sheng Jinshu looked at them softly, and after a while, she said, “Is it called Ri Ri?”

“Daily?”

“Yeah.” Sheng Jinshu walked to Meng Wanji’s side, spread out her hand, and wrote two characters “Sun” interlocked vertically on her palm.

It starts with Meng Wanji’s name and ends with Meng Wanji and her surname. Meet every day, life is endless, you have me, I have you, looking sideways, it is a “vessel”.

In mid-June, the final exam week was about to begin. Both Meng Wanji and Sheng Jinshu had already submitted their resignation letters. There was a lot of buzz among the students about Meng Wanji’s impending resignation, but Sheng Jinshu reported that he would also resign. Cover tightly.

After taking a shower at night, Meng Wanji found that Sheng Jinshu was still sitting at the desk writing something.

She wiped her hair and approached, and saw Sheng Jinshu writing a stack of cards, like a message to each student. She couldn’t help asking for the students, “Don’t you say goodbye to everyone?”

Sheng Jinshu put the pen on, got up to get her a hair dryer, and replied with a smile, “No, I’m afraid it’s too sensational and I’ll be embarrassed.”

Meng Wanji laughed: “I can’t see it.”

Sheng Jinshu plugged in the power of the hair dryer, used the hot air to dry her face, and pretended to threaten: “What do you mean? I advise you to change your words quickly, put down your posture, and give me a sweet kiss.”

What Martian.

Meng Wanji glanced at her and couldn’t help laughing: “Which student did you learn this from?”

Sheng Jinshu hooked her lips and didn’t respond. She dries Meng Wanji’s hair for a while, and then said seriously, “If you don’t say goodbye, maybe we will meet again.”

Meng Wanji was stunned, looking at her in the mirror, her heart moved.

In fact, if she is not the head teacher, she must do the necessary handover, and she does not like to make parting grand.

She didn’t force her, turned around and asked, “Does the card mind giving me some space?”

Sheng Jinshu was slightly surprised, then his peach blossom eyes swayed, and he smiled brightly: “I can’t ask for it.”

*

In the last class before the official exam week, Meng Wanji said goodbye. All the students stood up and sang a song for her. They had been quietly preparing since they heard that she was leaving.

Meng Wanji has always been a calm and serious person in front of them, and the mountain has collapsed in front of him without changing his color. He was also red-eyed by their sudden sincere expression and retention.

The student cried and sent her off from get out of class and followed her to the door. Meng Wanji went out with a red nose and wet eyes.

Not far from the aisle, Sheng Jinshu was waiting for her in a red dress, holding a bouquet of roses with a bright smile.

For the first and last time, they held hands openly and above Ningwai, walked out of the teaching building, walked out of Ningwai, and walked towards a new chapter in their lives.

“I decided to take the North Opera exam.”

“Um.”

“Are you waiting for me?” One south and one north, far apart.

“No wait.”

Meng Wanji was surprised and frowned at her.

Sheng Jinshu hooked her lips, raised her eyebrows and pretended to be sorry, “Student Xiaomeng…”

“I may be going to the university next door to you as a lecturer at the Civil Engineering Institute.”

Meng Wanji’s long eyelashes trembled, and the surprise couldn’t be restrained any longer, and filled her eyes.

Sheng Jinshu scratched her nose as she wished.

This time, it has nothing to do with her mother, teachers, or even Meng Wanji. It is her own ideal, what she wants to do, and the way she wants to go.

At the beginning of July, they retired to the dormitory in Ningwai, and moved things one after another into the villa that Sheng Jinshu’s mother left to her.

Everything was properly packed, and on the first day of officially moving in, Sheng Jinshu suddenly stopped in front of the gate, handed the key to Meng Wanji, and said seriously, “Have a sense of ceremony, this is the first time to go home. I want you to open the door.”

Meng Wanji smiled and was willing to cooperate.

She inserted the key into the hole, turned the door lock, pushed open the mahogany door, turned sideways to let Sheng Jinshu enter, inadvertently, her eyes swept across the side hall, and suddenly stopped.

In the side hall, in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with fluttering white curtains, a brand-new and shiny black Yamaha grand piano is quietly shining in the sunlight.

She turned to look at Sheng Jinshu in astonishment, and asked her with her eyes. Sheng Jinshu opened the cat bag and said confidently, “It hollowed me out. I am penniless now, you can’t help but be responsible to me to the end.”

The corners of Meng Wanji’s lips curled up uncontrollably. She bit her lip, deliberately embarrassing: “Force buy and sell?”

Sheng Jinshu’s dazzling little paws are innocent: “No, buy one get two free.”

“Do you want it?” She smiled charmingly.

Meng Wanji lowered her head and smiled, stretched out her arms to hug her every day, and used actions instead of answers.

They lived together all summer. When busy, they do not interfere with each other. When they are free, they go shopping, fishing, and pressing the road. On sunny days, they drink tea in the courtyard, watch the moon, and amuse the cats. On typhoon days, they read books, watch movies, and have sex. Meng Chuyang calls out, “Fairy!”

As the last person in the family who knew about their relationship, she had always been brooding about it, and insisted that Meng Wanji and Sheng Jinshu would turn their backs on their guilt and give a complete overview of their love story.

Meng Wanji saw that she was angry, tearful, and really hurt. She wanted to agree but was ashamed to tell her, so Sheng Jinshu took the initiative to clear the siege and took over the task.

She said that she wrote a short script, and if there was a chance, it would be made into a radio play for her to listen to.

Meng Wanji felt even more ashamed and wanted to dispel the idea of ​​Sheng Jinshu, but her fists were no match for four.

One evening one week after taking over the task, Meng Wanji made dinner downstairs and called Sheng Jinshu to eat, but Sheng Jinshu did not respond. She walked upstairs strangely and saw Sheng Jinshu in the study sitting on the bay window with her earphones bent and one leg bent for a nap.

The setting sun shrouded half of the sky, and the orange sunset light illuminated the whole room.

Sheng Jinshu’s eyebrows are bright, and her sleeping face is peaceful.

Walking around on the desk every day, her little paws were eager to try on the notebook. Meng Wanji was afraid that it would step on the keyboard and delete files that should not be deleted. When she got close, she wanted to hug it and open it. She glanced at the music lyrics that were still playing on the screen:

Crossing the thousands of mountains and the vast rivers, it is the galaxy of the world that you gave me, the most ordinary lights of thousands of homes.

Pluck the snow to find spring, burn the lights to continue the day.

No peaches and plums, fortunately every evening Ji.

Below the printed script of “The Misfits Made in Heaven”, Sheng Jinshu wrote it with a black pen.

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The author has something to say: mark: “Crossing the thousands of mountains and the vast rivers, it is the galaxy in the world that you gave me, the most ordinary lights of all homes.” From the song “Lights of Ten Thousand Homes”

“Push the snow to find spring, burn the lamp to continue the day.”

(ps: Although there is a high probability that the little cuties should not, but because this has happened before, I still ask everyone, don’t go to the song comment area to comment, we will have fun in the comment area here.)

Well, it’s over~

This book has tried a new way of writing and a new rhythm, and I am very happy to write it. I hope everyone will be happy to read it.

There should be a side story, but I haven’t thought about it yet, so I’ll drop it after the National Day holiday. (Probably only one or two chapters?)