God Made Incompatibility

Early in the morning of the fifth day of the fifth day, Sheng Jinshu was worried about something, and woke up before dawn, Meng Wanji was sleeping soundly beside her.

She traced Meng Wanji's brows and eyes with a little dark light, sat up, took the mobile phone by the bedside, opened the public account of the city hospital, and made an appointment for the nearest number that the hospital could get after the holiday number was closed.

Sitting quietly for a while, she let out a breath, leaned over and kissed Meng Wanji's cheek lightly, and got out of bed to prepare Meng Wanji's long-lost breakfast.

After seven o'clock, Meng Wanji was awakened by the regular biological clock, and Sheng Jinshu was no longer around. The sweet smell of crepes came from the crack of the bedroom door, Meng Wanji sat up naked, a smile on her lips.

Wrapped in Sheng Jinshu's nightgown, she picked out a relatively dignified set of Sheng Jinshu's clothes from the closet. She simply showered and washed, and went out of the bedroom to find Sheng Jinshu.

Sheng Jinwen stood facing the rising sun outside the floor-to-ceiling window, like the first morning after staying in the dormitory. She also stood like that.

It's just that she was in a trance at that time. Today, she seems to be knocking on her phone.

Meng Wanji approached her lightly and found that she was editing Weibo.

On Weibo, she attached a picture of the morning sun that was apparently just taken, and shared a poem.

"Come to Me" by Rudaki.

come to me-

who?

she.

when?

dawn, scared

What are you afraid of?

angry.

Who is angry?

her father.

Honestly!

i kissed her twice

Where?

on her wet mouth

on the mouth?

no.

So where?

Carnelian.

how?

wonderful.

She made a full stop after the word "wonderful", and the corners of her lips evoked a charming smile.

Meng Wanji: "..."

I don't know whether to praise her for her good literary qualities or to call her a hooligan.

She blushed, bowed her head and bit her shoulder.

Sheng Jinshu was caught off guard, pretending to be in pain and hissing, and knowingly asked, "What's wrong? Why are you biting me?"

Meng Wanji didn't speak, she stretched out her hand to grab her phone, Sheng Jinshu laughed softly, teasing her: "Can't our talented Chinese department appreciate poetry? Huh?"

She didn't give it, and the two stopped after arguing for a while, and lay down on the sofa exhausted.

Sheng Jinshu hugged her and coaxed: "I'm so happy, so I want to record it."

She chose to be visible only to herself.

There are too many news on Weibo that she can only see by herself, and she is very happy, only since she met Meng Wanji.

Meng Wanji's heart trembled, and she was not willing to force her to delete it.

The two had breakfast together, and at half past eight, Sheng Jinshu sent Meng Wanji back to Meng's house.

The scenery along the way changed from unfamiliar to familiar, Meng Wanji seemed to return to reality from a peach blossom garden. What should be faced must always be faced, and evasion will never solve the problem, Meng Wanji knew in his heart.

After getting off the car in front of the gate of Meng's house, she said goodbye to Sheng Jinshu as usual: "See you at the beginning of school."

On the ninth day of school, they all had to go back to Ningwai to report on the eighth day.

Sheng Jinshu followed and got out of the car and stood by the door: "See you at the beginning of school."

The security guards at the gate have already taken leave and are back on duty. They can't do anything in broad daylight. The two stood opposite each other, not speaking for a few seconds.

"I deleted the few sentences about who was angry." Sheng Jinshu said suddenly.

Meng Wanji was stunned for a moment, then she felt relieved, and couldn't help but let out some smiles.

"Send me a message when you arrive." She reached out and restrained her collar, which was already flat.

Sheng Jinshu should: "Yes."

Meng Wanji didn't linger any longer and turned around to enter the door.

Sheng Jinshu did not move behind him. Meng Wanji didn't hear the sound of the car starting, she knew that Sheng Jinshu was watching her.

She was walking on the road to the Meng family mansion, walking in Sheng Jinshu's nostalgic eyes, as if walking on a road full of thorns but yearning for it.

She rehearsed in her heart what Li Yuanshu was going to say after entering the door, and what she was going to explain when facing Meng Shipei, but after entering the door, the Meng family was quiet.

The first person she met was Chi Ye.

Chi Ye seemed to be waiting for someone. Sitting on the sofa beside the coffee table, she boredly changed TV stations. When she heard footsteps outside the door, she raised her head and met Meng Wanji's line of sight at a glance.

This was the first time the two met after the unhappy dinner on New Year's Eve.

"Happy New Year." Meng Wanji greeted politely.

Chi Ye looked at her and nodded lukewarmly.

"Where are your parents and Chuyang?" Meng Wanji was concerned.

"Mom and Chuyang are out, Dad is in the study upstairs." Chi Ye stared at her, frowning slightly, as if trying to say something: "You..."

Just as she spoke, Meng Shipei's voice suddenly appeared: "Xiao Ji is back?"

He stood at the door of the study in the corridor, without approaching, his tone was calm.

Meng Wanji felt ashamed, her throat tightened unconsciously: "Yes, Dad, I'm back."

"Come up."

Meng Wanji's footsteps sank after hearing such an unusual sentence.

She curled her fingers slightly and responded, "Okay."

"Then I'll go up first." She nodded to Chi Ye.

Chi Ye seemed to be hesitant to speak, and after a while, he casually said "um".

Meng Wanji didn't think much about it, she picked up her steps and went upstairs.

In the study, Meng Shipei was wearing reading glasses, making tea and reading news in his usual place. When he saw Meng Wanji entering the door, he put down his tablet, took off his glasses, and asked casually, "It looks like you have been doing well these few days?"

Meng Wanji sat down opposite him, trying to be natural: "It's okay."

"time to eat?"

"Well, I ate it."

Meng Shipei pushed her hot tea, "Where did you go?"

Meng Wanji half-truth: "I went to Chengzhou Lushan."

"A person?"

Meng Wanji raised it in her heart, touched the teacup and responded cautiously, "Together with friends."

Meng Shipei's face was indifferent, and he was noncommittal. He just poured himself another cup of tea, was silent for a moment, and suddenly cut to the point: "You said you need to think about something, how are you thinking?"

He asked plainly, as if he was just asking what the weather was like today, but Meng Wanji's heartbeat was in a hurry in an instant.

Obviously, I have typed the draft thousands of times in my heart, but it is still difficult to say it at this moment. She held her breath unconsciously, her nails digging into her palms before forcing herself to raise her head and face Meng Shipei. She opened her mouth and said, "Dad... I've thought about it."

Meng Shipei looked at her solemnly.

Meng Wanji bit her lip and said, "Dad, I... I want to quit my job. After teaching for the second half of the school year, I want to leave Ningwai and don't want to work in the teaching profession."

Meng Shipei did not speak for several seconds. Meng Wanji read heaviness and disappointment on his face, and his head gradually dropped.

Meng Shipei said, "Is it because of Chi Ye and your mother?"

Meng Wanji said hoarsely, "No. It's because of myself."

"Dad... Actually, I don't like being a teacher, and my personality is not suitable for being a teacher. I'm not that patient, and I'm not that good at dealing with students and parents."

"This is what you thought about it before, or just now."

Meng Wanji knew what kind of answer would make him feel better, but telling a lie a hundred times won't come true, and she couldn't bear to give him false expectations again: "I thought so long ago."

Meng Shipei asked very solemnly, "Is this what you really mean?"

Meng Wanji's throat choked, and she was silent.

Meng Shipei sighed mockingly. He said, "Xiao Ji, you often make Dad feel that Dad never really understands you."

A simple sentence made Meng Wanji's tears roll out in an instant.

She choked, "I'm sorry... Dad."

When Meng Shipei grew up, she hardly ever saw her gaffe like this again. He was brought to heartbreak. He was able to kill any business outside the home on weekdays, but he had nothing to do with her deviance.

He seemed to have aged ten years and said, "Xiao Ji, when I first saw you, you were still in an infancy, thin and small. I carried you in and out of the hospital several times, watching you Xiaoyi Tuan has been tortured many times, and I prayed in my heart that I don’t need you to be smart and capable, rich and noble, as long as you can be safe and smooth, and grow up healthy and happy.”

"The older you get, the more calm you are. You don't like to fight or rob. I thought you were like that. I think it's okay for girls to be stable. My Meng Shipei's daughter will never lack a bite to eat. So I plan for the future for you. You are in a hurry to get married, but in the end, none of these are what you want, they are all just imposed on you by me, right?"

Meng Wanji's breathing was full of nasal sounds, and she prayed, "No, Dad, don't say that."

This is tantamount to torture.

She is cowardly, afraid of losing, and too greedy for the love that should not belong to her.

Meng Shipei smiled bitterly: "By now, can't we talk frankly between our father and daughter?"

"I treat you as my own daughter, do you treat me as my own father?"

Like piercing the last layer of window screen, the warmth that has been carefully disguised for many years no longer exists in an instant.

Meng Wanji was speechless, her shoulders were shaking, and the shame almost crushed her waist.

She knelt down and said, "Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Meng Shipei's eyes suddenly turned red. He said, "Get up."

"If you don't treat me as your own father, I also have a responsibility. I don't do enough." He knew Li Yuanshu's partiality, but he was powerless. Afraid of stimulating his wife's spirit, he could only doubly be kind to her. What is missing is irreparable.

He sometimes wonders, if he hadn't brought Meng Wanji back and she went to someone else's house, would she be better off.

He also doesn't understand that now, her late choice, she doesn't even know if it is a late rebellion, is it right, is it what she really wants?

Meng Wanji said, "No, Dad, really no, it's my own problem."

Meng Shipei got up and pulled her, and asked her, "Is there really no room to turn around?"

He looked at her as if to see through her soul: "Whether it's a career or a lover?"

Deafening.

Meng Wanji was shocked.

Did Dad know what?

She looked at Meng Shipei hesitantly, Meng Shipei didn't make it clear, but Meng Wanji understood the answer.

She pinched the cuff that grew out of Sheng Jinshu's clothes between her wrists, and she couldn't make that compromise.

She didn't know what she would lose by refusing to say this sentence, but with tears in her eyes, she still shook her head.

Meng Shipei let go.

Meng Wanji trembled and said again, "I'm sorry..."

Meng Shipei looked at her deeply, and after a while, he said, "I'm very disappointed and I don't understand. But you don't have to feel sorry for me."

"Meng Wanji." He rarely called her full name: "This time, you chose it yourself."

"You should know what you chose."

He can't be too generous, and he can't cover the sky with one hand. If Meng Wanji gave up Ning Wai, it would be impossible for Ning Wai to leave her vacant indefinitely; if she chose a homosexual, he would not be able to push her up regardless of criticism from the Meng family enterprise.

"I want you to be worthy of yourself."

Meng Wanji's tears fell to the ground. She lowered her head, but her waist was straight: "I will."

She looked forward to being with Sheng Jinshu for the rest of her life.

But no matter whether she and Sheng Jinshu can really make it to the end, she has no regrets.

At least, Meng Wanji at this moment is a complete Meng Wanji.