God Made Incompatibility

After she went to the hospital to see Sheng Jinshu's safety with her own eyes that day, Meng Wanji never took the initiative to ask her about Sheng Jinshu, and Sheng Jinshu only contacted her about school work and the radio drama demo. However, Shen Tinghua poked her on WeChat two days later and asked her if she had any soup-making skills to teach.

She said that Sheng Jinshu's knife edge didn't look very good, and the drainage bottle couldn't be pulled out. She wants to make up for her, but the hospital canteen has limited conditions, and she is not very good at cooking, so she is more than enough.

Meng Wanji is not a fool, she can almost hear the temptation to her in Shen Tinghua's words. She didn't know whether it was instigated by Sheng Jinshu or spontaneously by Shen Tinghua, no matter what, she didn't want to appear too concerned.

Her reason is telling herself that no matter if Sheng Jinshu thinks it is unnecessary, or she thinks she can't bear it, will not advance and retreat with her, or she is really just afraid of her worries, Sheng Jinshu has never told her that she has hidden dangers. This shouldn't be taken lightly like this.

She was minding, and she should have let Sheng Jinshu know that she was minding.

But that day in the hospital, Sheng Jinshu's complexion was so ugly, there was a long tube sticking out from her hospital gown, and the other end was undoubtedly connected to her body. Just looking at that, Meng Wanji was already distressed to the point of collapse.

Unable to pull out the drainage bottle, Sheng Jinshu couldn't even sleep normally.

Meng Wanji couldn't really ignore it.

She was neither enthusiastic nor cold, and sent Shen Tinghua several home-cooked recipes that Sheng Jinshu loved to eat on weekdays and several soup recipes suitable for Sheng Jinshu's tonic at this time. Shen Tinghua should be generous. Said she would try it, and she would ask her for advice again if she had any questions.

Meng Wanji replied, "Okay."

She locked the screen of her mobile phone, sat in the office for a few seconds, and lowered her head to continue to revise the composition, but her eyes scanned the lines of text, but her mind was unable to read any information at all.

Her mind was still on Sheng Jinshu.

I am afraid that she will not recover well, that she will be in pain, that she will feel uncomfortable, that I will be angry for a while and regret it for the rest of my life.

The distressed mood finally prevailed, she put on the pen cap and packed her things.

The familiar teacher in the office joked, "Mr. Meng so early today?"

Since the breakup, Meng Wanji has almost always been the last one in the office to leave. The other teachers in the office didn't know the reason, but they all noticed.

Meng Wanji smiled and nodded without explaining much.

She left the school with her bag, calculated the ingredients for cooking in her heart, went to two supermarkets, bought insulated lunch boxes, fresh sea bass and vegetables, went back to the dormitory and put the first fish in the pot, set the time, made the soup, and then After class in the afternoon, I went straight back to the dormitory, steamed the rice, fried the vegetables, and sent a text message to Shen Tinghua: "Sister Tinghua, where are you?"

Shen Tinghua replied quickly: "In the Cardiovascular Inpatient Department."

"Can you come out?"

"now?"

"Twenty minutes later, at the door of the hospital."

"Okay, I'll get off work at about the same time to cook for Xiaojin."

Meng Wanji responded: "Okay, then I'll go over now."

Twenty minutes later, she got out of the taxi, and after a short look, she saw Shen Tinghua with a neat ponytail, already standing by the fountain at the door waiting for her.

Shen Tinghua also saw her and walked towards her. When she got closer and saw the lunch box she was holding in her hand, Shen Tinghua was a little surprised.

"This is?" she asked with a gentle smile.

Meng Wanji forced her to stay calm, handed her the lunch box, and avoided the important points: "It's for two people, I don't have chopsticks ready, I'm going to trouble you to borrow them from the cafeteria."

Shen Tinghua took it: "It's okay, I bought it, and I have it in the ward."

Meng Wanji nodded: "That's hard work for you."

She turned around and looked like she was about to leave, and Shen Tinghua fought for Sheng Jinshu: "Don't you want to go in?"

Meng Wanji shook her head, remained silent, and instructed, "Don't tell Jinshu."

Shen Tinghua laughed, how could she hide it. Everyone has their own way of cooking. Sheng Jinshu is so picky about who made it. It is estimated that he can eat it with one mouth.

But she was afraid that Meng Wanji would be embarrassed, so she didn't make it clear, she just nodded understandingly, and walked to the inpatient department with the lunch box in a good mood.

Sure enough, Sheng Jinshu's eyes lit up as soon as he drank the fish soup: "Senior sister, is this soup made by Xiao Ji?"

Shen Tinghua sat beside her bed to eat without raising his head, bluffing her: "Why are you being so sentimental?"

Sheng Jinshu frowned and looked at the dishes on the small table: "The lunch box is also new. Besides, Senior Sister, you are not allergic, can't you go to the yam skin?"

Shen Tinghua didn't really want to deceive her, he spat at her: "You have to be so smart, so what is it like now?"

Peach blossoms were in full bloom in Sheng Jinshu's eyes, and then a dull pain appeared in his heart. In fact, it's not that she is clever, it's that she has tasted it too many times. Since they were together, Meng Wanji knew that she liked Chinese-style home-cooked food. There were always three or four days a week when she didn't have class for the last class, and she would cook by herself, wash her hands and make soup for her.

Shen Tinghua saw that she was rarely really happy, and couldn't help but be happy too. It's just that she reminded: "She told me not to tell you, so you should pretend not to know. Otherwise, I guess you won't have to drink."

Sheng Jinshu touched the lunch box, sweet and astringent in his heart: "Well."

Three days later, the major pathology came out early, it was determined that the situation had not escalated, the danger was completely lifted, and Sheng Jinshu's heart finally fell to the ground.

There is a feeling of being reborn.

Just as Meng Wanji sent another text message to ask Shen Tinghua to go down to get the meal, Sheng Jinshu's brows were full of spring: "I'll go by myself."

Her drainage tube had just been pulled out, and only the incision had not grown, and she could move freely.

Shen Tinghua did not object.

Sheng Jinshu put on lipstick, changed out of his hospital gown, and put on a long-awaited skirt.

On the street with people coming and going at dusk, Sheng Jinshu walked towards Meng Wanji.

The sunset hangs between the tall buildings, and the world is smudged into a quiet and gentle manner.

Meng Wanji looked at her, obviously stunned, her long eyelashes trembled rapidly, her fingertips squeezed the handle of the lunch box uncontrollably.

Sheng Jinshu stood in front of her and hooked her lips toward her: "I haven't told you in time for many times. This time, I want to tell you as soon as possible."

Meng Wanji's throat tightened: "Huh?"

Sheng Jinshu said: "The major disease has occurred, but it has not been upgraded. It's really okay."

Meng Wanji didn't want to show too much fluctuation in front of her, but the disobedient curvature of the corners of her lips betrayed her.

"Congratulations." She tried to say it politely and nonchalantly.

Sheng Jinshu didn't care, looked at her with nostalgia, and asked, "Have you heard the revised demo?"

Meng Wanji responded, "Yes."

"is it okay?"

"Can."

"Then let's post it, and it's time for the notice I gave you earlier."

Meng Wanji has no opinion: "Okay."

Sheng Jinshu asked: "I don't have a computer, so it's inconvenient to operate. Can you integrate the links of various platforms to help me post on Weibo after I publish it?" Running, publicity still has to go from her.

Meng Wanji hesitated: "Do you use my Weibo?" Her Weibo was newly registered and she had no fans at all.

Sheng Jinshu said, "No, use mine. I'll send you the account password later."

Meng Wanji is measured: "Are you all right?"

"It's alright." Sheng Jinshu's brows were bright, brighter than all the clear skies Meng Wanji had seen this summer. "I don't have any more secrets from you," she said.

Meng Wanji's heart trembled, and it was difficult to hold back the surging affection.

"Okay." She responded calmly.

In the evening, Sheng Jinshu finished uploading all the platforms and sent the account password to Meng Wanji.

Meng Wanji immediately sorted out all the links, opened Weibo, and prepared to promote it.

Unexpectedly, the first thing she saw on the homepage was a Weibo only visible to herself that Sheng Jinshu had just posted an hour ago.

she says:

A letter to Xiao Ji

Before writing, I felt like I wanted to say a lot, but when I started writing, I didn't know where to start. Too many apologies, it's just a quibble, this is not my intention, but I still endure the blush and cheeks, and want to ask you for the slightest possibility of turning back.

Sorry for pursuing you irresponsibly, starting with you; sorry for not telling you, not being able to promise you, ending with you irresponsibly. Sorry for my self-righteousness, my assertiveness, my selfishness.

After the relationship between my parents broke up, my mother died and my father remarried. He who once regarded me as the jewel in his palm and was infinitely tolerant of me yelled at me and drove me out. For a long time, I couldn't tell the world's true and false, black and white, right and wrong. So I observed, groped, and pieced together, trying to get a glimpse of what life really looks like from others.

Among the people I met in the bar, no one had a complete family; in the love I had been optimistic about, no one really came to the end.

Oaths are always overturned by those who swear by themselves, and beauty is always annihilated by those who create them. Nothing is immortal, and nothing is permanent.

So I tried to reconcile with the world and persuaded myself, don't believe it, don't have illusions, there will always be time for gatherings and separations, live the present moment, and have fun in time is enough.

But I don't feel happy living in the moment.

Because my mother's ideal is road and bridge, so I learned road and bridge; because my teacher's ideal is to fill the world with peaches and plums, so I came to Ningwai. I don't know what I can do or what I want to do except carry on their legacy.

I can't find myself.

I walked through the long winter, sluggish and lingering, the world was like a dark cave that leaked from all sides, and time meant nothing to me.

So before I met you, I didn't think about surgery.

Before I met you, I never thought that my love would be an exception.

I thought all the people I met were just passing through the scenery of my life, but I didn't expect that later I found out that some people will become all the pictures of your life.

That person is you.

Thank you for coming into my life, thank you for revitalizing the stagnant water in my life, thank you for reminding me of the mottled cracks in my life, in addition to wind, frost, rain and snow, and light can also penetrate.

Thank you.

Meng Wanji's tears rolled violently in her eyes, falling into a line and hitting the table.

With tears in her eyes, she scrolled down and saw many Weibo posts by Sheng Jinshu that were only visible to her, ranging from recent to early.

At the end of April, she said that she was afraid, and she asked: Does it mean that if you are worried, you will become afraid of death?

I want to live a hundred years.

At the end of March, she said she had a dream: I dreamed that we had a cat, as if we were in a new house, and you and I were discussing decoration. So illogical, the house seems to have been renovated.

But if it were true, that would be great.

On the fourth day of the first lunar month, she secretly photographed her sleeping face and said: cute.

On New Year's Day, she said: Happy New Year, really happy.

...

Not long after we met last September, she first appeared on Weibo. She said: "I met a very difficult person, but it seemed very interesting.

Taking this as an interception point, there is no Meng Wanji going down.

In mid-May, Sheng Jinshu said: Happy Mother's Day. If I buy the tomb next to you, can the probability of our reunion be higher?

At the end of April, Sheng Jinshu said: That's it.

In March, Sheng Jinshu said: I haven't dreamed of you for a long time, but I finally dreamed of you again yesterday. I don't know why you keep scolding me in the dream, I keep crying, but I'm so happy.

It would be nice if you didn't wake up.

On New Year's Eve in February, she said: I miss you.

A little further back in November, she went surfing and said: Nearly had an accident. It feels good to be out of breath.

The further forward, the more negative.

As Sheng Jinshu said, if her writing is colorful and vivid after meeting her, it will be all gray and decadent.

It's completely different from what she feels on the surface.

Meng Wanji looked at it for a long time, and her eyes became wet for a long time. She restrained herself, with tears in her eyes, and with the tip of her nose red, she sent out the propaganda Weibo that it would be too late if she didn't post it.

Not long after Weibo was sent, Sheng Jinshu's text message came in.

she says:

Because of you, I began to look forward to the spring, summer, autumn and winter of my life.

Meng Wanji's tears, which she finally stopped, poured out again, and her heart seemed to be chiseled again and again with an awl. All the grievances, unease, pain, and persistence in these days were all caused by her letter and words. Ablation disintegrated.

She knew how proud and committed Sheng Jinshu was, so she knew how difficult and sincere it was for her to say these dissecting words.

There was no way she could not be moved, not moved, or not distressed.

Life is short and things are impermanent. Sheng Jinshu said thank her for coming into her life, why is she not?

How many ten years can be wasted between them?

She couldn't sit still anymore, grabbed her phone and keys, went downstairs, and stopped the car to go to the hospital.

The hospital was quiet at night. There was an empty bed in Ward 403 of Building 5, and only Sheng Jinshu was left.

She turned on a light and sat on the bed with her phone in her hands, as if waiting, but also in a trance.

Meng Wanji didn't knock on the door, but pushed in.

Sheng Jinshu looked at her.

Meng Wanji approached her, biting her lower lip tightly, with tears in her eyes.

Sheng Jinshu blinked, a tear slid from the corner of his eyes, and then he curled his lips into a smile, with a bright style. She stretched out Meng Wanji's hand, Meng Wanji did not refuse, and sat beside her bed as she wished.

No one spoke, and no one understood the other party's unspoken intentions, and their eyes became red.

Sheng Jinshu moved closer and asked softly, "Can you give me another chance?"

Like fear of disturbing a sweet dream.

Meng Wanji's nasal voice was obvious, and she wanted to laugh, but tears fell: "Is this time forever?"

Sheng Jinshu's eyes were watery, she wiped her tears lightly, kissed the tip of her nose, and promised, "It's my lifetime."

"I love you."