surrender to her

Chapter 11

On the way home at night, Meng Cheng was still thinking, how could the child keep silent without opening his mouth?
After the whole day, she almost opened up Sun Tzu's Art of War to study the two moves. Student He's mouth is really hard to pry, and it seems like he can kill him by saying a word. Except for listening to the class and looking at the blackboard, there is no head. How to lift it.

How about... ask the almighty Internet for help?
She entered the door and turned on the light, leaned lazily against the wall next to the entrance, and entered in the search box: [What should I do if boys don't like to talk? 】

The interface pops up.

The first article, according to the location, recommends you: 500 meters away from you, Renhe Hospital’s Department of Stomatology, several famous Chinese and Western doctors, who specialize in treating children with stuttering and dysphonia...

Meng Cheng: "..."

It's not that he doesn't like to talk, it's not that he can't speak.

The second article, boys do not like to talk, it may also be a mental illness, it is recommended that parents pay more attention to their children's emotions, spend more time with their children, or go to some regular psychological institutions for consultation...

"..."

Scroll down.

Selected netizen's high-quality answer: It is recommended to pour more boiling water and scald it, as the child may open his mouth when he is anxious.

There is actually a reply below: Thank you, it has been adopted, and the child made a sound with a wow, but what is the matter with the smoke in the throat?
Meng Cheng: "..."

What the hell are these?
It may be that the input method is wrong.

She changed her search method: [How do you catch up with a boy who doesn't like to talk? 】

Risk warning: You need to be cautious in love. It is recommended to dig two acres of wild vegetables first, and then ask after digging.

Meng Cheng: "..."

The Internet really has you.

Finding nothing, she turned off the phone screen, changed her shoes, and took the unremoved school uniform to the laundry room. An aunt will be appointed to take care of the housework tomorrow.

Meng Zhixing was not at home. He was on a business trip during this period of time. It was because of her birthday that he squeezed out time last night to come back on purpose. He left early this morning without stopping.

There is no regular servant at home, mainly because Meng Zhixing is on frequent business trips, Meng Cheng loves to hang out with friends outside, father and daughter are busy with their own things, and they don't stay at home.

The small villa is a bit empty, but the atmosphere of life everywhere is warm and comfortable, without making people feel cold.

Meng Cheng opened the refrigerator, took a bottle of ice soda, went upstairs and returned to his room.

At the same time, the WeChat group messages of the Four Heavenly Kings kept bombarding.

After Xiang Zhao and Gao Wenbo reported the latest first-hand news, Song Xinyuan frantically swiped the voice packs in the group.

Song Xinyuan was Meng Cheng's tablemate in the first three years of junior high school. When they met together, it was a large-scale sand sculpture recognition scene. Maybe everyone had a problem with their brains, so they got along very well, and the more they played, the better their relationship became.

The flight attendant she studied at a vocational school was separated from Ruihua by a block, and the news was not updated in time, so she knew that Meng Cheng fell in love at first sight with the handsome Lanzhou ramen boy who was in her class.

Meng Cheng clicked on the latest voice message, and Song Xinyuan was like a boiling kettle: [Ah——!Depend on!Meng Cheng!If you don't take down the handsome guy below, you will be sorry for the romance bestowed on you by God! 】

"..."

She threw the phone on the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

More than half an hour later, the group is still very lively.

Song Xinyuan called her many times, with various questions, Meng Cheng replied a few normal ones, then lay down on the bed, looking at the string of numbers stored in the phone that hadn't had time to note and started to stare blankly.

When she got the contact information, someone in front of her smashed her head to open the way for her.

As early as last week, in order not to disgrace the mission of being a social genius, Xiang Zhao tried everything to get his contact information, but all failed.

In the end, when he ran to the office to collect information, he accidentally saw He Liangchi's basic information registration form spread out on Yu Meiren's desk, so Xiang Zhao copied his mobile phone number.

By the way, I also remembered his birthday, because it is very special, the last day of the year.

12 month 31 day.

It's just that it's useless to get the contact information. Wechat friends have applied to Xiangzhao 99 times if not a hundred times.

Meng Cheng sat up from the bed and dialed directly.

Staring at the screen waiting to be connected, she clenched her phone tightly, feeling a little nervous for the first time. So far, nothing has made her feel so anxious.

The long beep was about to end, and this feeling of anxiety turned into empty melancholy. At the last moment when she thought she would not be answered, "Calling..." became the duration of the call at "00:00".

"..." The hands-free was on, no one was talking, and both sides were very quiet. It was only when the time jumped to ten seconds that Meng Cheng came back to his senses from the stunned pines. Fearing that he would hang up, he hurriedly asked, "Student He?"

There was no immediate response from the other side. After about three or four seconds, he asked, "Is there something wrong?"

The boy's voice sounded through the external receiver in the quiet room, it was exceptionally clear and deep, and it was a little more magnetic than usual.

Meng Cheng was slightly surprised: "Do you know who I am?"

"..." There was a short silence, and then her name was called: "Meng Cheng."

"Huh?" Meng Cheng replied subconsciously, then he was taken aback for a moment, his heartbeat in his chest suddenly accelerated as if out of control, and the pounding sound agitated his eardrums, gradually increasing, which caught her off guard.

The thermostatic air conditioner didn't seem to work, and the temperature of her skin rose sensibly inside and out, especially on both sides of her cheeks.

There was no emotion in his tone when he called her, and he even said that there was only flat indifference.

But she...was teased?
Meng Cheng put her legs up, hugged her knees, curled up her feet slightly, and her rising voice showed her joy: "You...can you hear my voice?"

He ignored the question, and asked again with a cold voice eight degrees lower than Harbin Beer: "What's the matter?"

"...Yes." Meng Cheng bit the bullet.

Isn't it harassment if you make a phone call?
Although she really has nothing serious to do, she still came up with an excuse at her fingertips, and after a second of deliberation, she put on a pitiful tone, with a fragile soft voice: "There is no one in my family, just myself, I am very scared at night Yes, I want to find someone to talk to with me..."

"..."

The boy didn't hang up, but it was so quiet that no one was listening.

It doesn't matter whether he believes it or not, she didn't really want him to chat with her, and she knew that it was impossible, in fact, Meng Cheng himself didn't know the purpose of making this call.

It's just that the moment she heard his voice, she was very happy from the bottom of her heart, and felt that it had meaning.

After an unknown period of time, Meng Cheng smiled silently, not wanting to disturb him anymore, and was about to say good night, when he suddenly heard a slight sound from over there, like a mobile phone being gently placed on a wooden table , A moment later, there was the sound of a page turning.

Meng Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then his brows and eyes brightened, and the corners of his lips raised uncontrollably.

She turned off the light, hugged the mobile phone and huddled under the quilt. In the dark and silent room, there was only the sound of pages being turned evenly at the other end, and the rustling sound of writing across the paper with the tip of the pen from time to time, which fell into her ears inexplicably healing.

After listening for a while, she asked, "What book are you reading?"

"……textbook."

"Oh."

Remembering that he had dropped out of school, it would be difficult to adapt to returning to school after such a long time, and the progress and pressure in learning must be quite high.

Meng Cheng wasn't too sleepy, so he hummed two brisk pop songs and found another topic: "He Liangchi, have you ever been in a relationship?"

"..." There was an imperceptible pause in his breathing, and his voice was accompanied by an inexplicable unsteady breath: "No."

Meng Cheng laughed: "Me neither."

"Do you know why I didn't?"

He didn't answer, and the sound of turning the pages of the book stopped.

The next second, a pleasant chuckle came out following the girl's words, as if to tease him: "I'm waiting for you."

"..."

(End of this chapter)