God Made Incompatibility

Helping Meng Wanji press down the brim of her hat on both sides, Sheng Jinshu and Yi Han, who noticed them, and the head teacher of the first and second classes nodded their heads and said, "I'll go first, everyone had a good time", and they went on gone.

It was as if he had just done something that seemed natural.

The head teacher of Class 1 and 2 is not too familiar with Meng Wanji and Sheng Jinshu. Seeing the intimacy of the two, he sincerely said, "Mr. Meng and Teacher Sheng have a really good relationship."

Previously, I saw that the tempers and personalities of the two were completely different, and I really thought that the two were at odds with each other. Later, at the sports meeting, I saw Sheng Jinshu protecting Meng Wanji like that, and I felt that the relationship between the two should be OK. Looking at it today, it is more than OK.

Yi Han vaguely knew that they had a disagreement some time ago, but now it is rare to reconcile.

Meng Wanji felt even more hot. She was embarrassed to raise her hand to adjust her hat, her face remained motionless, and she replied gracefully, "Maybe it's because I told her on WeChat just now that I didn't wear sunscreen."

In fact, she painted it.

Yi Han and the teachers from Class 1 and 2 believed it to be true, and immediately said enthusiastically: "I have it in my bag, why don't you paint it a little bit."

Meng Wanji couldn't do anything but borrowed their sunscreen and went to the corner of the building not far ahead to "make up for half a minute".

For half a minute, she faced the wall and listened to the throbbing of her heart and the loud horns outside the building that restrained the discipline of the students, and suddenly felt absurd and confusing.

What is she doing.

But when he raised his hand to take off his hat, he felt resistance in his heart.

Wanting to hide it even more strangely, she convinced herself.

Five minutes later, class 1 to 5 arrived, and the tour guide led the teachers and students from the five classes to set off from the front of the dormitory building to the first stop of their research activity - the agricultural exhibition hall of the farm.

For the whole morning after that, Meng Wanji never saw Sheng Jinshu again. Due to the limited capacity of the cafeteria, meals were staggered between units at noon, and Meng Wanji and Sheng Jinshu did not meet.

After returning to the dormitory after the meal, she received a message from Sheng Jinshu, reminding her, "The vinegar fish at noon is so fishy, ​​don't eat it."

Meng Wanji was brushing her teeth, but did not return to her immediately.

She guessed that their class only went to the cafeteria to eat. But she didn't know that classes one to five had already eaten?

The cafeteria was a mess, and when she returned to the dormitory, many students were washing dishes. With Sheng Jinshu's exquisite thought, it is unlikely that she would not ask or know.

Then she sent this message.

So cunning, this woman. Meng Wanji saw through it, but she could not feel any resentment.

She dried her hands and didn't follow her routine: "It's too late."

Sheng Jinshu: "…"

The itineraries of classes 1 to 5 and classes 6 to 10 in the afternoon are still not arranged together, but the time of some activities overlaps. When meeting downstairs in the dormitory, Sheng Jinshu didn't come over to look for her.

Meng Wanji's plan to return the hat to her failed.

At 2:30, she and her students visited the smart greenhouse for vegetables, and Sheng Jinshu sent another message. This time, she posted pictures.

Classes six to ten of them should have gone to the handmade ceramics workshop to practice.

Sheng Jinshu sent out a few cups, saucers, bowls, and bottles that were placed in the workshop and asked her, "Which one do you like?"

Meng Wanji: "?"

Sheng Jinshu said, "I will make one for you."

Meng Wanji thought of the ugly pottery blanks made by the last class of students when they came, and replied, "No."

Sheng Jinshu didn't reply.

Meng Wanji thought that Sheng Jinshu had given up. Unexpectedly, when she was about to leave the greenhouse in half an hour, Sheng Jinshu asked her again: "The teacher here said that it can be painted in three days, and sent in fifteen days. Red , white, blue, pink, yellow, which color do you like?"

Meng Wanji's kindness was difficult to accept, so she chose: "white or blue."

Sheng Jinshu replied with an "OK" gesture.

Meng Wanji was curious and wanted to ask her to see the finished product, rubbed her fingers, and restrained herself.

Without replying to the news, she followed the team and moved to the place for making glutinous rice cakes and grinding soy milk.

At four o'clock, everyone had a piece of glutinous rice cake, and a large group of them came to the orchard of the farm to pick oranges. As soon as she entered the garden, she looked around, and from a distance she saw Sheng Jinshu and the young female head teacher of Class 9 playing under the orange tree.

Surrounded by students happily picking oranges, the head teacher of Class 9 was holding a peeled orange in one hand, while the other hand was slapping Sheng Jinshu's arm in annoyance.

Also a very unhappy look.

Sheng Jinshu had her back to the door, Meng Wanji couldn't see her expression, but she didn't have to guess to know that she must be smiling too.

Yi Han called her: "Mr. Meng? What's wrong? Why don't you leave?"

Meng Wanji came back to her senses and replied lightly, "It's nothing." She staggered her eyes and followed the crowd to the other side of the orchard.

It's not that there is anything, and it's not that Sheng Jinshu has to keep a distance from other female teachers when pursuing her. She is sober. But uncontrollably, her mood was still affected.

She recalled the scene she had met in the bar that night.

If at that time, the relationship between her and Sheng Jinshu was only an unrestricted and unrestricted game of love and affection between adults, then now, when she is clearly pursuing a person, for Sheng Jinshu, does her intention mean single-mindedness? .

She couldn't figure out why.

Sheng Jinshu's voice suddenly appeared: "Mr. Meng."

Meng Wanji's body froze unconsciously. But in a flash, she calmed down, stopped pruning the branches in her hand, and turned to look at her.

Sheng Jinshu was standing on the muddy ground a step behind her.

The sun made a thin layer of sweat on the tip of her nose, but it did not diminish her calm and comfortable attitude. With her long fingers, she handed a peeled orange to Meng Wanji's mouth, coaxing her: "It's very sweet."

Meng Wanji's eyes darkened slightly, and she took it down without expression: "I'll do it myself."

Sheng Jinshu didn't care, he withdrew his hand and wanted to talk. The head teacher of Class 9 chased after him and warned loudly, "Mr. Meng, don't believe her!"

Meng Wanji was about to eat an orange.

The head teacher of Class 9 complained: "You don't know how excessive she is! We were picking oranges over there just now. She said she was thirsty, so I peeled two oranges to taste. I said yes. Ask me 'Is yours sweet?', I said it's a little sour, she said 'My sweet, I'll change it with you, I like to eat something sour', I believed it. You know what? Her orange Super invincible acid, almost didn't make my teeth sour."

Meng Wanji hadn't eaten the oranges yet, and she felt a little sour in her stomach after listening to her excited description.

She looked at Sheng Jinshu suspiciously.

Sheng Jinshu smiled but did not say a word, and only signaled her to eat with his eyes.

Meng Wanji still opened her mouth and put the orange in her mouth. Chew a little, and a burst of sweetness is transmitted from the taste buds to the nerves.

She looked up at Sheng Jinshu.

Sheng Jinshu's smile deepened.

The head teacher of Class 9 had a look of "you should know now" and asked, "Is it particularly sour?"

Sheng Jinshu blinked at Meng Wanji.

Meng Wanji swallowed the orange, hesitated, and responded unnaturally, "Yes... a little."

The head teacher of the ninth class stomped: "I'll tell you. But," she reminded in a small voice, "I don't know if the soil in this farm is not suitable for growing oranges. I ate a few students peeling them, and I didn't taste too sweet. Yes. Teacher Meng, if you are afraid of acid, don't try it."

Sheng Jinshu said sarcastically beside him: "It's just a little sour."

She handed Meng Wanji most of the remaining oranges in her hand, and said seriously, "Mr. Xiao Meng, help me, help me solve this one."

Meng Wanji didn't know whether to be this "accomplice" or not.

She felt that Sheng Jinshu was naive, just an orange. But he seemed more naive, and an orange was bought.

The secret sweetness ferments in the body. She was suddenly reluctant to care about the hundreds of thousands of knots in front of her.

The tour guide was telling Sheng Jinshu and the others to gather for the next event, and Meng Wanji was "forced" to accept the oranges.

Sheng Jinshu left behind the head teacher of the ninth class. Before leaving, she gently warned: "Don't try the others."

"Really sour."

As the night fell, all the teachers and students had dinner, took a break, and then moved to the performance hall to watch the study tour party at 7:15 pm.

Sheng Jinshu went to the bathroom, and when he arrived at the performance hall, it was almost full of people. She greeted the students and walked all the way, and saw Yi Han in the teacher's seat on the right in the front row.

Yi Han greeted her: "Mr. Sheng, here!"

Sheng Jinshu saw that there were two empty seats beside her, and he knew it.

Walking in leisurely, she sat down and asked, "Where's Teacher Meng?"

Yi Han glanced at her in surprise, then smiled and said, "I'll be here in a while."

Sheng Jinshu didn't think much about it. She thought she was called away by the leader because of something.

Unexpectedly, until the lights in the hall dimmed at 7:15 and the party officially started, Meng Wanji still hadn't come back.

The host made the opening remarks on the stage, and Sheng Jinshu lowered his head and sent a text message to Meng Wanji. As soon as she typed her words, she heard the host say: "The teacher representatives, Mr. Meng Wanji, Mr. Gu Bin, and Mr. Chen Xian will bring us tonight's opening show - piano, violin, and cello trio "Thera". "

The finger that was about to click to send paused, Sheng Jinshu looked up in astonishment, and saw that under the spotlight, Meng Wanji had her hair twisted up and dressed in an elegant white lace cheongsam. Offstage on stage.

Like from her hallucinations, step by step to her real heartbeat.

The audience was full of amazed voices of students whispering to each other.

Meng Wanji faced the audience and sat in front of the black piano.

She is tall and demure, and the well-cut cheongsam complements her slim waist, long legs, graceful figure and elegant charm.

Sheng Jinshu's eyes were glued to her and could not be moved.

This was the first time she had seen Meng Wanji wear something other than trousers.

Yi Han approached and sighed with her: "Mr. Meng's temperament is really good. It's a pity, I can only see her dressed like this once or twice a year."

Sheng Jinshu smiled with approval.

The first time she saw Meng Wanji outside the dormitory door, she was amazed at this woman's refined temperament, like a bamboo like a cypress. Tonight, she looked at Meng Wanji, and even more determined what it meant by "looking forward to the brilliance and screaming qi Ruolan".

Without a trace of distraction, she stared at every rise and fall of Meng Wanji's long fingers, enjoying every beating of her notes.

There was obviously a concert of cello and violin, but in her ears, only the melodious sound of the keys of the piano was exceptionally clear.

Meng Wanji sat on the stage with only the piano left in her eyes and ears.

It was not until Zuo Quanqu stood up for the curtain call that she heard her heartbeat again and had the opportunity to take a look at the audience.

In the crowded crowd, she found those sultry eyes at a glance.

She is applauding her.

Meng Wanji's heart throbbed slightly.

She thought that Sheng Jinshu would probably never know that she also played a song for her at the graduation party that year to send off the senior three students.

But she didn't come that day.

She stepped off the stage, went to the backstage, put on a trench coat, changed out the borrowed high-heeled shoes, accepted a few compliments from the backstage teachers and students, and went out with a normal expression.

In the auditorium, Sheng Jinshu's eyes had been on her almost since she walked out.

Meng Wanji's heart was slightly hot, she pretended not to care, and took a seat in the vacant seat beside her.

The compliments from the teachers in the next seat and the back seat have already been expressed, and the next show on the stage has already started. Sheng Jinshu still just leaned on the back of the chair without saying a word, staring at her lazily and smilingly.

Meng Wanji endured and endured, still frowning: "Do I have flowers on my face?"

She seemed impatient.

Sheng Jinshu laughed softly: "No."

Meng Wanji didn't say a word, and said with her eyes: Then you keep watching?

Sheng Jinshu understood and said, "I just think..."

Under the dim and ambiguous light, Sheng Jinshu got closer, Meng Wanji could see clearly, the water in her eyes was rippling, her red lips slowly opened and closed, and she said word by word:

"I like you so much."