God Made Incompatibility

Meng Chuyang looked at Meng Wanji's expression, and slowly noticed a sense of loss that her sister was no longer her own. But Meng Wanji didn't want to say more, so she didn't ask more sensible, but hesitated: "Then...then how is he treating you?"

Meng Wanji was stunned, then she bent her lips and smiled lightly.

Meng Chuyang understood her silent answer.

She slowly let go of Meng Wanji's wrist, calmed down, and said, "As long as you are happy, sister, I will support you." She believed in Meng Wanji's vision and her rationality.

Meng Wanji's heart is warm. It seems that I don't know when, this little devil has grown up quietly, and since he was a child, he has become another existence in this family that can make her feel at ease.

She reached out and touched Meng Chuyang's head. Meng Chuyang, like a pet that was comforted by the tugging, took the initiative to rub against Meng Wanji's palm, then took Meng Wanji's arm, turned the subject nonchalantly, and took her with her. Let's go to the Meng family's main house together.

"Is Sister Sheng coming home?" Meng Chuyang cares casually.

Meng Wanji responded, "Go home."

When asked this way, she remembered that when she got off the bus, she seemed to have forgotten to remind Sheng Jinshu that she was home and tell her.

She stepped into the door of the main house, greeted Li Yuanshu in the living room, and went upstairs with Meng Chuyang to her room to see her newly bought blind box.

Unpacking the box absently, she thought for a while whether she should send a text message to confirm with Sheng Jinshu. Unexpectedly, before she sent the text message, Sheng Jinshu took the initiative to report that she was safe.

"I'm here." She smiled.

Meng Wanji stared at the screen, her eyes twitching slightly.

"Yeah." She replied briefly.

Sheng Jinshu didn't send any more news, Meng Wanji felt relieved and came to accompany Meng Chuyang.

It was the first time that they had been separated for so long after they were officially in love. Meng Wanji was not a clingy personality, nor did she like Cha Gang, so she seldom sent messages to Sheng Jinshu.

Sheng Jinshu didn't give her this chance either.

Sheng Jinshu is actually much more reliable than his outwardly rambunctious temperament. From the first day, she sent at least a few WeChat messages during the day and at least one voice call to Meng Wanji at night.

In fact, it doesn't really matter, sometimes it's just a photo, sharing the cats and dogs of relatives, sometimes it's a retweet, sharing the quality movie reviews she sees, and sometimes it's a screenshot of the transfer , She said that she and her grandmother and aunt had won the mahjong game, and the projector screen was now available.

Meng Wanji is funny, she is so at ease with the money she cheated on the old man.

But jokes aside, she looked at the word "projector", but her heartstrings seemed to be gently and continuously tickled by something.

It's hard not to care.

After being together, they still slept in separate rooms. Meng Wanji would not stay overnight in Sheng Jin's study unless the gun went off the rails, and Sheng Jinshu did not mention moving into Meng Wanji's room.

It's just that Sheng Jinshu disliked it when he was watching a movie together in the living room before the holiday: "I just found out that this sofa is so uncomfortable after sitting for a long time."

Both of them had long hands and feet, and it was really uncomfortable to curl up on the sofa.

Meng Wanji suggested: "Next time I'll watch it on the computer in bed?" This way, the hands and feet can be stretched out.

Sheng Jinshu was dissatisfied: "The screen is too small."

Meng Wanji thought: "Buy a projector?"

Sheng Jinshu readily agreed: "Okay."

But where to put it?

The layout of Sheng Jinshu's bedroom was not suitable. The most suitable place was Meng Wanji's bedroom, where the wall facing the bed was just empty.

But they all knew what it meant to put such commonly used equipment in Meng Wanji's bedroom.

Meng Wanji did not go further, nor did Sheng Jinshu. Meng Wanji thought she didn't want to.

Unexpectedly, did she actually put it in her heart?

Meng Wanji was moved. After two days of hesitation, she decided to give Sheng Jinshu a surprise. After placing an order and buying a projector and a screen, she contacted the installer, electrician and carpenter. She picked a time to go back to the dormitory and installed the projector silently.

When it was finished, the twilight was already deep. Meng Wanji took Meng Chuyang's car home and didn't want to tell Sheng Jinshu the news immediately, but unconsciously opened the interface to chat with Sheng Jinshu.

With hindsight, she realized that Sheng Jinshu had not sent her a message during the day today, and the dialog was still on the voice call last night.

She frowned, she pointed her fingertips on the input box, the cursor came out, she backed out hesitantly, and clicked on the circle of friends.

Among mutual friends, Chai Meng posted a selfie 30 minutes ago, and Sheng Jinshu liked it.

Meng Wanji: "..."

Is there nothing to say? Or has the enthusiasm faded? Or...she did it on purpose?

Meng Wanji thought of Sheng Jinshu's cunning and felt that it was not impossible.

She suppressed her active desire and patiently waited for the night to come.

Sure enough, after ten o'clock, Sheng Jinshu couldn't hold back.

"I won't send you a message, and you won't send me a message either." As soon as she answered the phone, she heard a joking voice with a smile on her face.

Meng Wanji was using the computer to browse her super words, and the corners of her lips were brought out of an unknowing arc.

"So are you waiting?" she asked calmly.

Sheng Jinshu smiled: "So you know?"

"So you did it on purpose?"

"So you did it on purpose, did you actually think about me during the day?"

Meng Wanji smiled lightly.

Sheng Jinshu understood. She could hear Meng Wanji's faint laughter on the loudspeaker, and she could imagine how attractive she should be at the moment, convinced by her intelligence, but also helpless with her restraint and stubbornness.

"It's so hard to miss you from your mouth." She was half emotional and half coquettish.

Meng Wanji's heart softened suddenly, she opened her mouth to satisfy her, moved her lips, but couldn't say anything.

Sheng Jinshu didn't care, she just wanted to tease Meng Wanji, knowing that she missed each other as much as she did.

She changed the subject and chatted with Meng Wanji about other things, and Meng Wanji still lingered on her coquettish sentence.

However, until she finally said good night and hung up the phone, she didn't find a more suitable time to say it.

She's just too bad at expressing these emotions.

After making up a radio drama with Sheng Jinshu, she fell asleep to the sound of the ed loop sung by Sheng Jinshu.

In a daze, the rain was dripping, and I didn't know if it was the background sound in the ed or the ambient sound outside the window.

Meng Wanji fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was six o'clock the next morning.

Open the curtains, the sky outside the window is gray, and the window glass is full of water mist generated by the cold.

It seemed like it really rained last night.

It didn't stop at the moment.

On the road in the distance, a puppy wearing a yellow raincoat pulled its owner to have fun on the wet road.

Meng Wanji remembered the cats and dogs that Sheng Jinshu sent her.

She raised her finger and wrote "iss" on the window glass, bowed her head and smiled and sent a message to Sheng Jinshu:

"It's raining in Ningcheng today."

*

New Year's Eve was the first real reunion year for the Meng family after Chi Ye returned. Meng Chuyang recently signed up for a cooking class to learn a few specialty dishes, and made up his mind to make Meng Shipei happy, saying that he would show some hands at the New Year's Eve dinner. Not to be outdone, Chi Ye said that she would also let her father taste her craft. Meng Wanji had no intention of participating, but was named by Meng Shipei and said that she wanted to eat the stewed prawns she made, so she had to follow suit.

The three of them prepared half of the New Year's Eve dinner in the two kitchens. They were busy until it was dark, and together with the other half of the dishes prepared by their aunt, they presented it to the Meng family's table.

All the dishes were mixed together, and Meng Shipei didn't know who made each dish.

Li Yuanshu wanted to help Chi Ye and Meng Chuyang order the dishes, but Meng Chuyang said strangely: "Mom, don't tell me, Dad, guess. If you can guess half of the time, I will charge you half of the New Year's money this year. If you guess No, our New Year's money will be doubled this year, okay?"

The eldest daughter is sensible, the second daughter is lost and found, the third daughter is smart, his wife is healthy, and the family is happy.

It's just that his sense of taste is really not sensitive enough.

For two consecutive Chiye dishes, he guessed that Meng Wanji cooked them. How good he praised him when he tasted it before, and how stiff Chi Ye's face was when he heard the word "Xiao Ji".

Meng Wanji was afraid of Chi Ye's embarrassment, so she took the initiative to order all three dishes except the prawns in tea, and Meng Shipei also took advantage of the situation to go down the stairs.

Meng Chuyang was still making trouble, and Meng Wanji winked at her.

Meng Chuyang was at peace, and the whole family used chopsticks to eat.

After all, Meng Wanji knew more about the tastes of Meng Shipei, Meng Chuyang and even Li Yuanshu after they had been together for so many years, so the frequency of cooking is naturally higher.

Meng Chuyang also praised from time to time: "Sister, your cooking skills are really getting better and better, I feel like I can eat an extra bowl of rice."

Chi Ye bit the vegetables like he was chewing wax, looking at the neglected dishes he made, as if he saw himself. Her mood had dropped to the bottom, and the resentment she had accumulated over the past few months had reached a critical point. She suddenly felt discouraged and disgusted, as if no matter how hard she tried, Meng Wanji couldn't replace Meng Wanji's position in the hearts of Meng Shipei and Meng Chuyang.

It was obvious that she was their blood relatives, and she was the one who had been wronged outside and finally came back.

Why can't they give her a little more preference, why do they have to make her feel out of place in this family, an unwelcome intruder.

She couldn't eat anymore, so she stopped her chopsticks and said, "I'm full, I won't eat anymore, I'll go upstairs first."

The atmosphere at the table suddenly froze.

Li Yuanshu was nervous: "Ah, Ye Ye, how much have you eaten? What's the matter, where are you uncomfortable?"

Chi Ye was angry, and for the first time tore her face and said plainly, "In my heart." After speaking, she turned around and left.

Meng Shipei's face was sullen for no reason, and his face sank in displeasure: "Why are you so temperamental?"

Chi Ye's footsteps paused, tears could not help falling, and he ran upstairs.

Li Yuanshu couldn't stop her, and her heart was broken when she saw her crying, and she scolded Meng Shipei: "Why are you so loud? You have the nerve to ask her, look at what you said just now?!"

"What?" Meng Chuyang was puzzled.

It's good that she didn't make a sound. Li Yuanshu's anger burned directly on her when she said it: "Can you talk less when you open your mouth? Did I teach you not to talk when you were eating?"

When Meng Chuyang had been scolded so severely, he suddenly became confused: "Mom, you are unreasonable, what does it have to do with me?! Oh, if she is in a bad mood, you also rely on me, it's all my fault for co-authoring everything. Now. Is it because you have a daughter after she comes back, and I can't get into your eyes any more?"

Li Yuanshu was pressed to her heart, Meng Shipei hurried to help her, and growled, "Tell me a little less."

Meng Wanji sat stiffly in her seat, wishing she could disappear into this time and space.

But Li Yuanshu still noticed her and gave her a resentful look across the long table.

Like a sharp knife straight to the bottom of my heart.

Meng Wanji lowered her head and curled her fingertips.

A New Year's Eve dinner broke up unhappily.

The gun battle sounded at twelve o'clock, and Sheng Jinshu called her.

Meng Wanji sat blankly in front of the dark bay window blowing the cold wind, listening to her smiling and asking "New Year's Day, Xiaoji, am I the first?", she wanted to return with a smile, but her throat was still Suddenly very astringent.

"Well, good luck for the New Year." She responded as naturally as possible.

Sheng Jinshu was quiet for two seconds, and asked keenly, "What's wrong? You don't seem to be very happy?"

Meng Wanji covered up: "No."

Sheng Jinshu didn't believe it: "Your voice doesn't sound like this."

Meng Wanji was unavoidable and didn't want to lie to her: "Something unhappy happened during dinner at home, but I don't want to say it."

Sheng Jinshu was silent, and Meng Wanji heard her sigh, but she didn't seem to be there. Before she could tell the difference, she heard her say: "I accidentally clicked on a playlist today, there are six songs in it, the creator of the playlist Said, you can listen to it with the person you like, and you will be pleasantly surprised after listening. I am curious now, would you like to use the 'listen together' function to listen to it with me?"

Meng Wanji didn't believe it at all. But she could feel Sheng Jinshu's desire to coax her.

She was reluctant to say spoilers, opened the app and agreed to Sheng Jinshu's application.

Within a few seconds of each song switching, the speaker was released, and Sheng Jinshu's voice inquiring sounded just in time, bringing Meng Wanji an unparalleled peace of mind.

There seems to be a parallel space where they are shoulder to shoulder, head to head, listening to the same song, snuggling with each other.

The six songs are all light music, ranging from sadness to soothing, which perfectly fits the transition of Meng Wanji's mood.

After the last song was played, Meng Wanji felt embarrassed by Sheng Jinshu: "So, did you hear the surprise?"

Sheng Jinshu laughed softly, and his voice had a very empty taste: "It depends on your reaction."

She said, "You come out, I'm at your door."