06

Finally waiting for the meal to be finished, Zhong Shushi ripped off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, and went upstairs to the bedroom.

His father, Zhong Zhimin, let go of his foreign post and couldn't come back for three or five years, so before leaving, he specially told him that since you are in Beijing, you must fulfill your obligation to take care of your grandfather for your parents. This is what the well-trained/trained son-in-law does.

Therefore, Zhong Shushi always lives here for two or three days during the week.

Zhong Ling followed him upstairs, knocked twice, and knocked on the door in a formality manner, "Second brother, can I come in?" ”

"I can't."

There was a cold, merciless rejection from inside the door.

Zhong Ling has always been afraid of him, so she really didn't dare to move forward, but today is different, she has a death-free gold medal in her hand.

She cleared her throat, "Then I'll stand at the door and say, what does that Meng Jia have to do with you?" ”

Zhong Shushi didn't fool her, "It's okay, you can leave now." ”

Spirits Zhong sighed, "It's okay, right?" Then I'm going to help you get the suit and put it at the girl's place? It's not good. ”

As she spoke, she stepped on the floor twice in a row, and she made a loud noise, looking like she was about to leave.

"Come back!"

Zhong Ling smiled triumphantly and stood at the door, "Can you enter now?" ”

Seeing Zhong Shushi sitting on the sofa and nodding, she walked over slowly, cautiously and happily, and sat down opposite her second brother.

Zhong Shushi leaned back, sat casually, and gave her a look.

Needless to say, Zhong Ling took the initiative to confess, "I didn't mess around, I sent Liu Xiaolin to school, and I accidentally saw that Meng Jia actually lived next door to her." ”

"Just that careless?"

His tail tone only rose slightly, but in and out of his words, there was a strong force that couldn't help but say, and it sounded like a forced question.

Zhong Ling surrendered, "Okay, I followed her in, because I was too curious, and looked through her cabinet." ”

Zhong Shushi picked up the cup in one hand and took a sip of tea idly, "You are really getting more and more stylish." ”

“......”

Zhong Ling said in his heart, Lin Xiao, you can scold people now....... No, it's her second brother.

"So who the hell is she?" Zhong Ling threw all the questions out in a hurry, and spoke quickly, "Why are your clothes there for her, and how can she live in a bedroom by herself?" ”

Please, tell her quickly, I really want to know.

Zhong Shushi said profoundly, "She's just herself." ”

After getting such an unpredictable answer, Zhong Ling was unwilling, and asked again, "Second brother, you will ...... with me"

"Alright. This is the end of Meng Jia's matter, don't mention it when you go out of this door. ”

Zhong Shushi still didn't answer, only sent her away with such a warning sentence and asked her out.

Zhong Ling pursed his lips, "Then I keep my mouth shut, is there any benefit?" ”

Zhong Shushi raised the cigarette in his hand and lit it in front of her forehead, "Yes, grandma is going to Guangji Temple tomorrow......"

"Goodbye, second brother. Tonight as if I hadn't been here! ”

Before he could even finish speaking, Zhong Ling got up and ran away as soon as he heard it.

Anything else is good to say, in her life, she is most afraid of accompanying Tan Xinlan to eat fast, and staying in the temple with complicated rules for a whole day is simply torture.

Zhong Shushi lightly dialed the lighter, and the red flames jumped, reflecting half of his bleak face, and the fatigue on his face became more and more obvious. He tilted his head and lit it, and the white smoke filled the room, faintly scented.

The phone on the coffee table shook.

He tapped the cigarette ash, picked it up and saw that it was a text message from Meng Jia: [Secretary Zheng, I'm sorry to disturb you at night. Mr. Zhong's suit is here with me, it is convenient to see when it is, I will send it over and return it to you in person. 】

She thought it was Zheng Ting's number?

Probably not, when he handed it to her that day, Zhong Shushi remembered that he said it very clearly, this was his own phone number.

It must have been angry last night when Zheng Ting told her to go out at nine o'clock.

I can't see that she is still very good at these words, fighting for every inch of land.

Zhong Shushi opened his brows, put a cigarette between his fingers, and replied to her by tapping on the screen: [Say it again. 】

The hands are raw. Because of his work, he is no longer used to sending messages, and no matter how brief things are, he will go directly to the phone.

Meng Jia stared at these two words for a long time.

I'm sure he sent it in Chinese, but she can't read it, and she needs to think about sending a piece of clothing?

Or did Secretary Zheng provoke him with three words? He asked the secretary to come to everything, what's wrong with calling him that?

She was still in a daze, and a number that was displayed as Beijing came in.

Meng Jia thought it was a matter of school, so she picked it up and said hello.

"Jiajia, I'm Dad."

Hear this old and unfamiliar nickname.

Meng Jia held the phone, her porcelain white slender fingertips trembled slightly, her heartbeat suddenly increased, her throat was dry and astringent, she hesitated for a long time, but still shouted, "Dean Meng." ”

I can't say a word to my father.

"Save your father's number, call me if you have something."

Meng Weijun is old and sophisticated, so he naturally heard his daughter's resentment and anger, and he didn't think there was anything wrong, this was the sin he had done.

"Probably not."

Meng Jia's fingers curled up on the silk cotton sheets, and there were reed flowers embroidered by her grandmother on the corners of the quilt.

As soon as she thought of her grandmother, her attitude became a little tougher, "I'm here to study a major, and there can't be anything else, so I won't trouble Dean Meng." ”

On the other end of the phone, Meng Weijun chuckled, "It's best if you don't have it, Dad also wants you to be smooth, is the living expenses enough?" ”

Meng Weijun couldn't help but wonder, everyone said that he had seven tricks in his heart, how could he give birth to a daughter who was so naïve?

As soon as she came, she provoked Zhong Shushi, and the news that Zheng Ting personally enrolled her in school came to him through Dean Zhang's mouth.

Not to mention anything else, just because he, a proud protégé, was able to condescend to his dignity and personally bring Meng Jia to Beijing, which was enough for him to ponder for a while.

Not to mention that Meng Weijun didn't know that she had privately applied for a university in Beijing, even if she knew, she didn't dare to ask Zhong Shushi to do this for him with a thick face. I just asked him to visit, but it was just a matter of footsteps.

These old-fashioned people get together, and they love to talk to the juniors when they have nothing to do.

Once drinking tea, I don't know who brought it up, saying that Zhong Shushi's business jet was as difficult as his bed.

Although he entered the Tan family and was fortunate to preach for Zhong Shushi, Meng Weijun knew what he was.

"Enough, grandma gave me a lot," Meng Jia didn't want to talk to him more, "You don't have anything else, I'll hang up." ”

"Take care of yourself."

Meng Jia threw her phone on the table.

She remembered her mother's colleague, and in a box sent to her home, there was a yellowed copy of "Dream of Red Mansions" and a criticism of Fat Yan Zhai, which was densely packed with annotations, and there was an old photo of Meng Weijun in it, still in black and white.

A twenty-five-year-old young man who had just studied for a Ph.D., wore a Hong Kong star-style partial hair, wore a flight suit that was difficult to buy at that time, stepped on high-top leather shoes, and the sunlight on the top of the tree was sparse and fell on his shoulders, and his shadow was biased towards the east floor tiles, which looked like a jade tree facing the wind.

The sweltering summer breeze blew through the glass windows, and the air in the north was rough and dry, making the pile of translated materials rattle.

Meng Jia was stunned for a while, turned his head, and unintentionally bumped into himself in the mirror.

It turned out that when she thought of Meng Weijun, there seemed to be sporadic softness on her face.

Such a ridiculous admiration made her look down on herself, and Zhang's mother's sentence sounded in her ears again, "He is your father after all." ”

She shook her head, not wanting to think about anything else, and continued to concentrate on reading.

Meng Jia didn't expect that because of Zhong Shushi's words, this hot suit would really be returned to him a month later.

At that time, the military training had just ended, and in the afternoon of the same day, their class held its first class meeting.

Meng Jia was not ostentatious, with a white T and a denim skirt, long hair coming down, and a plain white little face that was generous and open, clean and clean.

When she introduced herself, she only said that she was from Guangzhou and welcomed everyone to come to Guangzhou to play.

But there are many unstoppable discussions below, chattering for a long time, and there are nothing more than two points, one is her outstanding appearance with curved eyebrows and plump cheeks, and the lead Huafu dye is also moving, and the other is that she does not live in the same building with the class, which is mysterious and secretive.

The counselor was advised by Dean Zhang, and couldn't help but look at Meng Jia a few more times, and secretly praised her, this child is very well-behaved, and her eyes are gentle when she looks at people, which is very different from the eldest ladies she has seen.

At the end of the class meeting, coming out of the lecture hall, Meng Jia and her classmates were not on the same path, she ate in the cafeteria and walked slowly with her hands in her hands.

There are too many people in the cafeteria, and she is used to being quiet at home, and she is not used to such a noisy dining environment.

During the military training, there was no way to be short of time, but now that she is free, she basically takes it back to the dormitory to eat.

When Meng Jia passed by the playground, while flipping through the messages on her mobile phone, she saw the chat box with "Secretary Zheng", and it was still those two words - let's talk about it.

After that, because she was busy, she didn't ask. There was no news there, as if there was no such thing.

With a "snap", the accident came unexpectedly, and a black shadow passed in front of him, and the lunch box in Meng Jia's hand was buckled to the ground by the basketball.

The soup was sprinkled all over the plastic floor.

In the dreary heat of the afternoon, Huo Ran asked, "Are you okay?" ”

Meng Jia lifted her eyelids and faced a boy with a straight head and neck, wearing a white jersey, single eyelids, and a flat head. It was originally a very regular hairstyle, but with his sharp jawline, it looked like a foolish man, and it looked even more improper.

She blew on the back of her hand and said it didn't matter, just apply some medicine.

He passed the basketball to his companion, grabbed her hand and said, "It's okay if it's all red like this?" ”

Meng Jia quickly pulled back, a little unhappy, the person in front of him was too frivolous.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the infirmary."

"I said no."

Meng Jia bent down to pick up the lunch box, put it in his hand and walked away quickly, thinking that he was unlucky.

The hot wind of bitter summer swept away, blowing the black hair on her shoulders, and she trotted up like a rushing stream.

His gaze fell on Meng Jia's exposed calves, which were so white that they were clear, like the heavy snow that kept blowing in the Seven Uniques of the Early Tang Dynasty.

The boy shouted at her back, "Classmate, I'll buy you a new meal, right?" ”

A black Audi with white license plates stopped in front of the playground.

Liu Xiaolin poked out from inside, "Tan Yu, who are you going to buy food for?" ”

Tan Yu pointed at Meng Jia, "Just her, she dislikes me like that." ”

They had just driven from that direction, and Zhong Ling, who was in the back seat, had already recognized that it was Meng Jia.

During military training, Meng Jia became popular with a photo of fanning the wind with a hat, she stood under the shade of flowers, just wiped her sweat, revealing a smooth and full forehead, and her snowy skin and face.

Zhong Ling's teachers next to him heard that the freshmen in the entire Haidian District couldn't find a second one with such a good temperament.

She teased, "You don't look like a good person, like a prisoner in labor reform, and Meng Jia is too lazy to take care of you." ”

Tan Yu sat in the passenger seat and pulled out wet wipes to wipe his hands, "What did you just say her name was?" ”

"Meng Jia. Zi Dish Meng, the Jia of Pu Jia. ”

Tan Yu sighed, "Cheng, I remember her." ”

Liu Xiaolin glared at Zhong Ling first, and then patted Tan Yu, "What are you doing?" You're going to chase her. ”

"I just burned someone's house, and she didn't want me to take her to see it."

Zhong Ling announced his idea Xiao Jiujiu, "Master Tan, I think your heart is burning, right?" ”

Several of them grew up together, Zhong Ling knew very well what kind of virtue Tan Yu had, and when he saw a beautiful woman, he would succeed, and he would be left behind in two days if he was serious.

She smiled and turned her head, seeing Liu Xiaolin's ruthless look of wanting to strangle her, "I won't talk about him, okay?" ”

Liu Xiaolin pointed at Tan Yu, and Zhong Ling immediately cooperated with her and began to speak the lines, "Xiaolin, how are you and the handsome guy in your class?" ”

"Chase me pretty closely."

Liu Xiaolin deliberately said it very loudly, all to Tan Yu.

Tan Yu actually laughed, "Who is in your class?" He doesn't have eyes, he! Is there an aesthetic? ”

“......”

Zhong Ling spread her hands, she had already done her duty.

Liu Xiaolin was so angry that she snatched the pillow, rolled her eyes, lay down behind and pretended to be dead, and didn't want to say anything more.

They had dinner in the restaurant, Liu Xiaolin was called back by the family, Tan Yu saw that the time was still early, and ordered the driver to drive to the vicinity of Ju'er Hutong.

Zhong Ling walked with him to the door of the green tile brick, knocked twice, and the vermilion lacquered wooden door was quickly opened.

The doorman saw that it was a familiar face, and bowed and welcomed them in.

This courtyard is located in the northern section of the whole alley, there is nothing special, but the wall is higher than the neighbor's, and the wall is padded with damping and soundproof cotton, which is noisy, and there is no movement outside. The secret glaze on the eaves tiles has begun to fade, and it looks old, but it is the place where the children of Beijing come most often.

As soon as Zhong Ling stepped in, she saw her second brother holding his legs, his back straight and relaxed, sitting in the middle, one hand lying on his overlapping knees, and a circle of people serving cigarettes and tea beside him.

She secretly regretted that Zhong Shushi had always refused her to mix here, saying that the cheesy taste was heavy, and it was difficult to protect her heart if she was dyed with it.

Even Zhong Shushi himself has very few times, but occasionally he is not affectionate, so he comes to respond.

Zhong Ling folded her hands and bowed to him, stretched out another finger, and said to her second brother with her lips, "Just once." ”

Seeing that her second brother nodded at her when he was listening to someone's words, Zhong Ling breathed a sigh of relief, threw away his bag and sat down.

Tan Yu drank a glass of wine, took out a tube of white paste from his pocket, and looked at it horizontally.

attracted a sneer beside him, "Yo, Tan Gongzi, who are you going to put ointment on, it's just dark, you kid has played wild enough!" ”

Tan Yu waved his hand impatiently, "Get out." ”

Zhong Ling looked at him, "What is this?" ”

"Scald cream, I'll send it to her in a while, and give people bright red on the back of their hands, it's no wonder that they can't bear it."

Tan Yu said, remembering that Meng Jia was annoyed with him and quickly withdrew his hand, so he laughed.

Zhong Lingho snorted and said a good guy, "When did you buy it?" ”

"Just while you're eating! I'm going to find Meng Jia now. ”

Tan Yu slapped the chair and stood up, and when he went out in a hurry, he bumped into the shoulder of the waiter serving the wine, and the wine glass fell to the ground.

There was a brief pause in the hustle and bustle of the living room.

Zhong Ling was in this silence when he heard someone gossiping, "Tan Yu can't sit still!" Who did he just say he was going to? ”

Wu Jun beside Zhong Shushi didn't hear clearly. He had a cigarette in his mouth, "What kind of home does it look like?" I'm going home. ”

Zhong Ling smiled, "What's Brother Wu Jun, he's going to find Meng Jia." ”

Wu Jun took off the cigarette and asked, gaging, "The Bangladesh in the Bay of Bengal?" Go so far. ”

It made a room full of people laugh. Except for Zhong Shushi.

He pursed his lips, not knowing what he was thinking, and the mist in his eyes fell into the deep valley, as silent as the wilderness.

In an instant, Zhong Shushi's hand holding the cigarette was raised, and someone had a very fast look in his eyes, and he lit it properly.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the inexplicable boredom, turned his head, and on the oily black cypress trees in the courtyard, the cicadas chirped loudly, ringing like bells.

The quarrel made his heart even more chaotic, and after a long time, he asked casually, but it was: "The boy of the Tan family, how old is he?" ”

Wu Jun couldn't remember clearly, and thought for a while, "It should be a senior and graduate this year." ”

Zhong Ling leaned over, "He's in our school, and the work has been arranged." ”

Wu Jun snorted, "He's a!" Waste taxpayers' money. ”

Zhong Ling seconded, "The two of you are almost the same, in short, you are the ancestors in a different place, who dares to really call for it." ”

"It's hard to say that, your brother and I are still a little prestigious."

"Pull it down."

Zhong Shushi didn't listen to the two of them raise the bar, held his mobile phone, and flipped to the column in the text message, it was still the same, Meng Jia asked him when he was free.

The white mist was so scorching that Zhong Shushi narrowed his eyes with smoke, and knocked word by word - "Tomorrow." ”

Wu Jun leaned towards him, "Old Zhong, I'll tell you something serious." ”

He never had any serious business.

Zhong Shushi said, "If you don't listen, go." ”

An indisputable command.

"Okay, you're busy."

Before Wu Jun left, he peeked at his phone screen, and when he stepped back, he caught a glimpse that the text message had not been sent.