Bizarre Love

Chapter 63 Night (2)

Because it was night, she was afraid that others would hear her, so she lowered her voice very softly. Like a weightless feather, yet softly scratching at people's hearts.

He suddenly got a little irritable and grabbed her wrist.

The umbrella in Meng Ting's hand fell to the ground.

Looking at each other in the dark, he suddenly smiled: Hey, are you too heartless? I have come to your school to look for you five times, and you ignored me. Talk to your classmates and laugh.

Meng Ting was a little embarrassed, she said softly, I have something to do.

What about now, it's okay now, you talk to me. Under the boundless silence, his emotions were also suppressed, but with a smile, I really miss you.

Meng Ting bit her lip, her ears were a little red: I'm going to bed now. In order to increase her credibility, she rubbed her eyes and pretended to be sleepy.

He lifted her chin, with a smile in his eyes: Meng Ting, why are you so cute?

Meng Ting was a bit ashamed, she lowered her voice, and couldn't help scolding him: Everyone is sleeping in the middle of the night, that's why idiots run around.

Jiang Ren couldn't hold it back, his chest trembled with laughter: Well, idiots are running around.

Meng Ting really didn't wake up, his face turned red when he realized it.

Little fool, you should be my girlfriend. His eyes were full of smiles, I must be very good to you, okay?

Jiang Ren said: I don't smoke, drink, or fight. You can smell it. I don't smell like smoke. He smiled a bit badly, Only masculine, try?

Who wants to smell this!

Meng Ting's ears were red: You are not clear now, I don't want to talk to you, I'm going to sleep.

Seeing her speaking seriously, he was about to die of her cuteness.

He wiped the rainwater off his face, and said with a smile in his tone, I'm not sober, I've been sober since I met you. How the hell do you care about her so much.

No matter how you say it's wrong, she still can't speak against him! She was about to cry.

Meng Ting pursed her lips, she picked up the umbrella and planned to go back.

Don't go, I won't tell you, okay? He gently held her wrist, and finally smiled, I just wanted to say happy birthday to you after midnight.

Meng Ting raised his eyes, his eyelashes were stained with raindrops, he wanted to wipe them off for her, but he didn't dare to move in the end.

Jiang Ren's eyes were gentle: Go back to sleep, I'll bring you a gift tomorrow.

He went out on impulse, thinking that he would not see her today.

Tomorrow at seven o'clock in the evening, can I wait for you outside the community?

Meng Ting was startled, and finally shook her head: No, thank you. Jiang Ren, go home. At seven o'clock tomorrow night, she is participating in the piano competition.

She put the umbrella away and told him solemnly: I won't be your girlfriend. She held the handle of the umbrella tightly, I don't like you either, you'll trouble me like this.

The air is silent.

She dared not look him in the eye.

This time she wanted to leave, but Jiang Ren didn't stop her.

After a while, he clenched his fist in vain, holding the air in his hand.

Jiang Ren stared at her walking away with black eyes, and smiled for a long time, it's okay. She doesn't like him, but he likes her a little bit more. A little more, and he will become considerate and gentle, a good student, and the way she likes him.

On the morning of Christmas Eve, Shu Zhitong said that he would take Meng Ting out to play.

Meng Ting shook his head, and finally said: Let's go see Mom.

Shu Zhitong was stunned for a moment, then said cautiously: Listen, you can go another day. Do you want to go to the playground for your birthday?

When Meng Ting's mother had an accident, it was Meng Ting who was the most saddened and the most affected. Shu Zhitong was always afraid that mentioning his mother, Meng Ting, would make him sad. He always treats her like a child.

Meng Ting glanced at the rain outside, Shu's father said awkwardly: This weather is really not suitable for going to the playground.

He saw that Meng Ting's eyes were indeed more relieved, so he took her to the cemetery to worship.

The cemetery was cold, Meng Ting bought a bouquet of small white daisies and placed it in front of his mother's grave.

She touched the tombstone with her fingertips, and silently told her mother many things in her heart. If mother is alive, her biggest wish is that Meng Ting can live happily.

If she knew that Meng Ting didn't want to play the piano and dance anymore because of that incident, most likely her mother would knock her on the head: You stubborn, it's a waste of your mother's cultivation.

Meng Ting laughed as he thought about it.

Your cultivation will not be in vain.

She wants to make the kind-hearted Shu Zhitong live better.

Seeing that Meng Ting walked out of the cemetery in good spirits, Shu Zhitong breathed a sigh of relief. After so many years, he finally let go of the stone that was weighing on his heart.

Meng Ting told him not to buy cakes. It was enough for the whole family to have a meal, but after the meal, Meng Ting went out with his bag on his back.

She explained: I'm going out to participate in the piano competition, and I'll be back later. Teacher Song upstairs is in charge of signing up. Father Shu, don't worry.

Shu Zhitong was very happy, and his eyes turned red: Come on! Dad will pick you up later.

Meng Ting said with a shallow nasal voice, En.

Shu Yang raised his eyes, and there were waves in his pupils.

Shu Lan looked at Meng Ting in disbelief, didn't she...had a psychological shadow? The last time I played the piano for her was all hard work, why would I go to the competition again.

When Meng Ting went out, he saw Xu Jia.

The boy was dressed neatly and simply, and he didn't say much: Let's go.

Are you going too?

Xu Jia's tone was calm: Well, my mother asked me to accompany you.

Meng Ting quickly said no.

Xu Jia smiled in his eyes: I can't help it. My mother won't let me in if you didn't come back safely. I haven't seen the world, so I want to see it. Let's go, I'm going to be late. He spoke in a humorous, non-aggressive manner , It is not ambitious, which makes people very relaxed.

Meng Ting couldn't help laughing.

Her rhomboid lips were curved, and her eyes were clear. She smiled, and the air was stained with her sweetness. Xu Jia said: I don't know these things, I'm just a layman, so don't feel pressured.

After three years, Meng Ting once again stood in this place.

The lights flickered, and after a moment of darkness, there was only a fine piano on the stage.

Xu Jia glanced at his watch, it was 7:18.

Meng Ting went to change his clothes. It's a show after all. In the bag she carried with her, there were piano clothes prepared in advance. She lifted her long hair and tied it with a blue ribbon.

When she came out, Xu Jia's pupils constricted.

After many years, he saw her like this again.

Mesmerizes and takes your breath away.