This is actually a pretty sad story.
Ding Meng grabbed the pillow back and put it into her arms: "Didn't you ask me how I lost weight? Actually, I didn't lose weight, I just got sick."
Qiao Yichen's brows twitched: "Sick?"
Seeing his serious expression, Ding Meng quickly explained, "Don't be nervous, it's not an infectious disease!"
Qiao Yichen: "..."
"That's not what I meant." He rubbed his hair weakly. "I mean, weren't you in good health when you were studying? How did you get sick?"
Ding Meng shrugged: "I was admitted to No. 9 Middle School in the third year of junior high, do you remember?"
"Remember." No. 9 Middle School is the best key middle school in City A. Not only do students from City A crowd their heads trying to get in every year, but many students from other places also come here. In the words of the teacher at the time, being admitted to No. 9 Middle School was equivalent to half-stepping into a prestigious university.
"Although I was admitted to No. 9 High School, I gradually felt exhausted after school started. The classmates in my class are all very good, and I can only be regarded as ordinary among them, especially in the mathematics class, the gap is even more obvious. Many At that time, I hadn't studied the teacher's topic clearly, and some classmates had already done it. I've never been a smart person, so I can only shorten the gap between us by working harder than others."
Ding Meng pursed her lips and continued: "Ninth High School has to live on campus. I get up at five every morning, go outside the bedroom and start reading by the lights in the corridor. After the lights are turned off at night, I hide under the quilt and use I continued to watch with the charging lamp. To save time, I drank very little water during the day, so that I didn’t have to go to the toilet between classes... In this way, I kept the top ten in my class every time I took an exam, so I I feel that my efforts have not been in vain. But my body can't support it anymore, I have lost a lot of weight during that time, and finally one day, I fainted while doing a chemical experiment."
Talking about these things now, Ding Meng still feels a little incredible, she thinks that she will probably never do one thing so desperately in her life: "The doctor said that I am too stressed and my body has been overloaded, and I will continue like this. It was very dangerous. I had mild anorexia, severe migraines, and insomnia at night. After lying in the hospital for a week, my mother still obeyed the doctor's advice and gave me a leave of absence."
It was this time off from school that made her life take a completely different trajectory. Maybe it was because she had been depressed for too long before. After she was discharged from the hospital, she never touched textbooks again. She was addicted to games every day, and learned from others that she got married and found a husband in games.
Well, you don't need to tell Qiao Yichen about this.
"I couldn't keep up when I went back to school, I transferred to a regular high school, and... it's just like you know."
After Ding Meng finished speaking, there was a long silence in the living room. She thought Qiao Yichen would express some emotion, but he just raised his hand and rubbed her hair.
Ding Meng's heart was shocked for a while, and it took a long time to react - the third clause of the agreement was written, no unnecessary physical contact!
She jumped off the sofa in a rush, and something hanging from her waist also fell to the ground, and the earth-shattering alarm sounded suddenly.
Ding Meng: "..."
Qiao Yichen looked at the screaming gadget on the floor, raised his eyes and glanced at Ding Meng: "What is this?"
Ding Meng swiftly picked up the screamer and inserted the hoop back, and the frothing at the mouth finally stopped. She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Qiao Yichen: "This is a screamer, it's used to prevent perverts."
The corners of Qiao Yichen's mouth twitched: "Pervert?"
"Don't get me wrong, of course it's not about you!" Ding Meng shyly brushed the black hair beside her ear, "You know, a person as beautiful as me is very dangerous to walk on the street."
… Well, it’s really easy to frighten passersby.
He pursed his lips and repeated the old story: "You haven't told me yet, how did you think of participating in the singing competition?"
"Oh, this, I just signed up for it when I met it."
Qiao Yichen was silent for a while: "So are you just going to play?"
Ding Meng thought for a while and said, "I can't say that. I always like to sing, you forgot? My junior high school is still in the school choir!"
Qiao Yichen nodded, as if thinking about something. Ding Meng glanced at him and asked tentatively, "I heard that you will help the first place in the competition make a single?"
"Well." He agreed to be the judge, just to see if there were any newcomers with potential. Thinking of this, he looked up at Ding Meng: "The primary election will be held for two days, and then the shortlisted players will be called for a week-long special training. If you have nothing to do tomorrow, come home with me for dinner. "
"...Okay." Although she was already mentally prepared, Ding Meng was still a little nervous when it was time to play. "Do you need me to prepare anything?"
Qiao Yichen thought for a while and said, "Just get the marriage certificate ready."
Ding Meng: "..."
Having said that, Qiao Yichen specially prepared a outfit for her for this family banquet, from hairpins to shoes.
When he drove Ding Meng into the gate of Qiao's house, he saw Qiao's mother standing outside looking forward to it.
He slowed down the car and said to Ding Meng next to him, "You have seen my family before, don't be nervous later, it's just a meal."
"Well, good." In order to perform well today, she went online to Baidu to search Qiao Yichen, and memorized all his information and preferences. In the process, she also saw Qiao Yichen's string of golden lights. 's resume.
It turns out that there are so many albums that she is familiar with, all from his hands.
After the car was parked, Ding Meng followed Qiao Yichen. Mother Qiao had a kind smile on her face, but her eyes were as sharp as knives, slashing at Ding Meng's face all the time.
Ding Meng was about to take the initiative to take the initiative to take the initiative to take the initiative to attack, when the opposite mother Qiao exclaimed in surprise: "God, is this Mengmeng? How did you lose so much weight? I almost can't recognize it!"
Ding Meng didn't expect that she could recognize herself, and she said happily, "Aunt Qiao, you still remember me!" Your son said that I had plastic surgery!
Qiao Yichen coughed from the side: "It should be called 'Mom'."
…
"Mom." Ding Meng overcame the psychological barrier and finally spit out the word. Qiao's mother's eyes changed, her eyes wandered between them, and then she looked at her son: "You actually married Mengmeng?"
When she received his call, she didn't believe that he was really married. She also thought that he might find a random girl to come back to fool them, but she didn't expect that he would bring Ding Meng back to fool them.
Now she really can't eat.
Qiao Yichen smiled at her, turned his head to Ding Meng beside him and said, "Meng Meng, show her our marriage certificate."
Ding Meng wanted to roll her eyes, but she held back, bowed her head obediently, turned out the marriage in the bag, and smiled and handed it to Qiao's mother: "Although it is a bit sudden, Yichen and I are really married. "
Qiao's mother studied the marriage certificate in her hand for a while, and then stuffed it back into Ding Meng's hand with a smile: "Go ahead, I'm ready, I'll be waiting for you to come."
Ding Meng glanced at Qiao Yichen and followed them into the house.
There was only one man sitting in the spacious living room, looking down at the tablet in his hand. Hearing the sound of them entering the room, he raised his head, and when he saw Ding Meng, he showed a puzzled expression: "Ding Meng?"
Ding Meng was stunned for a moment, seeing that his facial features were similar to Qiao Yichen's, it should be his brother.
Qiao Yichen chuckled beside her and walked over: "Your eyes are so sharp that you recognized her at a glance?"
Qiao Yixing put down the computer in his hand, stood up and said, "She's the same as before, just a little thinner." After speaking, she looked at Qiao Yichen again, "Is this your wife?"
Ding Meng was a little embarrassed by what he said, but Qiao Yichen looked at him without changing his face: "I didn't expect it?"
Qiao Yixing said nothing, turned and walked towards the dining room: "Let's eat."
When the meal started, Qiao's father also came downstairs. He and Qiao Yixing didn't talk much, and it was entirely up to Qiao's mother to liven up the atmosphere at the dinner table. From time to time, Qiao Yichen will give Ding Meng some dishes to show that their "husband and wife" relationship is very good.
Mother Qiao laughed and said to them, "I didn't expect you two to be together. At that time, Yichen was very naughty, and thanks to Mengmeng for helping me stare at him."
Ding Meng also laughed: "Actually, he's not very naughty, haha."
"He said no. He lit a small firecracker and put it in your drawer during the self-study class. As a result, both of you were invited to be parents. Have you forgotten this?"
Ding Meng: "..."
Qiao Yichen: "..."
Ding Meng had a fresh memory of this. As the Chinese New Year approached, small shops near the school began to sell cannonballs. Now it seems very unsafe, but at that time I loved to play. Qiao Yichen took a small firecracker, originally just to scare her, but it actually ignited accidentally. Ding Meng, in a hurry, shoved the cannon into the desk.
At that time, he was in a self-study class, and the muffled "bang" even alarmed the teacher in the next office, and the two were screwed out on the spot.
"You said, Mengmeng is a good boy with excellent academic performance. The only time he was asked to be a parent was because of you. Fortunately, that cannon is for children, and its power is very small. If it blows people up, you How can you afford it?"
Qiao Yichen supported his forehead: "Mom, it's been a long time, how do you still remember? Besides, haven't I already paid myself in?"
When Qiao Yixing heard his words, he looked up at them, then lowered his head and ate in silence.
After dinner, Ding Meng helped Qiao's mother clean up the dishes, and Qiao's father went back upstairs, leaving only the two Qiao brothers in the living room.
Qiao Yixing glanced at Qiao Yichen with a scrutiny, and asked, "You don't want to come to the company so much?"
Qiao Yichen looked at him and said, "The company is not obliged to me, but there are some things that only I can do."
Qiao Yixing pondered for a while before saying: "Now the record industry is not as good as before, and even many singers are no longer willing to take the time to record an album. It is difficult for you to create the same myth as before."
Qiao Yichen's eyes sank: "I know, but this is not the reason why I gave up, at least not yet."
Qiao Yixing looked at him, before shaking his head slightly: "Okay." He patted Qiao Yichen on the shoulder, took two steps forward, and turned around again.
"What else?"
The corners of Qiao Yixing's mouth twitched slightly, with a slight smile in his eyes: "It's nothing, I forgot to congratulate you on your marriage."