In the last period of time before the summer vacation, she was very busy at school, and she was called home by the grand ceremony before the final exam. He didn't come back from the high school entrance examination last week, and Meng Hang couldn't forget it all the time. When she entered the house at noon that day, the little boy was still angry and ignored her.
Sheng Dian sat on the sofa embroidering while she snuggled up and watched TV.
"When is your school closed?" Sheng Dian asked.
Meng Shengnan: "I don't know the details yet, but it will probably be next week."
"Is there any temporary arrangement?"
"No, what's the matter?"
Sheng Dian glanced at her.
"Two days ago, your grandma called and said she missed you. After finishing the work, go and stay with Xiaohang for a few days."
Meng Shengnan made a 'hmm' sound.
"I miss my grandma a little too."
On the TV is a bitter drama in the Republic of China. On a rainy day, the heroine kneels at the door of the house and is stopped outside. Meng Shengnan really couldn't bear to watch this, so he picked up the remote control to change the channel. Sheng Dian raised his head from his needlework, "Don't change it, I'm looking really good."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
She was bored, so she came to Sheng Ceremony, "What are you embroidering?"
"See for yourself."
"A peacock?"
There was no response for a long time, Meng Shengnan turned his head to look, Sheng Dian looked a little sad. On TV, the heroine was slapped with a whip by the majestic father, and the heroine lay on the ground without saying a word. She watched the grand ceremony again, her eyes were moist. The woman couldn't help muttering: "How pitiful this child is."
Meng Shengnan sighed and got up to tease Meng Hang.
The little boy pursed his lips and ignored him, turning his head to one side. She squatted down to the other side and looked at him. The little boy turned back again, and Meng Shengnan followed suit. The little boy was annoyed and frowned, "Oh, sister."
Meng Shengnan smiled, "I'm going out now, will you go?"
The little boy took a good look at it, "No."
"Really not going?"
The little boy bit his lips, "If you don't go, you don't go."
"oh."
Meng Shengnan nodded, got up and went to the room to get the bag. Then I went to the door to change my shoes and was about to leave, and I said to myself decently, "I remember that store seems to have new products, which are better than Mebius." Before he finished speaking, his clothes were grabbed by someone , she looked down.
"sister."
The little boy looked at her pitifully.
Meng Shengnan was amused, "Want to go?"
"Um."
She pointed to her cheek, and the little boy immediately leaned his mouth towards it and smacked. So the two went out with a smile, and Xiaohang was so happy that he jumped up and down. The shopping mall was full of beautiful things, so she took Meng Hang directly to the amusement park on the third floor.
Meng Hang was playing with other children inside, while she stood aside.
Young parents and children walked by from time to time, a family of three or four. She was inexplicably sad, and the phone in her bag was vibrating. She picked it up and stuck it to her ear, but she didn't hear what Qi Qiao said. The surrounding area was too noisy, so she glanced at Meng Hang and went outside to listen to the phone.
"What did you just say?" she asked.
Qi Qiao raised her voice: "I asked where are you?"
"Commercial City Playground." She stared at Meng Hang and said, "Are you coming?"
"Must, wait for me."
Meng Shengnan smiled, lowered his head and put the phone in his bag. It's just that she just raised her head and walked in, but Meng Hang's figure disappeared. She was in a daze at the time, and hurriedly looked around. Before taking a few steps, I heard shouting behind me: "Sister."
She immediately turned her head and froze.
Chi Zheng took Meng Hang's hand and looked at her with a half-smile. For just that moment, Meng Shengnan felt like he was old. Looking at Sweet Honey many years ago, it was an old street in 1995. Under the window, Maggie Cheung and Liming looked back at each other in twos, the vicissitudes of the years have changed. After a long time of gathering and separation, there are two lines of laughter and tears.
After a while, the man looked down at Meng Hang.
"It's also called surprise," he said.
Meng Hang Zhile, ran to her and held her hand, "Sister, I was the one who saw brother first."
"Um."
She rubbed Xiaohang's hair and looked up at him.
"It's a holiday?" His voice was tepid.
Meng Shengnan was silent for a while, and pursed his lips.
Chi Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "You don't want to talk to me anymore?"
"ah."
Meng Shengnan: "No, there are still a few days left in school."
"Is it."
She said 'um'.
Xiaohang shook her hand and wanted to go over to play with the children, but she hadn't had time to speak.
Xiaohang asked: "Can my brother go too?"
Meng Shengnan looked down at Xiaohang, "Brother is very busy—"
"Can."
His voice suddenly fell, and Meng Shengnan raised his eyes.
Chi Zheng glanced at her indifferently, stepped forward and slightly bent down to hug Meng Hang. The little boy put his arms around his neck and kept laughing. Both of them walked towards the amusement park without looking at her, Meng Shengnan was stunned.
She then followed in.
Chi Zheng put Meng Hang among a group of children and withdrew. At that time, she had just walked to his side, and her eyes fell on Meng Hang, and she didn't look away. Someone walked by from time to time, and the two retreated to the corner. Chi Zheng put his hands in his pockets and leaned half against the wall. Faintly aware of his gaze, she pretended not to see it, and then listened to him.
"There's something I've been wanting to ask you."
She didn't move her eyes: "Yes."
"Meng Shengnan." Chi Zheng said calmly.
Hearing him call her name, she raised her eyes slightly, but her eyes fell on other places beside him.
"You dare not look at me?"
Chi Zheng stared at her profile, and after a while she looked over.
"I'm listening."
Chi Zheng smiled lightly.
"You really—"
He licked his front teeth, turned his head away and smiled and turned back.
"Why did you run that day?"
Meng Shengnan's eyebrows twitched, "What are you running?"
"Do you want me to make it clear?"
Meng Shengnan pursed her lips tightly, her palm trembling and she couldn't hold it.
"I just read a book for you and mentioned a name. If you don't know him, you don't know him. Why are you running?" Chi Zheng looked up and raised his eyes, "Why are you crying?"
Meng Shengnan clenched his fists, "I just—"
"Just what?" he demanded.
She raised her eyes and looked at the man in front of her who made her blush and feel ashamed. Chi Zheng's eyes were dark, like a wolf. Meng Shengnan looked at him slowly, and suddenly smiled.
"What do you want me to say?" she asked.
Chi Zheng's eyes flashed.
He was about to speak when someone shouted 'Meng Shengnan' not far away. Chi Zheng glanced at her, and the woman pretended to be nonchalant and forced herself to hold on. His thin lips twitched: "I'll go first." After speaking, she turned from the inside.
Meng Shengnan slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sister Qiaoqiao." Meng Hang called out suddenly.
She looked back and saw that Qi Qiao had already walked over. Xiaohang stopped playing and ran to the two of them. The little boy looked around, raised his head and asked Meng Shengnan, "Sister, where's brother?"
Qi Qiao: "What brother?"
Meng Shengnan: "Oh, I met a high school classmate who just left."
"My brother is gone?" Xiaohang sighed, "I still want him to teach me how to play games."
Qi Qiao heard the smell, "Which high school classmate?"
Meng Shengnan: "You don't know him."
"Just pretend and you do." Qi Qiao pouted.
Then leave her alone and drag Meng Hang to sweep the crane machines.
Very noisy around.
Meng Shengnan felt that she had a severe headache, and she was sitting alone on the sofa by the corridor of the shopping mall. There is music playing in the shop diagonally opposite, Nanhe Beidou singing makes tears turn into rain of lovesickness. She didn't know whether to cry or laugh, or to wake up.
She went back to school that night.
Qi Qiaomin insisted on following her, and used the kitchen of her apartment to say that she would cook a top-quality meal for her. Hearing the crackling of the pots and pans inside, Meng Shengnan was helpless and didn't bother to care. Sitting on the sofa alone watching Mong Kok Carmen, her eyes were wet when Andy Lau was shot.
"My God."
Qi Qiao came over wearing an apron and stared at her, "As for being so sad, it's all fake."
She glanced over.
"Is the meal ready?"
Qi Qiao was happy, "Try it?"
She got up and went to the kitchen, took a bite of food with her chopsticks, and looked left and right.
"Eat." Qi Qiao was anxious.
Meng Shengnan was dubious, and slowly stuffed it into his mouth.
"How is it?" Qi Qiao looked expectant.
Meng Shengnan closed his eyes and sighed.
"It's really hard for me to imagine how your family has survived until now."
Qi Qiao frowned, took a sip herself, and instantly felt smoke coming from her seven orifices.
"How?" she asked.
"It's over." The woman wanted to cry, "I used chili sauce as ketchup."
Meng Shengnan couldn't help laughing.
"It's worth it."
"What?" she asked.
Qi Qiao said, "I finally laughed at you."
Outside the window, it was as quiet as water, without waves or ripples. The two of them finished their meal slowly and then lay down on the bed, Qi Qiao played radio music. With the soothing and soft background music slowly flowing in the house, Qi Qiao asked in a low voice, "Is the man who talked to you this afternoon Chi Zheng from Ninth High School?"
Meng Shengnan didn't want to hide it anymore, "Yes."
"How long have you liked him?"
"forget."
Qi Qiao sighed, "You thought a lot when you were in high school, and you still think about it now. It's clear that nothing happened, but when you come to your place, it's like the sky is falling apart. Nannan, you will be very tired if you do this."
After a while, Meng Shengnan's eyes were moist.
"I know."
Qi Qiao slowly turned her side and looked at her helplessly.
"Knowing that you can't do it, what's the use?"
Meng Shengnan closed his eyes, tears dripped from his cheeks and dripped onto the bed.
Qi Qiao let out an 'ah' in her heart.
"Cry, cry, and your heart will be clean."
After a while, Meng Shengnan wiped away his tears, opened his eyes and took a deep breath.
Qi Qiao laughed at her: "You are still timid."
Meng Shengnan sniffed, "You little?"
"Ah." Qi Qiao said, "Smaller than the tip of a needle."
Meng Shengnan cried and laughed.
Qi Qiao: "I know what he was like in the past, but I heard that he has restrained himself a lot now. Apart from his poor performance, there is nothing else to choose."
"He's not that bad." Meng Shengnan defended in a low voice.
Qi Qiao blinked and smiled.
In the middle of the night, the house is filled with warm light. The two women cried and laughed, and the frustration disappeared with the night. The pitch-black sky shrouded this vast land. Looking down, Jiangcheng didn't even have a place the size of a palm. But in this land, there are countless Chinese sons and daughters. They live together, regardless of spring, autumn, winter and summer, no matter ups and downs.
There are stars falling on that run-down street.
The man sat on the head of the bed, turning his phone tirelessly. He was half up on one leg, with his arms draped over his head. The room was only lit with the desk lamp, and the man showed no expression. He stared at a certain place, his black eyes were quiet. Then he lit a cigarette and smoked.