Meng Jin turned around when he heard the sound: "Can't find it?"
"K Hall."
"Just take your time, I said it's not raining, what are you doing with an umbrella?"
"There are many people chasing you."
Meng Shengnan chuckled, "Thank you, sisters."
really.
"Li Yan, you are such a beautiful woman, how does it feel to you?"
Sheng Dian put a piece of tofu in her bowl and said, "Don't be so talkative. I said, why don't you go to your aunt's place to play for a few days?"
"new concept?"
Qi Qiao was already waiting somewhere, and soon saw Meng Shengnan coming.
Meng Shengnan laughed even harder.
"Well, I'll go take a look."
"Well, I took out this one today, why is it missing?"
A story took up a whole summer vacation to write, delete and delete. Youth is a flaw, with no experience and superficial knowledge, so Meng Jin gave her a saying, 'Read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles'. She is in pain at this age of studying. However, before the pain began to spread, the lamp suddenly went out.
She read in Shengcheng:
Meng Shengnan thought for a while and asked, my parents want me to go to my aunt's place in Shanghai for a few days, will you go
Lin Huiyin replied that his answer is very long, and I will spend my whole life answering you.
Meng Shengnan took a sip and then said: "I went to the Internet cafe yesterday afternoon to write a manuscript. I forgot about it. I just went to get it."
Meng Shengnan once again asked, "What do you like about him?"
The boy chased after him.
Meng Shengnan listened intently, pretending that he had stopped pressing the keyboard, and stared at the casually typed line of Song font number 5 on the document for a long time. The man beside him had already stood up, left his seat and walked out, holding a cigarette in his mouth and smiling mischievously.
"Stopped again?"
Meng Shengnan nodded: "There is a power outage at home."
Meng Shengnan suddenly said, "I forgot it at the Internet cafe."
"Hmph, we have to have this kind of energy to become more courageous with every setback - I still don't believe it, can it be more difficult than the eight-year war of resistance?"
The smell was very unpleasant. She held her breath and walked through the corridor. Both sides were filled with boys and girls, playing games and laughing. Meng Shengnan walked almost to the end before he saw an empty seat on the right. It was a corner and the light was a little dark.
Qi Qiao added, "I'm so bored too."
Qi Qiao replied a series of question marks.
But he was a little disgusted, and when he was about to look away, he suddenly turned his hand and pressed the space bar heavily, and then spread his hands to cover the keyboard. Strangely, she was attracted to those hands.
She took a deep breath and left the Internet cafe.
"Um."
The two chatted casually for a while, and Qi Qiao talked about traveling: "How about we go to Chengdu?"
"Looking like Pan An, but brave and loyal."
“Heaven knows and earth knows.”
Meng Shengnan: "Why 28.5?"
The next day, she got up at seven o'clock.
There were almost no empty seats in the Internet cafe. She had just taken a few steps when Xi Linxiao stopped her.
Meng Shengnan smiled coquettishly: "I'll get it early tomorrow morning."
"Well, I'm leaving first."
"My ears will be relaxed for a few days."
"Be careful if mom hears it, she will punish you."
She shouted into the yard, put on a coat, stuffed a notebook and pen in her schoolbag and carried it downstairs. Sheng Dian was sitting under the eaves in the courtyard on the first floor reading a book when he heard the words, "Hmm".
"Um."
Meng Shengnan returned and was idle.
"I'm going out."
"You still need to ask?" Shengdian choked.
After watching TV with Meng Jin for a while, Meng Shengnan went back to his room. She turned on the computer, habitually opened Word and then minimized the window. Penguin was popular at that time, and as soon as she went online, news about Qi Qiao came over.
Meng Jin tilted his head slightly and glanced at her: "I've been busy this month."
Like Kang Da, they all like the neighbor brother who follows them around in the alley.
Later, the trip fell through because Qi Qiao's mother, Qiao Meili, privately enrolled her in a folk art class, where she played the erhu and counted lessons. Therefore, Meng Shengnan spent the remaining days of the summer vacation conceiving, writing, deleting and starting again, and listening to Qi Qiaola's out-of-tune erhu.
Shengdian gave her an angry look: "If you can change your temper, I'm the only one who can change it."
The two quickly agreed on a time and met at the Pizza Hut opposite Ninth Middle School at 8:30 tomorrow morning. After chatting for a while, Meng Shengnan went offline to write a manuscript. In the document, the sentence 'On the night of her thirteenth birthday, her aunt came -' disrupted all her thoughts.
Meng Shengnan was flipping through the information in his hand, with a pile of pencils and a pile of blank paper next to him.
"roll."
Meng Shengnan was speechless: "Then you go to Chengdu to find him, what should I do?"
"What are you doing?"
"Go after eating."
"?"
"Tsk." He showed off his literary talent again.
Qi Qiao smiled and said, "You are the kind of girl who is too ignorant. No one dares to approach you, you know. Only I can."
"Mom, our average age is 16.5, are you reassured?"
Across the one-meter-wide corridor, the knocking sound was clearer. She couldn't concentrate on writing, and what little inspiration she had had just disappeared.
The boy was stunned for a moment, then laughed evilly, "You are so fucking stupid."
The voice is also lazy.
"Liang Sicheng once asked Lin Huiyin what am I?"
"What are you thinking about?" Qi Qiao waved his hand in front of her.
Meng Shengnan rolled her eyes: "Why didn't I know?"
The one sitting at the end was wearing gray short-sleeves, wearing large headphones, and was typing on the keyboard. The key is that the sound was so loud that Meng Shengnan had to notice it. She glanced away, walked to the last machine, sat down and turned on the power of the host and computer.
The third one is Tianming Internet Cafe.
"mom-"
She closed the door behind her back and walked out of the alley.
Meng Shengnan fainted.
"Come so early?" she asked.
Meng Shengnan hit the space bar and replied, "You?"
"Okay you."
Meng Shengnan walked over and sat down.
"It's not a big deal." The owner of the hands laughed.
Meng Shengnan smiled and shrugged to express his helplessness.
She couldn't understand.
She took the ticket and went to find the machine.
Sheng Dian took a sip of porridge, looked at Meng Shengnan and continued: "Qiao Qiao is free, you two go."
Meng Shengnan smiled, OK.
"Go to Hall K later and call some brothers."
"I have an organized event at school early next month, so I won't be able to go."
"You're not going?"
Meng Shengnan knew very well about Song Jiashu's pursuit of Qi Qiao. It was the third year of junior high school. The uneducated but handsome Song Jiashu was almost the dream lover of all the girls in the school. At the graduation ceremony, he shouted Ke Youlun's "I love you to death" affectionately and confessed his love to Qi Qiao. He looked as cool as ten years ago. Former Daniel Wu.
Meng Shengnan wondered, would she be the first composition contestant in history to have the heroine act as an aunt
"How is it?" The boy still didn't give up on this topic.
"Sixth."
"Won?" A male voice sounded.
"Okay, Song Jiashu's hometown is in Chengdu."
"what to do?"
Another boy continued, "By the way, you have a new girlfriend again, that Li Yan from Class 3?"
There are two boys on the left side of the corridor.
Really.
Meng Shengnan's mouth trembled: "Can you still be unprincipled?"
Shengdian then raised his head and said, "It's raining, what are you going to do?"
Meng Shengnan was at a bottleneck.
"knew."
Meng Shengnan then raised his head and looked over openly. He was very tall, five or six centimeters taller than the boy next to him. He was tall and thin with a broad back, one hand in his pocket, and he walked out the door casually.
Meng Shengnan left the alley and went to Tianming Internet Cafe to get an umbrella.
After fixing the fuse, the three of them gathered around the table to eat. Meng Jin brought up the matter of travel.
The windows in the room were blown by the wind, and light raindrops fell and hit them, making it dull. There was an old-style desktop computer on the table, and a dozen books as thick as an Oxford dictionary were stacked high next to it.
During the grand ceremony, the dishes were served one after another, and Meng Shengnan was setting the chopsticks.
"Looking at your unpromising look, isn't it because you didn't win the award last year? What a big deal. After all, we have entered the semi-finals. Besides, I don't believe it based on your talent. Last year, it was because they had no vision. This year it is absolutely First prize, sisters are optimistic about you."
"There are a few more at the end, go take a look over there."
"My mental age is 28.5, I feel completely at ease."
"Come back soon after you finish writing."
"What time is this year?"
Meng Shengnan said, "You are pedantic."
Meng Jin started again: "From a social psychology perspective, mental age is generally one round older than actual age, which is 12 years old. Meng Shengnan, you should study hard."
"-It's fun."
Meng Jin had already left the living room and walked to the yard, "It will get dark soon and it will be inconvenient."
Meng Shengnan smiled.
Meng Shengnan sighed: "I don't know what the result will be yet, it's just the primary election."
"Two hours?"
Shengdian frowned, "You have to talk to your dad when he comes home tonight. It must be that the wires were not routed properly and the fuse was broken."
The boy was staring at the computer attentively, holding the mouse in one hand and covering the keyboard with the other, making ping-ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong. She set her sights on his computer, which was Warcraft that Qi Qiao's boyfriend often played. The characters on the screen were lightning fast and the pictures were changing constantly.
Meng Shengnan took an umbrella from the entrance and said as he walked out: "There is a power outage. I have to write a manuscript."
That year, she was sixteen and a half years old.
At that time, Meng Jin had already gone to work, and Sheng Dian was doing exercises in the yard. Meng Shengnan finished washing her clothes, put on a pair of light pink short-sleeved shirts and knee-length light-colored jeans, bit a piece of bread in her mouth and walked out, "Mom, I'm going out."
She opened the curtains and pressed the power switch in the room.
She closed her umbrella and went up to the second floor. A little girl at the front desk saw it was her and asked with a smile: "Are you here?"
It was the same that day, with misty drizzle and lingering fog.
"Why do you always have power outages at your house?" The little girl's name is Xi Linxiao, who is about the same age as her. The two of them took extra classes from the same teacher in their third year of junior high school and are familiar with each other. At that time, almost no minors were allowed to enter Internet cafes without ID cards. Of course, there were many people who sneaked in for various reasons. Because they were acquainted with each other, Meng Shengnan sometimes had nowhere to go to write articles, and Xilinxiao's family owned an Internet cafe, so he brought them here to write. Those who come and go again will become familiar with the road. Now Xilinxiao is studying in No. 14 Middle School, and she is in Ninth Middle School.
"Then leave you alone at home - aren't you lonely?"
Meng Shengnan blinked and said, "Nothing."
She withdrew her gaze and stared at the computer screen to get a feel for it, but still found nothing. It was already half past six when I got home, and the rain had stopped long ago. The meal was ready for the ceremony, and Meng Jin's father just came back from get off work. The July sky was still slightly bright at this time, but the light in the room was very weak.
Meng Shengnan thought about it seriously, "I don't know."
He chewed on the cigarette, played with the lighter in his hand, and said a neither salty nor bland 'hmm'.
Meng Shengnan pursed her lips and smiled maliciously, "Mr. Meng, you don't have a mistress outside, do you?"
Thinking of the few words he just said, they were vulgar and shameless.
Qi Qiao drank the hot cocoa, handed her the other cup she ordered, and pursed her lips.
Meng Shengnan stuffed the steamed bun in her mouth, chewing and thinking, "That's OK. I'll call and ask Qi Qiao later."
I don’t know why, but I can’t write anymore. She rubbed her face in boredom and drank several large glasses of water. Her eyelids finally rolled, and then she simply closed the computer and fell asleep. The rain could be heard outside the window, and it fell all over the ground.
The rain outside slowly started to fall again. After dinner, Shengcheng went to Li Wan's house across the street to get an umbrella from the entrance. He couldn't find it anywhere, so he asked the two men who were watching TV on the sofa: "Have you two seen the green umbrella at home?"
"Let's play with Qi Qiao."
"Why are you going so early in the morning?" Sheng Dian stopped bending down and asked slightly panting.
He smiled lightly.
Qi Qiao said without hesitation: "I will choose whatever he chooses."
Meng Shengnan raised his eyes and looked over.
Slender and clean.
Meng Jin raised his eyebrows: "Are you afraid that our family will not think about the icing on the cake?"
"How about what?"
He leaned back lazily on the chair, squinted his eyes slightly, touched his pocket, lit a cigarette and smoked. The smile on the corner of his mouth was a bit better than the careless bastards of some gangsters in TV series. Half of his body was hidden in the dark light, shadowy. She was a little embarrassed to stare at others so much and turned back silently. The distance was too close, the smell of the boy's body permeated the air, and the conversation in his ears was blurry.
This is Qi Qiao's mantra, and Meng Shengnan is always speechless. There are more and more people in McDonald's, and BGM is flowing in every corner. Meng Shengnan took a sip of hot cocoa and asked Qi Qiao: "By the way, I will be a sophomore in high school this year. Do you choose literature or science?"
"Um."
The rain fell on the umbrella, dripping, dripping. There are some small puddles on the ground, and you can step on them if you don't pay attention. The alley is about two hundred meters long. Meng Shengnan raised his wrist to look at his watch, 16:10. She came out of the alley, turned right, walked down a street, and turned into a short alley with a narrow door.
He raised his eyebrows: "Will you try it next time?"
Beside the desk, the music tape given by Qi Qiao was slowly playing on the repeater. Thick curtains blocked out the weather outside, and only a lamp was on in the small room. The Word document on the old desktop computer still hasn't seen a single word added.
It was early in the morning and the streets were relatively quiet. She nibbled on the bread as she walked, wiping her mouth afterward. Then he turned left and right and entered the Internet cafe. There are many people staying overnight, and now almost all of them are lying on the table and falling asleep. Meng Shengnan went to where he was yesterday, took the umbrella and walked out. Before taking a few steps, he subconsciously turned back to look at the empty place on the other side of the corridor. It's strange that the boy from last night appears in my mind.
Qi Qiao sighed, "You don't understand the world of love."
Qi Qiao patted her shoulder: "Sisters, I really admire you. If you don't win the award this year, I will write the word Qi Qiao backwards!"
Meng Shengnan pursed her lips: "You two are really good, right?"
"This is called husband singing and wife accompanying."
Qi Qiao couldn't calm down anymore and said go.
Meng Shengnan said, it is absolutely true.
Qi Qiao looked at her several times with hatred: "You deserve it if you don't have a boyfriend."
Meng Shengnan retorted: "Do you think your boyfriend is so easy to talk to?"
"Is there a power outage?" Meng Jin put down his briefcase and sat at the dinner table.
Meng Shengnan followed her father to the yard, carried a flashlight, and stood on tiptoe slightly to shine on the fuse. Meng Jin said while giving instructions: "Today I am thinking about whether to sign up for a tour group for you and your mother to go out for a few days. You still have a month to go to school. It will be boring to stay at home."
"Speaking of which, what do you like?"
The girl returned, and Song Jiashu and his parents returned to their hometown.
As soon as the computer turned on, she entered her account password and opened Word.
"Why?"
In the summer of 2004, there was a concert with ten thousand people in Jiangcheng. As you walk through the streets, you can hear songs written by Lin Xi everywhere, and Xu Meijing sings "The cigarettes you smoke make me visit all the shops in the town."