Destined To Love You

With all his savings, Meng Ting bought this dress half a month ago.

The blue fleece skirt is tracing the floor, and the white cuffs. There is a kind of elegance and beauty in winter.

She tied her hair with a slender ribbon, the ribbon was hanging down, and the air was soft and bangs. It will be seven or eight before her turn to play, so she has to sit down for a while.

The lights are dim and the contestants are somewhat nervous. I won't go to see what other players are dressed up.

Xu Jia kept looking at her, but she did not sit down beside Xu Jia.

In the huge exhibition hall, the colorful lights cycled, she changed her clothes and sat down in the last row, then followed the different music to find the state and beat.

All the quiet, soft, and passionate worlds seem to be unable to affect her.

Her slender and beautiful fingers beat lightly, and a little cherry powder on the tip of her finger.

The man on the stage has a good background, and he played "Adirina by the Water". Six years, in Song Lijuan's eyes, is very short, but for a genius girl, it is enough to remember all the fingerings.

Meng Ting listened quietly and noticed that the performer took a slower beat in a high place.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes quietly fell, and a silhouette fell on her white cheeks.

Xu Jia's heart beat fast, he kept looking back at her, not even knowing what was playing on the stage. He is not the kind of layman he said. In order to understand these songs, he listened to almost all the famous songs in mp3.

However, after many years, what he missed was such a low eye.

She didn't look at anyone, and she didn't care about anyone, even if there was a quiet existence, there was a crazy attraction.

Many people in Seventh Middle School only saw the beauty on her surface, but didn't know it at certain moments. She has an ability to make people want to die.

One action and one look can be ecstatic.

There is a big clock on the stage.

When Meng Ting raised his eyes again, it was already half past eight.

There are still two people ahead, so it's time for her to compete.

She looked at the clock at half past eight, a little trembling. I don’t know who in the audience looked out the window and exclaimed: "It’s snowing."

It snowed for the first time in city h in 30 years.

The snow caught everyone's attention, and even the judges followed through the window to look out of the dark sky.

Sure enough, in December of this year, on Christmas Eve, there was the only snow in many years.

Snow flakes are like light velvet, they melt on the ground, become ice crystals, and finally melt into water.

The performer on the stage couldn't help being flustered. Even if he played well, it would be bad for the audience to be attracted by other things.

In Meng Ting's memory, there was a snow in the second year of high school, and a blizzard in the year she died.

She has only seen snow twice in her life.

It's so cold, she also made it clear last night, surely Jiang Ren didn't come to her?

When Jiang Ren went to Mengting's community at seven o'clock in the evening, his fingers were red with cold.

He Junming called him: "Is the weather forecast accurate? Xiaoxue? The ghost knows how many years it hasn't snowed in city h."

Jiang Ren said with a smile: "Let you be ready when you are ready, forcing something."

He Han was shivering with the cold: "Brother Ninja, hurry up, I'm afraid this stuff will turn."

He Junming hung up the phone before he thought about looking at the contents of the two-person tall box.

I was dumbfounded at first sight: "Where did this... come from?"

He Han rubbed his hands and said proudly: "Isn't it pretty!"

Inside is a real ice crystal ball, made of thin ice, clear and transparent. The snowflakes on the thin ice are vivid. A white lamp holder was installed at the bottom to illuminate the transparent ice ball with radiance. How tall this hockey puck is, it seems to have entered a world of ice and snow.

He Junming looked dumbfounded, this thing is hard to get.

When he was a child, he lived in the north, where it often snowed. Later, the company moved to city h. He hadn't seen such a beautifully clear ice layer for a long time.

Chill is exuding around the ice.

In the corner, He Junming saw a neat and neat word "listen", he almost laughed madly: "This Ninja brother carved it."

He Han answered, "He is also not afraid of cold."

With such a thing, it will be maddeningly cold to get close, so who can quietly engrave on it.

He Junming was dumbfounded: "If it really snows, the snow will fall into the hockey puck, it will be absolutely impossible!"

The snowflakes won't melt, it's amazingly beautiful.

He Han was so cold that he couldn't say clearly: "It's really possible to be so cold."

"How did Ninja brother think of doing this?"

He Han said: “A few days ago, the girls in the class were praying that it would snow this winter. Ninja was accustomed to seeing the snow in the north, and only then did he know that city H would not snow.”

This year City H was the coldest. Jiang Ren made many calls to check the weather. Fiddled with this stuff many days in advance.

He Junming and the others were shivering with the cold in the two kilometers of the park.

Finally couldn't help getting into the car.

After a long time, Jiang Ren did not come back. Then at around eight o'clock, there was snow in the sky.

He Junming cheered: "Fucking Lifetime Series!"

They were excited for a while before they remembered that it had been more than an hour since Jiang Ren.

He Junming smiled wryly: "Isn't it a two-person world over there?"

Fang Tan frowned: "Impossible."

He glanced at the thin ice crystal ball: "It's about to melt." Snow fell on the thin ice, and there was a kind of pure to extreme beauty. The little word "listen" above gradually began to melt.

Several people in the car looked at each other.

He Han swallowed for a long time: "Why don't you call Brother Ren to come back? He has been waiting in the wind and snow for more than an hour."

He Junming learned well this time: "You shout."

"Why don't you scream?"

"You proposed."

"He Junming I got you!"

Everyone dared not call Jiang Ren. After all these years, I had never seen Jiang Ren so serious. In the past, when a group of them went to other people’s birthday parties, they would just give something expensive. It can talk about money, but it has no intentions.

Lettering on the ice crystals is just to please a girl.

They all know that Brother Shinobu is planted.

He Junming took out the lighter to light the cigarette, frowned and said, "I hope Meng Ting can come and have a look."

At nine o'clock in the evening, the sky was completely dark.

A layer of snow fell on Jiang Ren's shoulders, which melted and turned into cool water.

He wiped his face indifferently and looked at the lights on the third floor.

Fuck! I knew I was soft-hearted last night, so why didn't I come to see him today. Tonight is colder than last night.

His body is cold, but his heart is gentle and warm.

Finally, after waiting for two hours, he realized a possibility.

She will not come down again.

She said last night that his presence was a trouble for her.

Jiang Ren had never given up in his life. He took out his phone with his stiff fingers and called He Junming: "The girl who gave you the picture, do you have her phone? The one who played the piano before."

He Junming thought for a while, but he still had an impression of Shu Lan.

When he flipped the phone, he didn't know when it was stored.

He sent it to Jiang Ren, and Jiang Ren called.

Shu Lan was texting in the room, and when she received the call, she heard the cold and hoarse voice of a teenager on the opposite side, and she was in a trance.

Very cold sound, but inexplicable.

"you are?"

"Jiang Ren."

Shu Lan's heartbeat quickened, Jiang Ren from their school! Since last time, Zhang Jiajia and the others have all behaved well. Even Chen Shuo's matter was not pursued.

"Where is your sister?"

When Shu Lan heard these words, her heart was cold. Meng Ting was in the piano competition. If Jiang Ren went, he would know that the first time he played the piano was Meng Ting.

She didn't say a word for a while, and said, "Are you looking for her?"

"Give her the phone."

Shu Lan knew that she couldn't keep the secret, she gritted her teeth: "My sister is not at home, she went to the game."

There was silence for a while, "What game?"

The piano competition does not ask about country, age, or experience.

The 15 thousand grand prize sponsors are also listening below.

When Meng Ting came on stage, it was not a good time either. Everyone is watching Xiaoxue, a rare sight in decades outside.

The lights dimmed for a moment, then turned on again, this time gathering on her.

Xu Jia looked at the stage, the air entered his lungs, and there was a sting. The microphone was above the piano. After she bowed and sat down, she said softly, "My name is Meng Ting, and I will play "Soft as a Rainbow" today."

There is a kind of person, when she stands in the right place, the beauty of the world is making way for her.

It is not that the snow is not scarce or beautiful, but that she is so amazing.

A seventeen-year-old girl with long hair hanging down, bright eyes and red lips, and her skin like porcelain. The blue dress seemed to have a subtle halo, and her fingertips were beating the melody, under the light, her slender fingers were also beautiful.

Whether it is the judges or the contestants, everyone is watching her.

At the age of fourteen, Meng Ting was as green as a peach blossom with budding branches. But it has already made people raise their heads and stop, but for her now, Xu Jia can hardly find words.

There was enthusiasm in his eyes.

Yes, that’s how it feels,

Unparalleled in the world, unique!

She can make everyone quiet for her, no one remembers this snow anymore.

The rhythm of "Soft as a Rainbow" gradually rises, from slow to fast, just like the surprise that appeared at the beginning of the rainbow in quiet.

Her fingers were light, and the corners of her lips made a slight smile.

The softest light in winter quietly fell on her. The blue ribbon on her black hair hung quietly behind her. She was almost finished playing before someone in the audience took out her phone and took pictures secretly.

After she finished playing, the applause was delayed for several seconds before it sounded like thunder.

A gray-haired middle-aged female judge in the audience couldn't help laughing: "I remember this girl."

She was still in junior high school that year, but she was unforgettable at first sight. I was thinking about how amazing this girl would look when she grew up. If those judges were still there, she knew she hadn't let everyone down.

No prizes will be awarded on the day of the game, but Meng Ting can no longer go to the locker room to change clothes. The locker room is crowded at this point.

She can only walk outside in a blue fleece skirt.

After walking a few steps, she turned her head awkwardly: "Xu Jia?"

Xu Jia grabbed the emotion in his eyes and joked: "I just remembered that I was here too."

She was so frank, her cheeks were red and nodded: "I'm sorry." Her eyes were clear, "Don't be angry."

She is very focused when she thinks about things and hasn't performed in many years. I was a little nervous, and when I was looking for a feeling, I forgot that he was here.

Xu Jia said, "I'm not angry."

He was too excited to have time.

Xu Jia said to her, "I didn't even bring an umbrella. It's snowing outside, so it's just a moment?"

Meng Ting nodded.

She couldn't help but marvel when she went out, her eyes gleaming, looking at the flying world of Xiaoxue.

The street lights are soft.

Her blue long skirt was dazzling, and Meng Ting held the skirt to prevent it from getting wet.

With a heat on her shoulders, Xu Jia put on her clothes.

He looked at the black figure in the distance, lowered his head to meet the dumbfounded Meng Ting.

She immediately realized that this behavior was a bit out of bounds.

Xu Jia held her shoulders: "Don't move."

Meng Ting frowned.

"You don't like Jiang Ren, do you?"

Meng Ting looked at him in surprise.

"He is looking at you."

Meng listened to subconsciously want to turn back, Xu Jia stopped her: "Don't look back. They all said that he is sick, and you should also know that he is very difficult."

Xu Jia bent down: "I saw it when I went downstairs that day. He likes you. If you don't want him to pester you anymore, don't look back. Let him give up."

Meng Ting looked at Xu Jia with a pair of Qing Lingling eyes.

Her pupils were soft brown under the light.

Through the dark night, she could feel the sharp gaze behind her back.

She clenched her fingers and did not move.

Xu Jia did nothing.

He just bent over and tilted his head.

Meng Ting is not stupid, he knows what Xu Jia is doing. From Jiang Ren's perspective, he could see her being kissed in the light snow.

Xu Jia was right, she didn't like Jiang Ren.

That young man is made of steel, and can't break him when he is paranoid. She said it was useless to hate it, but it was useless to let him go. But he is awkward, has the final bottom line and self-esteem, and will not touch other people's possessions.

I don't know how long it took, Xu Jia smiled and said, "He's gone."

Meng Ting pushed him away and returned the clothes to him. She nodded and walked to the bus stop alone.

Xu Jia followed up: "Aren't you happy? Don't you dislike him?"

Meng heard a soft "um".

She calmly said: "I don't like him, but I don't like you either." She is not stupid.

Xu Jia's smile froze on his face.