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This is true.

Meng Jinche is one year younger than Nan Shiyu, and now is when he is at his most energetic. He has the ability and means, and has created Huayue Technology on his own, so he will definitely not want to rely on her power to help him in the future. Add color.

Meng Jinche would choose the latter at any time, whether he could rise to the top or be down-to-earth, use his own efforts to create a world, and use the company to prove his strength.

Seeing the news of Nan Shiyu's return, Ruan Wen was not surprised.

Over at the hotel, when Nan Shiyu rolled up her hair and washed herself, she inadvertently thought of the first time she met Meng Jinche.

That year, she had just turned 16 years old.

The incident happened three days before she returned to Haicheng from the small town.

Starting from Grandpa Nan Shiyu's generation, the Nan family has donated a large amount of money to charities every year.

This routine, even in the hands of Nan Chunian and now Nan Yuheng, has never been interrupted for a year.

When Nan Shiyu was 16 years old, she was already in good health.

She had been restricted since she was a child and could not go out to meet more people at will. Nan Shiyu felt so depressed that she was almost moldy. On the first day when her body was completely restored, she excitedly wanted to go outside for a walk.

Seeing that their daughter really wanted to go out, Nan's father and Nan's mother took her out to play wildly for two days. Before returning to Haicheng, Nan's father and Nan's mother went to the orphanage that town had donated to for the last time.

Unable to bear Nan Shiyu's abuse, Nan's mother took her to the orphanage.

That was the day she met Meng Jinche.

Due to long-term funding from the Nan Group, the orphanage has sufficient funds and all the facilities inside are very complete, so that all children can have a good living condition.

But among them, Meng Jinche was the surprise.

In the sunny and windy weather, all the children, big and small, were playing and laughing in groups. He was the only one, thin and small, squatting alone in a corner, with his head lowered and his eyes staring at the ground. Swarms of ants without saying a word to anyone.

At that time, Nan's father and mother were discussing donations with the dean in the dean's office. Nan Shiyu was standing bored at the door of the office and happened to see the young man in the corner opposite the window.

His clothes were old and white, his skin was yellow and without nutrition, and he was thin and small, much shorter than his peers.

Nan Shiyu stared at him for a long time, then walked towards him step by step.

The boy didn't react at all to her arrival.

Only when she stayed in front of him, he raised his eyelids and glanced at her indifferently, then quickly lowered his head, and his eyes fell on the ants on the ground again.

Meng Jinche obviously didn't want to talk to her.

And Nan Shiyu, who had had little contact with outsiders over the years, didn't know what to say to him.

Two boys and girls aged fifteen or sixteen spent a few minutes in silence with each other, amid the background sounds of laughter and chasing in the garden behind.

Meng Jinche is like an independent world in his own right. People from outside can't come in, and he himself doesn't want to go out.

Although Nan Shiyu accidentally walked in front of him, she did not integrate into his world.

He didn't accept it, and she didn't know how to deal with it.

The silent silence of the young girl facing each other is like the collision of two classes and two worlds, and also like the silent rotation of the wheel of fate, mistakenly intertwining two parallel destiny trajectories.

Soon, Father Nan and Mother Nan finished handling the donation and came out of the dean's office, accompanied by the dean.

Mother Nan glanced around the garden and found her daughter. She waved to her and they walked towards the parking lot together.

During this period, the silent young man who had lowered his head and said nothing slowly raised his head and looked at Nan Shiyu when she walked to the entrance of the courtyard.

At that time, Nan Shiyu was holding hands with Nan's mother and happened to look back.

The boy's calm eyes met.

Those eyes were like stagnant water, lifeless, lifeless at all, just numb that did not belong to that age, numb like stagnant water.

Nan Shiyu remembered that casual look for a long time.

So long that when she saw Meng Jinche again two years later, she recognized him at a glance.

We met again two years later.

That year, Nan Shiyu had just completed her wedding ceremony.

Meng Jinche is 17 years old.

The same meeting place, similar place, but different meeting scenes.

It was in a deserted corner outside an orphanage in Haicheng. The 17-year-old boy was covered in injuries and sat in the corner without saying a word. His narrow eyelids drooped silently, covering all the expressions in his eyes. The back of the hand was still bleeding.

Less than a minute later, the boy wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and seemed to have regained some strength. He stood up supporting the wall, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the orphanage.

Just the next second, his movements stopped.

He happened to meet Nan Shiyu's eyes not far away.

There was a distance of several meters between the two people, and the air spread silently. In this short distance, time seemed to have quietly returned to the time they looked at each other silently in the small town orphanage two years ago.

This time, Nan Shiyu took a few steps forward.

My eyes looked over him, and I spoke to him for the first time:

"How did it hurt?"

The boy's fingers holding the wall slowly tightened.

He has a good skin, even if there are many bruises on his face, he can't cover his eyes like cold stars.

"Maybe some people feel uncomfortable seeing me lingering like this."

Nan Shiyu frowned.

When the boy opposite said this, there was no movement on his face, as if he had already accepted this reality.

This world is never fair.

Nan Shiyu looked into his eyes.

In the young man's gloomy expression, those eyes were filled with the clearest color, like the white snow on the mud at the top of the mountain.

Even if he is in darkness, even if he suffers all kinds of rejection and torture, in his heart, he is always trying to abandon resentment, retain the last bit of goodness, and not let the dirt and pollution of the world be polluted, and not let those dark resentments be assimilated.

At a certain moment, looking at such a pair of eyes, Nan Shiyu felt an impulse in her heart, an impulse to help him.

Before her own consciousness could react, a questioning voice had already been spoken.

"Do you want to change the status quo?"

The young man's steps stopped as he passed by.

He stopped and turned his head to look at her in slow motion.

Staring at this wealthy little princess who was born at the top of her family.

"...Why are you willing to help me?" His voice was hoarse, and it took a while for the sentence to come out completely.

Nan Shiyu curved her lips and smiled. There was no trace of the noble airs of a wealthy lady on her face. She just said in a very ordinary tone:

"It's just to support one more person. There is no special reason. If you insist on a reason, it can be understood that we are still destined."

Isn't it just fate?

Nan Shiyu stepped into the orphanage twice and traveled across two cities, and met him by chance.

Her eyes fell on the young man's face and she said:

"If you want to change the status quo, just tell me. Of course, if you don't want to, I won't force you."

Before the last part of her voice finished, the young man's voice sounded with a hint of urgency.

"I think!"

Nan Shiyu looked over.

His eyes were firm, and the blood dripping from his finger bones to the ground made a weak but clear sound, as if he was putting an end to the past and welcoming a new and unfamiliar future.

He said: "I want to change, and through hard work, I want to gain a piece of the sky for myself, so that people who once abandoned me and hated me can see that I am not a drag, but a redemption that they will regret for a long time."

Seeing the determination in his eyes, Nan Shiyu smiled slowly, "Okay."

A young girl used all her pocket money to help a young man who was dying in a mud swamp change his destiny.