Refinement, masculinity

Meng Ling looked at the person in the mirror. This face was very young, about 15 years old, with delicate features, although not to the point of male and female appearance, but very delicate, coupled with a thin body, very frail, his bangs It is a bit long, and it can cover the eyebrows and eyes by lowering the head slightly, and block the prying eyes of the outside world while not looking at others. He doesn't like it very much and wants to turn it up, but he can't because this body is currently not under his control.

He is a second personality. He doesn't know how long he has been formed, and he doesn't remember when he first gained control. In fact, if he hadn't been woken up suddenly half a year ago and realized in horror that someone else was controlling his body, he wouldn't even have Realize that you have multiple personalities.

In the past six months, the number of times he came out for activities can be counted on the fingers, and he spent most of the time watching another personality's play, which made him very depressed, but it was not fruitless, at least he had two clear goals.

One of the goals of life at this stage: learn as much as possible about multiple personalities, find a way to destroy the deity, even if you can't destroy it, you must at least grab the mastery of the body.

The deity's name is Meng Xiaodong. Although Meng Ling thinks his name is nice, but being forced to watch the play for so long, his complaints about the name have long since faded away, and he is more dissatisfied with Meng Xiaodong's cowardly character, and he is quite dissatisfied with it. dislike; despise.

Meng Xiaodong had just put on his clothes at the moment, he took a simple look in the mirror, opened the door and left.The Spring Festival has passed, and the street still has a strong sense of the New Year. The new clothes have just been released, and he fell in love with a windbreaker. Looking at the price of 499 yuan, he struggled for a while, and finally decided to buy it.

The waiter couldn't help reminding: "This one is a bit big, you'd better wear a smaller size."

"I'll give it away." Meng Xiaodong spoke in a low voice no matter who he was talking to, and he didn't like to look at each other, so he seemed particularly inferior.

The waiter understood and smiled and took him to the cashier.

Meng Ling kept watching with cold eyes. When he saw Meng Xiaodong taking out the money, his eyes turned extremely cold. No one knew better than him where the money came from. Meng Xiaodong grew up in an orphanage. During the winter vacation, he found a job washing dishes. The water in winter was freezing cold, and even wearing rubber gloves was painful. He did it for a month and earned 500 yuan.

Although Meng Ling was on the sidelines, he could feel the pain coming from his body. It can be said that he also suffered for a month. Now that Meng Xiaodong spent [-] in the blink of an eye, and gave it to a hypocrite, he was naturally upset.

Meng Xiaodong finished paying, stepped out of the store, and made a phone call while walking towards the station: "Hi, I'm still on my way, um..."

A gentle male voice came from over there. Meng Ling quickly noticed that his cheeks were burning. This had happened many times before, and he had already calmed down. He listened quietly and sneered in his heart. A hypocrite must have a purpose in approaching you. I didn't expect you It's so easy to cheat.

Meng Xiaodong was cowardly and timid, not a talkative person, so he quickly hung up. He stepped onto the bus, found a seat, and slowly touched his phone with a smile on his face. This domestic phone was given by a hypocrite. Meng Ling felt that They are not as valuable as the newly bought windbreaker, and only Meng Xiaodong regards them as treasures.

The bus arrived at the stop soon, and walking fifty steps forward is the residential area of ​​the hypocrite. The hypocrite's name is Qi Jun, and his family lives outside the city, far from the school. He doesn't like living on campus, so he rents an apartment nearby. Now there are two School is about to start tomorrow, and he came back early.

Qi Jun lives on the second floor. Before Meng Xiaodong could knock on the door, the door opened first. Qi Jun smiled and said, "Come in."

Meng Xiaodong entered the room and handed over the bag in his hand: "...I bought it for you."

Qi Jun reached out to take it, glanced casually, and looked at him with a smile: "Thank you, I like it very much."

Meng Xiaodong raised his head, and instantly met that gentle gaze, his cheeks blushed quickly, he lowered his head hurriedly, his heart was pounding, Meng Ling saw Qi Jun's eyes in the brief meeting of eyes, and couldn't help but his heart sank. A cold and arrogant look, as if looking at an ant.

After being awakened half a year ago, the first thing he saw was the face of the hypocrite. At that time, Meng Xiaodong and Qi Jun had just met. Even if Qi Jun conceals it well, he can still see the meaning deep in his eyes.

Meng Xiaodong is far less sharp than Meng Ling, not to mention he doesn't dare to look at people, so naturally he can't see it, but Meng Ling thinks that even if he can't see it through, at least he needs to use his brain. Take the windbreaker as an example. Just now, Qi Jun didn't look at it carefully at all. , a completely perfunctory attitude, and Meng Xiaodong is an orphan and is in short supply. If Qi Jun really cared about him, he would at least ask where the money came from, but he didn't ask, obviously he didn't take Meng Xiaodong to heart.

Qi Jun didn't know that he had been spotted by someone, so he asked Meng Xiaodong to sit on the sofa and put the melon and fruit snacks on the coffee table: "I'll clean up the house, and then we'll go eat."

Meng Xiaodong got up: "I...I will help you."

Qi Jun smiled dotingly: "No, there are not many things, just sit obediently."

Meng Xiaodong had no choice but to be obedient, and chased after Qi Jun uncontrollably, the latter vaguely sensed, looked at him, and smiled softly, he lowered his head hastily, his heart beat faster, and his ears buried in the tips of his hair were also red, The two of them didn't speak for a while, Meng Xiaodong looked at him occasionally, his eyes were full of nostalgia, he was silent for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Is your grandpa feeling better?"

"It's getting better," Qi Jun said with a smile, "Thank you for your help."

"No, I can help you, I... I'm very happy."

His voice was getting lower and lower. Qi Jun didn't know if he heard it. Even if he heard it, he probably wouldn't care. Meng Ling was a little distracted after they mentioned it.

Qi Jun's grandfather is seriously ill and needs traditional Chinese medicine. It happens that there is such a medicine on a hill outside the city, so the two often go to pick it. Can it be cured?In particular, they walked separately every time, and gathered again after picking. Qi Jun's backpack was always tightly pulled, and it was completely unclear whether he picked or not.

He knew that Qi Jun approached Meng Xiaodong for a purpose, and he thought about two possible reasons, one is that the herbal medicine is precious and it is against the law to pull it up, and the other is that the herbal medicine is grown by others, no matter which one, Qi Jun wants Meng Xiaodong to take the blame , but they didn't meet anyone every time they went, who would know if they really broke the law?But if you don't think so, there is nothing suspicious, so the problem is still with the herbs.

While thinking, the door suddenly opened, and a girl with a suitcase came in: "Cousin, I..." She said for a while, then glanced at Meng Xiaodong, "Why are you here?"

Although Qi Jun is proud, at least he knows how to hide it, but this girl doesn't know how to restrain herself at all. It is a kind of extreme contempt. Her studies are mediocre, but her looks are passable, so what's so crazy about her?

Meng Xiaodong met her gaze, shook his body, and hurriedly lowered his head, knowing that she hated him all the time, and now he was a little restless, Meng Ling's eyes moved with his body, and he was forced to follow him to look at the ground, especially uncomfortable.

The second goal of his life at this stage: to find out Qi Jun's purpose as soon as possible, and then find an opportunity to give the couple a hard meal, and then throw a few catties of rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes on them. Can be so proud.

Qi Jun stopped and explained a few words. The girl was surprised: "Are you going to eat with him?"

The word "he" is accentuated, implying that Qi Jun is too cheap, Meng Xiaodong can't help lowering his head again, Meng Ling sneers, Qi Jun and Meng Xiaodong haven't seen each other for more than a month, Qi Jun naturally feels Cultivate feelings properly so that you can continue to use them in the future.

Qi Jun was still very gentle: "I'll tell you when I come back, the study room is vacant, you can see what else is missing."

"You..." the girl was angry, "I just came back, and you're going to throw me out with him?"

"...that," Meng Xiaodong got up bravely, the girl is Qi Jun's relative, he didn't want her to hate him so much, "I... I still have something to do, so I won't eat today."

Qi Jun was silent for a moment, nodded, and sent him downstairs: "She has been spoiled since she was a child, and she has a bad temper, don't worry about it."

"……fine."

"Then let's eat next time," Qi Jun approached him with a smile, "when we are alone."

His tone was a little playful, Meng Xiaodong's heart trembled, blood rushed up, red up to the neck, he hummed softly, and left quickly, Meng Ling was very calm, didn't think about it at all, the two had been alone for half a year There are many opportunities, but he only held hands three times, and each time did not exceed 2 minutes. He dared to bet his life that it was because Qi Jun hated Meng Xiaodong.

Because of the ambiguity in Meng Xiaodong's words, the depression just now was swept away, but at this moment the phone rang, and it was Qi Jun written on it, and he picked it up with a smile: "Hello?"

"It's me," the girl said coldly, "I warn you to stay away from him in the future, he is mine."

Meng Xiaodong was stunned: "But you..."

"What? Didn't he tell you that our two families are family friends, that's why I call him cousin. In fact, there is no blood relationship at all?"

Meng Xiaodong stopped suddenly, his mind went blank.

"Don't pester him anymore, a mere mortal still wants to..." The girl paused and hung up immediately, presumably Qi Jun had gone back.

A mere mortal...Meng Ling was silent, listen, his self-confidence is so high that he has nerve problems.

Meng Xiaodong stood there in a daze, motionless. Meng Ling had already seen that the two of them were tricky, so it was not surprising at all, but Meng Xiaodong was too stupid to hear the news suddenly. Well, the information says that if stimulated, multiple personalities may switch.

It took Meng Xiaodong a long time to leave. After this episode, he was depressed all day long, tossing and turning at night, and took a long time to fall asleep. Perhaps he was really stimulated. Meng Ling opened his eyes shortly after he fell asleep. Sit up, move your fingers, inhale instantly, he finally came out again!

He dressed quickly and was about to go to the Internet cafe to look up information. The road was a bit remote, and it was early in the morning, so there were no pedestrians at all. He put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly forward. Then he suddenly felt something and raised his head in surprise.

The Lantern Festival is approaching, the moonlight is very bright tonight, and the stars are full of stars, but there is a cloud above the head that is faintly flashing with lightning, as if it is about to thunder, he observes for a while, and continues to walk calmly, and then he sees a man a year or two older than him at the corner The [-]-year-old boy is sitting cross-legged on the curb.

Sensing his approach, the boy opened his eyes suddenly, with undisguised shock on his face.

Meng Ling's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that this kind of deja vu seemed familiar. When he saw Qi Jun after being awakened, the hypocrite also had this expression. Although it lasted for a short time, he would never forget it, because it was the only time the hypocrite changed his face since he met him.

Boy: "You..."

He hadn't finished speaking when he heard a roar, and a thunderbolt struck his head straight, his face turned pale immediately.

Meng Ling: "..."

juvenile:"……"

The boy's lips moved, and he stared at him resentfully.

Meng Ling had no expression on his face, but he was deeply shocked in his heart. It is a scene that people rarely encounter in their entire lives. He was able to see someone being struck by lightning so closely and intuitively. It is so miraculous and shocking. So much so that before he came back to his senses, he subconsciously opened his mouth: "...There is no smoke."

juvenile:"……"