Refinement, masculinity

The third year of junior high school was a crucial semester, and the time was very tight. The school arranged tutoring on Saturdays and only had one day off each week. Therefore, Meng Ling went to Duan's house to sleep for a night, and the next day was the weekend agreed with the hypocrite.

Qi Jun arrived early that day. He first went to the hillside to explore, and after confirming that there was no danger, he stood at the station and waited patiently for him. Two hours later, Meng Ling was still nowhere to be seen. He couldn't help frowning. The crisp ringtone rang, and he took it out to see that it was a text message from Meng Ling, to the effect that something had happened at the orphanage and he would not be there until noon, so he replied "okay" and continued to wait.

Minutes and seconds passed by, and when it was approaching noon, Meng Ling hadn't appeared yet, but Qi Jun's father suddenly called and asked in a deep voice, "Where are you? Go home immediately."

Qi Jun heard the commotion over there, and subconsciously frowned: "I still have something to do here, what's the matter?"

Qi's father was silent for a while, and simply explained: "Go and finish your business first, and be right back."

Qi Jun looked at the phone that was hung up, and was thinking about whether to call Meng Ling, but he saw another text message from him, saying that the dean insisted on pulling him to talk, as if he had something to tell him, and he would not be able to sit down until later. Car, he cursed inwardly for trouble, but still responded with a good temper.

He estimated the time from the orphanage to the suburbs. After waiting for more than two hours, his patience was exhausted. He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number. Seeing that there was no answer on the other end, he thought about it, and thought that he might be in the car so he couldn’t hear it. So he was a little dissatisfied and continued to wait. After another hour passed, he dialed again.

Listening to the familiar ringtone, Meng Ling imagined the picture of the hypocrite standing stupidly from the morning to three in the afternoon, satisfied, and finally answered, "Hello?"

Qi Jun's voice was as gentle as ever, without any anger: "Xiaodong, where are you, I..."

"Meng Ling."

Qi Jun was startled, not knowing why: "Huh?"

"My name is Meng Ling, and I'm a second personality. I've been watching dramas since you met Meng Xiaodong. I said amnesia was just to tease you," Meng Ling said indifferently, "Thank you for your cooperation during this time. I succeeded in making Meng Xiaodong give up."

Qi Jun was startled for a moment: "...what did you say?"

"You understand what I'm saying, you play him, I play you, you can act to him, I can act to you, it's fair, isn't it, how does it feel to be played and deceived?"

Qi Jun was caught off guard by the sudden situation, his brain went blank for a moment, and his heart was extremely horrified and extremely angry. As long as he thought that what he had done in the past two months was just a joke in the eyes of this person, it was like being severely beaten by someone. Like a slap in the face, his forehead twitched, suppressing the turbulent emotions: "I..."

"You wanted to say that you were acting at first, but then you found out that you really liked me, let me give you another chance," Meng Ling interrupted him, and asked flatly, "Is it?"

Qi Jun choked.

"You are like a clown," Meng Ling's voice was slightly mocking, "I feel really sad and pitiful for you."

Qi Jun: "..."

"Don't struggle. If you confessed that you are a monk early on, I will barely believe that you are still a little sincere. It's a pity."

"...What?" Qi Jun's face changed slightly, and a thought flashed in his mind. This is not the second personality, but the spirit of Qi.

"You're thinking that I might be a tool spirit, that's why you know about it, right?" Meng Ling said calmly, "Actually, it's not. If you want to know the answer, you can ask your dear cousin. If you hadn't spared no energy and persevered in stimulating Meng Xiaodong, I wouldn't have succeeded in obtaining a body."

Xiaorong?Qi Jun was annoyed, that woman is really busy!He took a deep breath, knowing that it was useless to say anything now, he thought this person was blaming him for deceiving his feelings, but he didn't expect to know about monks, no wonder this person was so sure that he was deceiving, Looking back on his recent actions, he felt that he was really like a clown. He was slapped hard on the face again, and his face was extremely ugly.

"By the way, I have something to tell you. You'd better go home," Meng Ling said. "Your character is not very good, but your skin is good. There are many idiots who like you in school. I told them that you He is a very filial person. He will take care of your grandpa at home on weekends. After a little encouragement, they decided to bring a gift to visit your seriously ill grandpa today. They said they would give you a surprise. I hope your grandpa sees it. They will be happy when they understand their purpose."

Qi Jun: "..."

"I understand their intentions, especially some of the girls, who have long disliked me, and probably will unintentionally reveal that you got a good-for-nothing boy at school. I think that according to the general situation, your Parents should be very angry, remember to explain it together when you go home, I wish you good luck."

Qi Jun: "..."

"That's it. I'm done with Meng Xiaodong's account. As for whether he will come out in the future, I don't know. The only thing I'm sure of is that he won't forgive you. You'd better not provoke him again," Meng Ling said. With a serious tone, he paused word by word, "Qi Jun, from now on we will not owe anyone, please do it yourself, goodbye."

Qi Jun put down the phone, took out his saber and went straight to the school without saying a word, since he had already broken through, he stopped acting, and simply took the magic weapon today, he rushed to the dormitory, found no one, thought for a while, He rushed to the orphanage, but the result was that he was taken away by his relatives. He didn't know where he went. He didn't ask carefully, because he knew that such a coincidence would not happen, so there was no accident. The so-called relatives included those registered above. The names were all fake, and he couldn't find anything useful.

He subconsciously wanted to take out his cell phone to call, but suddenly thought that Meng Ling would definitely not answer, and even if he did, he would not tell him his current location... He couldn't help but close his eyes. This was the first time he had been tricked like this since he was a child. After froze for a long while, he smashed the phone hard, and the self-control that he was always proud of was completely scrapped.

Meng Ling went to the orphanage with Duan Cheng this morning, accompanied by a person who was found temporarily, in order to act as his relative, and went through the formalities by the way, so that the dean would not be anxious because of his disappearance in the future.

He has been watching theaters since he woke up, and Meng Xiaodong doesn't go back to the orphanage much, but even so he can see that the dean is a good person and takes good care of Meng Xiaodong, so he wants to donate a sum to the orphanage money.

He earned this money by ordering Duan Cheng to sell cold marrow grass recently. He only sold a few plants and kept the others. When he came to the door, he would sincerely apologize and find a way to repay it. If he could keep the secret by chance... It will depend on the situation at that time, after all, no one wants to automatically lead to death.

After finishing all the matters, he returned to Duan's house again. This place occupies a large area. Along the way, he only saw a few people dressed as servants, but no other members of the Duan family. Duan Cheng saw his doubts and patiently explained: " They all have their own business to do, what you saw last night was only part of it, and part of it was either in retreat or couldn’t come back because of something.”

Meng Ling nodded, thinking that there are so many people in their family.

Duan Cheng followed him step by step and took him around happily. Meng Ling squinted his eyes slightly. Even though he had seen the whole picture yesterday, he still couldn't help admiring when he actually went shopping. The buildings of Duan's house have a strong Chinese style. There are all kinds of pavilions, unique shapes and elegant atmosphere, which are many times better than those scenic spots on TV.

They came to the waterfall in the back mountain unknowingly, and saw the water rushing into the deep pool with a rushing force, making a splashing sound, and covered the surrounding with a layer of moisture. Meng Ling raised his head, ten meters away from the deep pool, beyond the waterfall Three boulders protrude horizontally, and several bamboo buildings are cleverly built on them and connected together based on the boulders. From a distance, they seem to be floating in the air. The wooden stairs bypass the waterfall and lead to the ground in a zigzag way. , as if making a silent invitation.

He watched intently: "It's so close to the waterfall, isn't it noisy?"

"You can set up an enchantment."

Meng Ling responded, looking at the greenness in the white spray, praised: "This place is really nice."

"That's right, you can make love with your daughter-in-law. Once the atmosphere is good, you can fall asleep if you succeed."

"..." Meng Ling said, "In an elegant place, please try not to be so vulgar, thank you."

Duan Chengte looked at him innocently: "I didn't say the original words."

Meng Ling: "..."

Do people in your family want to be so insane? !

Duan Cheng still wanted to explain a few more words, but he suddenly gasped and looked at the small building. Meng Ling followed his line of sight and turned his head. At first glance, it was found that someone had fallen from the window and looked as if he had been kicked out of the house.

This man was wearing a fiery red windbreaker, even the ends of his hair were dyed a little red, which stood out against the light-colored background. Meng Ling immediately recognized that he was Duan Cheng's third uncle. He had seen him in the main hall yesterday. He is very handsome, with a domineering aura on his body, like a natural concentrator, which leaves a deep impression on people.

At this moment, he was falling rapidly, but he didn't panic. With a casual move, a heavy sword floated in the air in an instant. He was about to step on it, when he heard a lazy voice above his head: "I see you dare Fly up and try!"

He paused, holding the sword silently, and fell straight into the deep pool, splashing water more than two meters high with a plop.

Meng Ling: "..."

Meng Ling hadn't recovered from this scene, when he suddenly saw a flash of white light, and the whole deep pool was covered with a thick layer of ice in an instant. .

Meng Ling: "..."

Is it really impossible to die?Meng Ling was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head, there was a person standing by the window just now, his outstretched hand hadn't been fully retracted, obviously he was the one who made the big move, he glanced at them, and jumped out while leaning on the window sill, at the same time Two streams of water flew from the waterfall, and they quickly gathered in the air to form a square platform. He used them as a fulcrum to jump off.

His bangs are very long, and he has a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes. He wears a tight T-shirt, slacks, and high shoes. He looks suave and suave, with a special taste. The top is a V-neck, and a little bit can be clearly seen on the exposed collarbone. He didn't care about the hickey marks, even with some wet water on them, and looked at them with a smile.

Duan Cheng was very calm from the beginning to the end, seeing him coming now, he happily pulled his wife forward: "Third Aunt, you are back."

Ye Yangchen hummed, and looked at Meng Ling: "You must be Xiao Ling."

"Hello, senior." Meng Ling greeted politely, thinking that the appearance of these people is too deceptive, who knows how old this person is, so calling him this way is not wrong.

"Hello," Ye Yangchen put his hand on his head and said with a smile, "It really is Fenglinggen, and my brother is also Fenglinggen."

Duan Cheng instantly understood what he meant, his face changed slightly, and he blurted out: "The big apprentice who is the head of the sect?!"

Meng Ling glanced at him and saw that his expression was tangled, mixed with worry and joy, and he didn't understand why.

Ye Yangchen nodded, and was about to continue talking when he heard obvious vibrations from the ice surface. He waved his hand, and the water of the waterfall quickly condensed into a huge ice cube in the air. Someone re-shot it.

Meng Ling: "..."