she really hates

"Meng Xi, Meng Xi! Are you okay?!"

Someone shouted anxiously beside her ear, and Meng Xi clutched her swollen forehead, feeling dizzy and dazzled with white light in front of her eyes.

The soles of her feet were weak, and she let the man help her to sit beside her.

brain buzzing...

A lot of strange, completely different information from her memory squeezed in.

Meng Xi had a splitting headache and shook his head, but it caused a churn in his stomach.

His sight returned to normal for a moment, and the handsome, disheveled man beside him was holding a mobile phone, his mouth kept opening and closing.

She managed to regain her sobriety: "The exhibition..."

The man's reply seemed to be separated by a glass cover, which was vague: "I've convinced you, sister, I'm still thinking about the exhibition at this moment! It's our fate if we don't die, don't move around, the ambulance is coming soon..."

He chattered on and said something else, the voice fell into Meng Xi's ears, but it became more and more distant...

She couldn't hold on and lost consciousness.

Meng Hee realizes this is a dream.

In the dark and lightless space, a thick book was floating in front of her, and the pages began to flip automatically without wind.

There are densely packed words printed on the pages of the book, and Meng Xi can only catch a glimpse of fragments of unclear meaning when flipping quickly.And some parts broke away from the book and turned into ink lines, circled around her twice, and rushed straight to her forehead——

"...!"

Meng Xi saw himself wearing a high school uniform, standing in front of the back school gate, stubbornly pulling a certain boy's arm.

The boy turned his head, and the familiar face was her hair boy, Han Yuming.

"Is it over?"

Han Yuming clicked his tongue heavily, and shook her off impatiently: "How many times have I told you, don't bother me! What era is it, and you are still talking about family marriage contracts? You live in the last century? "

...? ? ?

Meng Xi couldn't believe it.

Leaving aside the content, Han Yuming is so courageous that he dares to talk to her like that? ?

She reflexively wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

The other "Meng Xi" had red eyes, bit his lip and watched him walk across the road, laughed and cursed at the bad boy group on the other side who was riding a motorcycle and poking around, and it was blown away like the wind.

When passing by "Meng Xi", someone even whistled to her in a low voice.

Meng Xi: "..."

She sneered.

Underage driving without a license, waiting for a fine and detention!Don't let Dad save you then.

Meng Xi really wanted to take out his mobile phone on the spot and act as an enthusiastic citizen to report to the police.

It's a pity that the "she" in the dream didn't have such a good habit, not only that, she also lowered her head and shed two tears, turned a blind eye to Meng Xi who was holding her breath, and turned back to school.

The picture suddenly spread out, and the colorful light spots entangled and converged, transforming into another scene.

It was still a place Meng Xi was familiar with - her classroom in high school.

The students in my memory all sat in their seats, and occasionally someone spoke in a low voice.Meng Xi looked back, and there were watercolor paints under the half-painted blackboard newspaper, and "Meng Xi" was sitting in the last row flipping through textbooks.

There were two footsteps in the corridor, one heavy and one light, the people who were still talking shut their mouths immediately and lowered their heads to read, the classroom was completely silent.

Meng Xi has never been afraid of the teacher since she was a child, let alone now she is dreaming, she looked towards the door openly——

The morning light is bright, and the flying dust is floating.

A young girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, graceful and graceful, with a flawless white dress, walked in behind the teacher.

Meng Xi was startled, and his eyes could not help but focus on her.

——Song Zhiyi.

The girl was holding a chalk and writing her name on the blackboard. The writing on the blackboard was as gentle and graceful as herself.Her black hair was tied into a ponytail, and the ends of her hair brushed the back of her neck lightly. The face she turned around had a bit of baby fat, adding a bit of softness and childishness.

Her smile is also gentle and gentle, like the spring light scattered all over the ground: "My name is Song Zhiyi. The south wind knows what I want, and the 'Zhiyi' who blows dreams to Xizhou."

In fact, she doesn't need to introduce herself, Meng Xi forgets that no one will forget this high school rival!

Song Zhiyi transferred here during the second half of Meng Xi's second year of high school.

She is beautiful and has a gentle personality. Meng Xi didn't dislike her at first, and even wanted to make friends with her.

But Song Zhiyi didn't know what was going on, on the surface he was happy to be close to her, but secretly he always targeted her intentionally or unintentionally.

Meng Xi just felt baffled.

She is not someone who is willing to suffer. After a few times, she broke up with Song Zhiyi in public. Since then, the two have officially met. Their grades are better than their appearance. There is nothing incomparable.

Even sports would give the class a lot of points——Song Zhiyi was not good at sports, so she contributed articles to the radio station, and praised Meng Xi in more than a dozen articles, which could be called pearls and true feelings, which made Meng Xi almost disgusted. Take a tumble on the court.

All these things, Meng Xi remembered more clearly than what happened yesterday.What's more, later...

Meng Xi's chest rose and fell, and he stared at her closely.

However, in the dream she couldn't speak, and Song Zhiyi couldn't see her either.As Song Zhiyi stepped off the podium, the two passed each other, and the scene collapsed.

At this moment, Meng Xi never expected that there would be something more unpleasant than meeting a rival in a dream but being ignored.

——She switched scenes one by one, watching "her own" life.

Here, "Meng Xi" fell in love with her childhood sweetheart, Han Yuming, her fiancé since childhood.

But Han Yuming was probably blind, he didn't like her, and he didn't want to fulfill any family engagement.After rejecting her countless times, "Meng Xi" still has no self-esteem at all. He insists on sticking his hot face to his cold ass, and follows Han Yuming even if he can't be pushed away.

Until Song Zhiyi transferred to another school.

The campus love story begins, and the pure and beautiful school bully Xiao Hua and the bad boy leader quickly fall in love.

The beautiful "Meng Xi" not only failed to get love, but was also rendered useless by Song Zhiyi's brilliance. Jealousy drove her to target Song Zhiyi like crazy, framed her in every possible way, and did all kinds of bad things.

Of course, her plot will be seen through, and in the end the matter will be exposed and her reputation will be ruined. She still refuses to stop and finds someone to kidnap and kidnap Song Zhiyi. "Xi" was sent to prison, and he suppressed the Meng family in business, causing the Meng family to go bankrupt...

The last scene was at the stairs facing the playground. The sun was scorching outside. "Meng Xi" sat in the shadow of the corridor in embarrassment. Song Zhiyi was protected by Han Yuming and looked at her indifferently.

Han Yuming said disgustedly: "Meng Xi, I warn you..."

Meng Xi didn't finish listening.

She hated that iron could not be made into steel, and woke up in a fit of anger—why is it so useless!It's fine to use cheap tricks, even if you do some bad things, why don't you go catch sheep on the green grassland? !

She would never admit that "Meng Xi" was herself!

This dream was too realistic and too aggrieved, and Meng Xi got a headache from anger.

She woke up and saw an unfamiliar white wall. She wanted to sit up, but suddenly felt dizzy and vomited. Someone hurriedly supported her and asked something in a soft tone.

It took Meng Xi a while to realize that the man was comforting her in English and asking her about her condition.

The tip of his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant, Meng Xi endured the discomfort and turned his head. He was in the ward, and he still had an IV in his hand.

The woman talking by the hospital bed was brown-haired and blue-eyed, with a high nose and deep eyes. She was not someone she knew, nor did she look like a doctor or nurse. Someone should have hired the nurse...

Meng Xi remembered.

Before she fell into a coma, she came to country A to participate in an electronic entertainment exhibition with Han Yuming. Unfortunately, she encountered a terrorist attack at the airport and knocked her head.Now it seems that luck is nothing serious...

Han Yuming.Meng Xi remembered that there was such a person, so he couldn't take care of his forehead and suddenly jumped: "Where is my companion?"

The nurse said: "Mr. Han's leg was injured and he is resting in the next ward."

Just hurt, and that's okay.Meng Xi heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately remembered that suffocating dream, his anger was still pressing in his chest, and he wished he could get out of bed and beat him up.

But she felt dizzy and nauseous just by sitting up, so she temporarily gave up this unreasonable anger.After the doctor came to do a basic examination, he picked up his mobile phone and reported his safety to the family.

Han Yuming helped her contact the Meng family.At this moment, Mrs. Meng has already boarded a private flight to fly here. Meng Xi contacted Meng's father and sister, chatted a few words, and replied one by one to the news of relatives and friends, as well as work reports...

Meng Xi's head throbbed with pain, and the dream he had just now played back clearly in his mind.

Especially the last scene, the singing of cicadas in midsummer, the playground under the scorching sun, in the shadows beside the stairs... Song Zhiyi's silent eyes kept appearing in front of her eyes.

Neuropathy.

Meng Xi scolded in his heart, but he didn't know who he was scolding.

She was already uncomfortable and upset, and was about to turn off her phone and take a rest, when a Weibo notification popped up: The last stop of Song Zhiyi's world tour concert, the perfect "Northern Wind" amazed the audience!

...Why is she everywhere?

Meng Xi opened it.

There is a video attached to Weibo. In the camera, only black and white piano keys can be seen, as well as flawless hands, short and neatly trimmed nails, white and soft knuckles, slender but not slender.

She pressed her fingers on the keys.

"Winter Wind", also known as "Dry Leaves", is the most difficult piece among Chopin's etudes.Just like the title of the song, "Like a strong wind in winter, it relentlessly rolls the dead leaves into the air, making them dance wildly in the air*".

The prelude is the silence before the cold wind, and after the first four measures, the player's fingertips stopped for a moment——

What broke the brief silence was the first howl of the north wind!

Her right hand fluttered with afterimages, just like the bitter winter wind, howling and rolling up the flowing sound clusters, while her left hand held firm chords, which was an indestructible benchmark in the wind.

Meng Xi doesn't really appreciate classical music very much, but someone in the family likes to listen to it, so he understands it.But for the song "Winter Wind", she clicked on the video, and her heart fluttered along with the tense melody from beginning to end, and she didn't even get distracted at all.

The last note fell, amidst the thunderous applause, the camera zoomed out.

The lights in the concert hall are bright, the back of the performer is as thin and straight as bamboo, the pure white silk dress outlines the graceful waistline, the black hair is scattered softly, covering the snow-white shoulders and neck, she is bathed in the light, she has a kind of unstoppable look Qingyan.

The camera stopped running, and in the last scene, she happened to turn around.

It is the moment when Tan Hua blooms, and it is also the white deer pacing in the cedar forest, looking back inadvertently.

In those clear and soft eyes, there seems to be a reflection of the pure and pure snow color, and a bit of greenness hidden in the vast world.

The video ends abruptly.

The screen gradually darkened, Meng Xi came back to his senses, met his dazed gaze, and slowly let go of his held breath.