she really hates

Do you want to go?

A few days later, Meng Xi really received the music festival tickets from Song Zhiyi, and she sat in the front row four times in a row, covering her family of four.

Although Meng's father didn't need others to give it to him at all, he had a much wider network than Song Zhiyi in this regard, so he got it long ago.

The exquisitely designed ticket was a thin sheet in his hand, Meng Xi held it up and looked at it for a while, Sprite, who was squatting next to him, probably thought it was for fun, tilted his head, and suddenly rushed over.

"Don't make trouble..."

Dogs can't hear people when they want to be naughty.Meng Xi raised his hand, and while teasing it, he uncontrollably thought of Song Zhiyi, who had a subtle attitude.

"Hope you can come"...

whispering sound.

Song Zhiyi hopes, so does she have to go?If Song Zhiyi made a gesture of favor, would she, Meng Xi, have to accept it?

What did you do six years ago...

There is a call coming in on the mobile phone, and the caller ID is Su Yuan.Meng Xi put down the ticket, answered the phone with one hand, and pressed Sprite's fluffy dog's head with the other, pressing it on his lap to prevent it from bouncing around.

"Hey?"

"..."

There was no sound.

Meng Xi moved the phone to look at the call page, it was connected, and did not touch mute by mistake.

But no one spoke.

"Su Yuan?" Meng Xi raised his heart and became a little anxious, "Is it you? Why don't you speak?"

There was a very light inhalation sound during the call.

"Hee Hee..."

It was Su Yuan's voice.She lost her usual stability and softness, and there was a hint of confusion in her voice, as well as suppressed unknown emotions, "I may... Maybe, I will be able to return to China soon."

Meng Xi didn't know why at first.

In the third year of high school, Su Yuan was injured and her legs were disabled. At the beginning, she couldn't accept the facts at all, and was extremely depressed, and even gave up the college entrance examination.

Later, she went abroad for treatment, and under the guidance of a psychiatrist, her condition gradually stabilized during her recuperation. Meng Xi helped her contact foreign universities through her relationship with the Meng family, allowing her to continue her studies.

These years, Su Yuan has been abroad for medical treatment and study, but no one has restricted her activities. It is impossible to talk about "whether she can" return to China. Instead, she always said that it is inconvenient to travel. Even if there is a holiday, she has never come back...

Meng Xi was stunned.

Because of a certain possibility she thought of, her heart suddenly jumped wildly, and she unknowingly relaxed her hand holding Sprite.

Sprite, who kept whining, was suddenly released, and bit her palm lightly in a vengeful retaliation.Meng Xi was slobbered, but he couldn't react and took his hand away.

Neither side spoke for a long time.

Meng Xi didn't quite dare to ask: "...Is that what I think it means?"

Su Yuan burst into laughter, and her voice started to choke with a smile: "...Yes, it should be. The new treatment method, the doctor said that there is an 80.00% probability, and said that my legs have maintained good condition over the years. It should be easier to exercise, I can’t do too much exercise in the future, normal walking is no problem..."

"Hee Hee, I didn't expect, I really didn't expect this day to come, I have already given up, I thought I would be inseparable from a wheelchair for the rest of my life, I accepted..."

Su Yuan talked a lot incoherently, and Meng Xi kept listening until she slowly calmed down from the unbelievable joy.

"...Thank you all these years, Xixi."

"You don't need to thank me." Meng Xi was finally able to say this, "We are friends. And I am also responsible for what happened back then..."

Su Yuan interrupted her: "That's not the case."

"It's not just you..." Su Yuan paused and said, "It's also not your responsibility to know. This time it won't be so smooth without her help... I want to talk about this matter when you come back from country A , but the result was still uncertain at that time, so I didn’t tell you.”

Meng Xi froze for a moment.

Su Yuan finally begged her: "Don't make things difficult for her because of this, okay? Just get along like ordinary people you know..."

Meng Xi responded vaguely.

After she hung up the phone, she picked up the tickets for the music festival again.Looking at it like this, the cursive English on it looks like joyful flying notes.

"Get along with people you know normally"... It would be nice if it could be done so simply.

Meng Xi thought about Su Yuan's words.

During the time she came back from Country A, Su Yuan found a cure that was expected to recover. By such a coincidence, Song Zhiyi, whom she had not seen for six years, also appeared in front of her.

——It would be unrealistic to say that Meng Xi didn't have any knots about Su Yuan.

Even though it was an accident, even though Song Zhiyi wasn't responsible.But as long as Su Yuan continues to bear the consequences, this matter will never pass.

Meng Xi waited for Song Zhiyi's apology.

But if Song Zhiyi apologized, can they continue to communicate without any grievances?Meng Xi himself is not sure.

Did Song Zhiyi think the same way... So she ran away, and escaped for six years, until she managed to recover as much as she could, and then she reappeared and made up by beating around the bush.

... Could it be so?

There are too many lessons learned from the past, and Meng Xi always reminds himself not to think too well of her when facing Song Zhiyi.

However, this kind of warning is always declared useless.

Meng Xi finally squeezed out a day of free time to attend the music festival.

Father Meng and Mrs. Meng also went, but Father Meng was not willing to take her, a layman, to play, so Mrs. Meng and Mrs. Meng arrived earlier, so they waited first.

Meng Xi was delayed by something, so he was stuck on the spot.

The venue of the Winter Music Festival is a famous castle manor with a long history. It is said that it is the resident palace of some generation of emperors.

But the specific location is not in the castle, but by a crescent-shaped lake in the manor.

The lake is clear and quiet, a semi-circular stage is built on the side where it bends in, and a fan-shaped auditorium is on the opposite side.

Although it's a winter music festival, it's not yet the low temperature season, so it won't be cold if you sit outside in two more coats.

Meng Xi showed her ticket, and a waiter took her to a seat.

She didn't sit with Meng's father and Mrs. Meng, and she didn't use the ticket Song Zhiyi gave her—Han Yuming changed it with her before she came.

It is said that Mr. He Muyun and Mr. He wanted to bring Ms. He with him, and Han Yuming wanted to follow, but he didn't have a ticket for a seat, and there were elders sitting nearby, so it was difficult for the two young lovers to talk.

He cares so much about Ms. He, and Meng Xi is happy to see the result, but also confused—could the hero and heroine be separated by a blind date?

She didn't think about this problem, so she simply didn't think about it.It happened that two of the four tickets were sent out, and two were kept, so they changed places with Han Yuming.

However, when he arrived at the scene, Meng Xi suddenly discovered a problem—in this way, Mr. He was sitting next to her!

Mr. He obviously still remembered her, and smiled kindly: "It's a little girl from the Meng family."

Meng Xi: "..."

There are many familiar faces around her but she can't name them. They are basically seniors who have enjoyed a long-standing reputation in the music world.

Sitting here, Meng Xi felt like he was mixed into a pile of cranes... It can't be called a duck, but a swan, anyway, it's just a different species, and it doesn't fit in.

She hung Han Yuming up and beat him a hundred times in her heart.

I didn't hit [-] times because the music festival started.

At this time, it was transitioning from evening to night, and the sky was a beautiful blue-purple, dotted with a few residual stars.

As soon as the surrounding lampposts were extinguished, the venue immediately became dark.Only the stage on the other side is bright blue like glass, like a calm sea under a clear sky.

However, after a while, the lake surface of the crescent moon also gradually lit up. I don’t know what kind of lamps were installed under it, making the whole lake rippling with water waves, shining brightly, and accompanying the stage, like two crystal and magnificent gemstones.

There is a white piano in the center of the stage, reflecting the light like it is carved from white jade.

Meng Xi had a premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, the performer came onto the stage, it was Song Zhiyi.

The two sides were not too close, and Meng Xi couldn't see her expression clearly, but in that white fishtail dress, the pearly light could be seen from a distance, overflowing with brilliance.

She was sitting on the piano bench, her black hair was scattered, and her figure was soft and slim, like a little mermaid hanging her tail on the reef amidst the surging tide.

The piano sounded.

Song Zhiyi played Chopin's "Calm Andante and Magnificent Polonaise".

The night is clear and the wind is clear, the lake is quiet and there are no waves. The Andante part in front of it is in perfect contrast with this moment, making it inevitable for people to immerse themselves in it.And the music gradually led the audience into the Polonaise dance in the latter part, as if they were really stepping on the dance steps and turning up the skirts in a gorgeous and splendid ball.

At the end of the song, the audience burst into applause.

The smile on Mr. He's face was very sincere and kind.

Meng Xi turned a corner and remembered - Song Zhiyi seemed to have been Mr. He's student, right?

Sensing her gaze, Mr. He turned slightly to his side and asked softly, "What do you think?"

Meng Xi: "Huh?"

No way, do you have to listen to the post-review homework on the spot?When Meng Xi was a child, Meng's father caught her and took a few classical music appreciation classes, but she was really not talented, and the class was canceled after a few escapes.

She began to think about her words on the spot, trying not to look so uneducated, so that she would be nagged by Meng's father when she went back.

Mr. He seemed to see it, and couldn't help laughing: "Just tell me what you think, don't be so serious."

"...It sounds very good."

When she said that, Meng Xi expressed it honestly, after thinking about it, she added, "I quite like it."

"Well, that's good. If you like it, she must be very happy."

"..."

she?who?Song Zhiyi?

Meng Xi looked back at the stage, Song Zhiyi was gone, and the piano was moved behind the scenes by the staff.

She recalled Song Zhiyi's appearance on stage just now, and had to admit that she was too dazzling from the moment she sat in front of the piano.

Dazzling, beautiful and soft, it is the moonlight that can shine in the dark night and the pearl that lights up the deep sea.

Song Zhiyi, a world-renowned classical pianist at a young age, has probably received countless flowers and applause.

Would she still be happy with such an ordinary compliment?

Meng Xi thought, no way.