she really hates

Between Meng Xi and Song Zhiyi, there was a struggle between you and me, and the most intense stage was the autumn sports meeting in the third year of high school.

In order to overwhelm the other party, the legend of Meng Xi's decathlon is still admired in the school forum, and Song Zhiyi did not win, but Meng Xi did not please her——Eighteen broadcasts of her sincerity and literary talent The manuscript was widely circulated, and people who didn't know why thought they had a good relationship.

During that time, as long as Meng Xi heard the relevant words and saw similar sentences, he couldn't even eat, which was called killing people.

They clashed with each other for a round, and they were all seriously injured. In addition to preparing for the final exam, they could only calm down and take a short rest.Although meeting with each other is still inevitable, but nothing major happened.

During this tacit truce period, Meng Xi had something to go out on a certain holiday, and met Song Zhiyi by such a coincidence.

Maybe it can't be counted as meeting.

The autumn wind was rustling, and the drizzle was like a curtain. Meng Xi was passing a certain street in the car. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a white shadow on the side of the street through the car window covered with raindrops.

For another person, it would be impossible to tell the difference between men, women, and children at such a hasty glance.

But Meng Xi didn't even have a deep impression on Song Zhiyi, but it was unforgettable, not to mention the shadow, Meng Xi would recognize her even if she turned into ashes!

Immediately, she was shocked, and within minutes, Han Yuming who was waiting for her appointment was forgotten, and hurriedly asked the driver to stop.

That white shadow was indeed Song Zhiyi.

On a rainy day in late autumn, she was wearing only a thin white lace nightdress, squatting under the mottled signboards of department stores and supermarkets to hide from the rain, holding a half-eaten bread in her hand.

It is not as elegant and beautiful as usual, and it is spotless, only the rain-stained hair and the skirt that fell into the sewage.Abandoned Coke boxes were piled high around him, and the once bright red was covered with a layer of dust in the rain.

She also lost her usual gentleness and composure on her face, she looked at the pattering rain absently, she was clearly trapped here, but her expression was a kind of indifference.

So embarrassed?

Meng Xi instantly lost the drowsiness of staying up all night, and was full of energy - a great opportunity is right in front of him, how can he miss it!

She took out the mirror and began to organize her description, making sure that even a strand of hair was neat.

Although Song Zhiyi was a bit embarrassed, she was good-looking but she took advantage of it. The exquisite European-style retro-style nightgown made her look like a princess in distress who ran out of a castle even if she was squatting in front of a department store.

However, even the princess is in trouble!

Meng Xi made a special trip out to play, not to mention the perfect preparation, at least she had dressed up meticulously.

She has already planned in her heart how to appear glamorously on the stage, eclipse the down-and-out Song Zhiyi, and then extend a helping hand to the opponent who is in trouble, and crush Song Zhiyi's brilliance from the inside out... ...convince her, huh.

Especially the first sentence you speak, you must take the lead and grasp the situation of the battle.

Meng Xi felt that the plan was foolproof, got out of the car with an umbrella, and walked to the door of the department store. When he was about to enter the door, he seemed to see Song Zhiyi next to him, and his tone was half surprised and half casual: "Song Zhiyi? Why are you here?"

This lofty attitude is not infuriating.

But unexpectedly, Song Zhiyi raised his eyes and looked over, but he didn't answer the conversation with his usual impeccable smile, and he didn't even stand up.

She just said, "It has nothing to do with you."

Meng Xi: "..."

Depend on.

Song Zhiyi's tone was very light, his calm eyes swept across Meng Xi's face, and he looked away indifferently.

Encountered this kind of Waterloo at the beginning, Meng Xi has fully understood that she is not suitable for this kind of pretentious plot - now she just wants to curse people openly.

The cold autumn rain didn't stop Meng Xi from being aroused at the moment. She took a step forward, and was about to throw away those false sarcasms, when she accidentally kicked the box under her feet, and a soft meow came from inside.

"Mi woo..."

Meng Xi was taken aback by the sound of a small voice, stepped back quickly, and looked down again.

A brand new white coat was placed inside the half-opened Coke box, and a skinny black kitten looked up in panic. There was half a sausage of ham and bread soaked in water in front of it.

Meng Xi looked at the bread with ham sausage in Song Zhiyi's hand.

Song Zhiyi didn't look at her, and didn't hear the kitten's meowing just now.

Meng Xi's anger suddenly froze.

Mrs. Meng also likes cats. She raised a puppet and watched Meng Xi grow up. She just passed away a while ago.

As a result, Meng Xi now looks at all fluffy and fluffy with empathy and love, and the aggressiveness is gone, but he still has a lot of complaints about Song Zhiyi, criticizing: "Why do you feed this to it? It's not good for its stomach. "

Song Zhiyi finally smiled: "Miss Meng, you are really the King Hui of Jin today. You are almost starved to death. Is there any room for you to choose?"

There was no hiding the sarcasm in her words.

I don't know if it's because Meng Xi smashed into the current scene and broke the pot, or because there is no one else, so he no longer uses the spring-like disguise to cover up his mean nature.

Meng Xi understood that she mocked herself with the allusion of "why not eat minced meat", and was so angry that she choked, but she couldn't refute.

Firstly, what she said before was really thoughtless. Secondly, she had only heard about the Song family's bad debts not long ago, and also knew that Uncle Song who often came to the house... was Song Zhiyi's father.

Meng Xi wasn't sure if the self-mockery in Song Zhiyi's words just now seemed to be nothing but her illusion.

While the two of them were talking, the rain did not slow down, but became heavier and louder. The noisy rain seemed to hit people's hearts.

Meng Xi felt bored, and regretted why she came here to make her unhappy.And Song Zhiyi looked at the time, and suddenly stood up to walk into the rain.

Meng Xi hated himself for being too kind.

She grabbed Song Zhiyi almost reflexively, and asked in surprise, "What are you doing?"

After soaking in the cold air for most of the day, Song Zhiyi's arm was cold, as if he was holding a piece of ice.

Doesn't she feel cold?

What Meng Xi didn't expect was Song Zhiyi's reaction - she hissed in pain and immediately withdrew her hand.

Meng Xi was wronged.Those who didn't know thought she had done something to Song Zhiyi, but she didn't even try!

Is this necessary?She was about to make fun of Song Zhiyi's coquettishness, but when her eyes fell on her hand, she realized something was wrong.

The nightdress Song Zhiyi wore was the kind with long bell sleeves. She couldn't see it when she was squatting before, but when she stood up and the sleeves drooped, it was easy to see the red marks on her arms, one after another, swollen like touching It will break in one go...

Meng Xi was stunned.

This is Song Zhiyi's hand!

The hand of the piano genius Song Zhiyi who has won numerous piano competition awards and was booked by a top music school!

Meng Xi hated her, but those open and secret fights were obviously different from the scars in front of her eyes.

"You... what's the matter?"

"..."

Meng Xi and Song Zhiyi's silent eyes met, and they realized that they had asked a question that crossed the line.

"You don't want to say it."

Breaking through such privacy, Meng Xi was inevitably a little weak. Out of humanitarian concern, she even temporarily put aside her past grievances, "I will stop by the hospital later, you...or else..."

Song Zhiyi lowered his eyes and said expressionlessly, "No need."

Then you don't want your hands?

Meng Xi swallowed the harsh words.She felt that it was too stupid to meddle in the business of her deadly enemy, but her legs were honest and did not move.

Song Zhiyi couldn't wait for her to leave, so he suddenly laughed, not happy, not ridiculed, but closer to accepting his fate helplessly.

She said, "Meng Xi, I don't have the money to go to the hospital."

Meng Xi was speechless for a moment.

Looking at Song Zhiyi's usual appearance, Uncle Song shouldn't have treated her badly... Meng Xi originally thought so, but now he's not sure.

She couldn't believe it, but she had to believe it, and asked with difficulty: "What about your mother? Does she...don't care?"

Song Zhiyi's expression was one of accustomed calmness, he only listened to the voice and was even a little relaxed: "This is the lesson she taught me."

"... What is the lesson?"

"Teach me for being disobedient and not eating at the stipulated time." Song Zhiyi actually smiled, "Today she is more aggressive, so I can only run out."

This passage contains too much information, Meng Xi has nothing to say, and just wants to persuade her to call the police now.

Song Zhiyi went on to say, "Don't stop me. If you don't go back, I won't be able to get in after passing the gate control."

Meng Xi opened his mouth, but in the end he could only say, "...I'll see you off."

Song Zhiyi did not refuse this time.

Meng Xi handed her the umbrella, did not leave immediately, but went into the shop and talked to the boss, and picked up the cardboard box when he came out.

Song Zhiyi held an umbrella and waited for her at the door. She took off her usual gentle and amiable mask, and her thin shadow was quiet and alienated in the rain.

A youkai that wanders in the rain and kills those who are attracted to her... It kind of fits her character.

Song Zhiyi seemed a little surprised to see her holding the box: "Do you want to keep it?"

Meng Xi said: "I've met them all, so it's a pity to leave them here."

Not knowing where this sentence touched her pain point, Song Zhiyi was silent for a moment and said, "Keeping a cat is not that simple. If you pick it up, do you know how to take care of it?"

Her speech today is really stinging.

And she was right, Meng Xi even needed someone to take care of himself, let alone take care of the cat he picked up.

However, Meng Xi didn't need to know it, because she wasn't needed at all.

"You underestimate the power of money." Meng Xi insisted on arguing, "Don't talk about raising a cat well, I can take care of you more than enough."

She thought Song Zhiyi would be angry.

But after Song Zhiyi was slightly stunned, he showed a very faint smile, like a glimmer of light shining through dark clouds.

She said softly: "Then when I have nowhere to go, will you take me in?"

Accompanied by the non-stop rain, the sound was almost covered up.

Meng Xi heard it, and wanted to say why, because you were so proud of pushing me down in the English competition selection?

But facing Shang Song Zhiyi's eyes, those sarcastic words couldn't be said for some reason.

It feels like the wild cat you see every day, baring its teeth and claws at you every time, and suddenly one day it is wet from the rain and comes to ask for a hug...Compared with vigilance or disgust, Meng Xi's first reaction is to be flattered.

How can this be?It is too devoid of human dignity!

Meng Xi struggled for a long time, and said vaguely: "...just force it."

I don't know what kind of answer this is.

Song Zhiyi seemed to understand, smiled slightly, and said in a brisk tone: "Okay...then I will force it."

What are you forcing?

Meng Xi was speechless.

After that, she sent Song Zhiyi home, and sent the little black cat named Coke to the pet hospital for examination.

At that time, she didn't expect that the disease that Coke contracted during the wandering period could not be cured by the power of money.

For a life that is doomed to disappear, trying to save it will only prolong the pain.It seemed to herald that the short-lived friendship between her and Song Zhiyi, which started from a moment of intolerance, ended in dismal ending.

Can a man fall twice into the same pit?

The eyes of the person in front of me overlapped with the girl trapped in the rain in the distant memory for a moment.

Meng Xi looked away.

They stood in the dim entrance, Song Zhiyi's shoulders shone with a hazy light, his texture was delicate, glistening and dizzy.

And the wet long hair stuck to her body, the heat dissipated, and her slender body shivered slightly from the cold.

"I……"

While she was watching quietly, just as Meng Xi opened his mouth, his cell phone rang, and it was from the company.

If it is not urgent, I will not call at this time.Meng Xi breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously: "Sorry, I have something to do..."

Song Zhiyi let go of his hand.

"It's okay." Her smile couldn't hide her loneliness, "It's because my request was too abrupt."

Of course it was abrupt.

However, when she said that, Meng Xi had the illusion that he was too cruel... Not long after seeing each other, Song Zhiyi's skill has improved again!

She ignored the unbearable feeling in her heart, and wanted to escape from this weird atmosphere.

This time, Song Zhiyi didn't stop her.