she really hates

Something big happened to the Song family.

After the Song Group went bankrupt and liquidated, Song Peng took on a pile of foreign debts; his precious son Song Zhigao had acted absurdly at first, but once he fell into the mud from his noble status as the Song's prince, he still couldn't wake up and change his past. Instead, he was tricked by a group of cronies and lost all his money, and then plunged into the quagmire of gambling without looking back. The more he owed, the more he owed.

This man is completely hopeless.Therefore, when he was desperate, it was not so surprising that he committed the act of killing his father and taking money under the instigation of his friends.

Mrs. Meng and Meng Xi arrived at the funeral home where the coffin died.

The winter wind is bleak, the sky is covered with overcast clouds, and the thick and dark clouds seem to be pressed down at any time. The bare dead branches on the roadside, even the birds are unwilling to stay.

Song Peng was an ungrateful scum in family affairs, but he made many good friends.

The entrance of the funeral parlor was covered with wreaths, and Song Zhiyi stood at the front, receiving the guests who came to express their condolences, and explaining to them the location of the mourning hall.

In the biting cold wind, she was wearing a dark gray camel hair coat with a black knitted one-piece dress inside.

It was the first time Meng Xi saw her wearing such cold and heavy clothes.

From this point of view, black and Song Zhiyi actually fit well.It's just that she lost her warm and bright colors. When she wasn't smiling, she didn't have that kind of pure and beautiful fairy air to cover her. The cold feeling that came out of her bones was like the cold air in winter, which was hard to ignore.

Mrs. Meng probably thought it was caused by Song Peng's death, so she held her hand and comforted her softly before walking in.

Meng Xi followed Mrs. Meng, and stopped for a moment when passing her.

Song Zhiyi lowered his eyes slightly, not looking at her.

I don't know if it's because of the change in her dressing style, but her face is slightly paler, and she looks thinner than when she met last time.

"Condolences."

"……Um."

Meng Xi heard her soft response, nodded, and followed Mrs. Meng in front.

They went to the mourning hall to burn two sticks of incense, and there was nothing else they could do.

Meng Xi saw that Mrs. Meng's complexion was not good, her eyes were slightly red, and she knew she was sad for Song Peng, so she couldn't say goodbye, so she just dragged her to the next room to rest, and happened to run into Mr. He who also came to express condolences.

Since they are acquaintances, the two sides sat together and talked.

Of course, it was inevitable to be emotional about Song Peng, and Mrs. Meng burst into tears as she spoke, and it took a long time to stop.

Mr. He looked tired because the time was getting late, and sighed: "People don't accept their age. I wanted to help Zhiyi, but I came to cause her trouble. I'd better go back early and save her some time."

Just after saying this, Miss He came in from the outside with a troubled look on her face.

"Grandma, there is something wrong with our car and we can't leave for the time being. Sister Zhiyi said that she will arrange for someone to take us off, but it will take a while..."

"I'll take it to you."

Meng Xi seized the opportunity to stand up, "It happens to be in the same direction, and it's on the way. Mom, what do you say?"

Mrs. Meng and her came in two cars.Meng Xi was afraid that she would have to stay alone, so seeing her hesitation, he persuaded her: "It's too late today, and the weather forecast still says there will be snow. The road conditions will be bad later, why don't you go back first?"

Mrs. Meng was finally persuaded by her.

The group of them were about to leave, and there were far fewer mourners at the moment, and only Song Peng's parents were still crying in the mourning hall.

It took a while for Mrs. Meng to say goodbye to them.

Meng Xi didn't see Song Zhiyi here.

According to common sense, as Song Peng's biological daughter, she should be here to guard the spirit. Who can't do the reception work?That's why she didn't talk too much about those rules now, so she took this opportunity to stand outside.

Meng Xi understood after thinking about it——Song Zhiyi probably wouldn't come in to burn paper for Song Peng as long as he could freeze outside.

Because of what Song Peng has done, no one can blame her.

Walking out of the funeral home, Song Zhiyi was still standing alone at the door.

It was already dark, only the street lamps illuminated the corner.She stood in the dark, almost melting into the shadows.

The other three people walked over to say goodbye to her, Meng Xi stood still, and Song Zhiyi didn't look over.

...it's better this way.

Meng Xi once thought that if Song Zhigao went to provoke Song Zhiyi, there would be no good end... But she never thought that it would be such a shocking result.

This was different from Ye Jiajia's matter. Meng Xi was in a dull mood, but he couldn't directly ask "Is it related to you" like before.

She can feel the weight of this topic without opening her mouth... and they are not in an endless relationship.

After the grandparents of the He family and Song Zhiyi finished talking, they followed Meng Xi into the car.

Xiao Zhu had already turned on the heater in the car and told the driver the destination.They separated from Mrs. Meng's car in the middle of the road and went to Mr. He's residence.

Miss He is Fa Xiao's girlfriend, and Mr. He is a respectable elder.

The road was not close, and Meng Xi didn't intend to make the atmosphere too cold along the way, so he led them to talk.

She really wanted to please, and no one would dislike her, and the gloomy atmosphere of the funeral was quickly lifted from the car.

Mr. He cheered up, and joked with her with a smile: "Mr. Xiao Meng has really grown up over the years, at least he won't fall asleep listening to music anymore."

These words are more intimate jokes than sarcasm, it can be seen that the old lady really didn't take that matter to heart.

Meng Xi breathed a sigh of relief, and made up for the belated apology: "I was young at that time, and I didn't know how to appreciate it."

After the incident happened, it was also the Meng family who came forward to apologize to Mr. He, and Meng Xi closed the door, but no one was seen.

Mr. He said: "Actually, thinking about it now, it's not a big deal. It's just that my husband died at the time, and my temper was so weird that even my family couldn't bear it... The reason for the anger is not all yours, there are other reasons."

She said, looking over with a rather meaningful look.

Meng Xi was puzzled, but still asked cooperatively: "What's the reason?"

"I have a friend who has learned piano since childhood. I reserved your seat specially for her. Before the concert, she told me that there is a good seedling who learns piano beside her, and she wants to ask me for a letter for her." Recommendation letter. I have heard of that little girl, but unfortunately, I have never seen it before, so I asked her to bring someone to me to see..."

Hearing this, Meng Xi already had a premonition in his heart.

She remembered that the ticket for that concert was given to her by "Uncle Song" who was a guest at home.

She has been abused by Meng's father since she was a child, and she has no interest in things like concerts.But during that time, he failed in the exam, and when he stayed at home, he would be told by Meng’s father that he was playful, uneducated, incapable of learning, and quarreled with Meng Zhao. Only then did he realize that the ticket was useless.

"Just right, she couldn't come that time because of something, so she gave the ticket to that little girl."

Mr. He recalled the past, with a helpless smile on his face, and continued: "I thought you were the one I wanted to meet, but when I saw you fell asleep, I was so angry that I almost left on the spot... Later, the misunderstanding was resolved. , and I don't have any affection for that little girl."

"I think since she can give up such an important opportunity to others, I'm afraid she doesn't like the piano very much. She just plays for fun and coaxes my old friend."

"Who would have thought that later, she came to pester me every day to make amends, but in the end, I couldn't beat her, so I accepted her as a closed disciple."

"..."

Meng Xi didn't speak.

Ms. He next to her finally understood what she heard, and laughed briskly:

"So grandma, you are talking about sister Zhiyi! I didn't even know that you still have such a thing."

She finds it interesting and fun from the bottom of her heart.Song Zhiyi is now Mr. He's disciple. The two have a deep relationship between master and apprentice, no different from grandparents and grandchildren. Of course, the twists and turns in the past can be laughed off by talking about them.

Meng Xi couldn't listen and laugh so easily.

She was obviously sitting in the car, but it seemed like she was soaking in the cold sea water.The receding tide hit with greater momentum, although it did not submerge her, but when the horizontal line spread over her neck, she was too close to the cold suffocation, so that she had the illusion of being strangled by her throat.

No one will show their embarrassment everywhere.

Song Zhiyi's appearance to others is always gentle and calm, with ease.After a long time, those who didn't know thought this was her original appearance.

But Meng Xi knew it was not.

Some things are not enough for me to work hard enough and have enough talent.

Just like learning the piano, it is not difficult; but to aim to be a professional pianist, in addition to enthusiasm and talent, you also need the support of your family, the educational resources you have accumulated, and the corresponding contacts... Song Zhiyi has nothing but herself.

She doesn't even have a piano of her own.In school, she exchanged her excellent grades for privileges. She often missed classes to borrow music classrooms to practice, and when she got home, she rubbed against the neighbor's piano.

These were also learned later when Meng Xi interacted with her.

Now that Song Zhiyi has succeeded, she stands tall enough, and others talking about her ups and downs in the past is like a medal of honor.

It was always difficult for Meng Xi to get out of the cold and lingering autumn rain.

She broke Song Zhiyi's wound at the entrance of the department store.In her sharp words and quiet eyes, she touched the real pain.

Meng Xi hated his good memory a little at this moment.

Because when she thinks back, she clearly remembers when that concert happened - just two days before Meng Xi couldn't stand Song Zhiyi's constant stumbling blocks and asked her out to talk.

Song Zhiyi must have known that Song Peng used the precious opportunity she won for herself to please other people's daughters.Then Mengxi screwed up everything, and she had to bear the worst consequences.

So Meng Xi asked her to come out and said to her: "If you have any opinion on me, just say it directly. It's no fun to play these tricks."

She smiled and said, "Okay."

It ruined the mechanical competition that Meng Xi had prepared for several months.

It was only now that Meng Xi realized that this matter was her fault.

For a while later, Meng Xi had no memory of what he talked with the grandparents of the He family.When she realized it, she had already sent the person to the place.

Mr. He dismissed Miss He and left her alone before saying goodbye.

"Mr. Meng, I don't know what you young people are awkward about." She persuaded gently, "But I know that Zhiyi cherishes you as a friend. Don't blame me for talking too much. She looks gentle and open-minded, but she is practical She has the worst temper, and something like this happened in her family recently... You guys have known each other for so many years, so don't get acquainted with her."

Meng Xi didn't understand why Mr. He had a misunderstanding that the two of them had a good relationship for many years.

She couldn't explain it, so she could only respond vaguely.

Back in the car, Xiao Zhu noticed the low air pressure on her body, and asked cautiously, "Boss, shall we go back now?"

where?

Meng Xi saw the gift bag placed behind the car seat from the rearview mirror.

It was the brooch she bought when she went shopping with Mrs. Meng two days ago. Today, she brought it by accident, but didn't give it away.

It's snowing outside.Tiny snowflakes fell on the car window and melted in the blink of an eye, leaving little traces of water droplets.

"Back to..."

Meng Xi let out a long breath, hesitated for a moment, and then resigned, "Go back to the funeral home."

If this is considered a contest, Meng Xi thought, then it is obvious that Song Zhiyi won... and she lost a complete defeat.