she really hates

Meng Xi went back to the funeral parlor again, around eight or nine o'clock at night.

Maybe Song Zhiyi has already left?Meng Xi felt that she would definitely not stay here all night to guard Song Peng's spirit.

But she made two phone calls but no one answered, so she had to go back and try her luck, if she didn't see anyone...

That means Song Zhiyi is out of luck.

When Meng Xi went to the place, he happened to run into two people who came out of the funeral home in a hurry.

The woman in front was wearing a black professional suit, with two deep nasolabial folds on her face, she looked shrewd and difficult to mess with; the round face in the back, Meng Xi remembered, seemed to be Song Zhiyi's assistant.

When the little round face saw her, his eyes lit up.

"Boss Meng!"

"Boss Meng?"

When the woman in front heard this address, she looked over, with a slight surprise on her face, "Why are you here?"

...Who is this?recognize her?

Seeing that Meng Xi just glanced at her and didn't intend to answer, the woman introduced herself politely: "You may not remember. I'm Jin Lan, I work in Blue Ocean, and now I'm Mr. Song's music manager."

Oh, Song Zhiyi's manager.

Since they happened to meet at the door, Meng Xi asked, "Where is Song Zhiyi?"

Hearing this question, Jin Lan showed embarrassment.The little round face couldn't hold back, and hurriedly replied: "Sister Zhiyi, she is missing!"

Meng Xi: "...what is missing?"

She was stunned for a moment, and there were many possibilities in her mind. This funeral home is indeed relatively remote. Could it be that...

The little round face said: "Before she left a note and disappeared, now it's been almost two hours and she hasn't come back, and the phone can't get through..."

While she was talking, she took out the note from her bag, and Meng Xi took it over and took a look:

[I'm in a bad mood, go out for a walk. 】

It was indeed Song Zhiyi's handwriting.

The little round face was about to cry: "Sister Zhiyi has never done this before, if something happens to her, or she can't think about it..."

"Have you called the police?"

When Meng Xi saw this note, half of his heart went back to his stomach.

The little round face said that Song Zhiyi "has never been like this", and Meng Xi felt a little familiar feeling from it.

But after all, the person is missing, so we still have to prepare for the worst.

Meng Xi thought they should have reported to the police.Who knew that Xiaoyuanlian's voice froze when he heard the words: "This..."

She looked at the manager next to her with a begging look.

Meng Xi raised his eyebrows: "Didn't call the police?"

Jin Lan sighed: "Mr. Meng, if this incident becomes serious and the media finds out, it will have a bad influence on Mr. Song... Besides, the police station may not be there if we haven't arrived in two hours..."

"Stop talking nonsense and call the police."

Meng Xi listened impatiently, and said the last two words to Xiao Zhu who was behind.

Xiao Zhu dialed immediately.

Meng Xi was too lazy to care about the other two people.She quickly turned back to the parking place and asked the driver to come down: "You and Xiao Zhu will take a taxi back later, and I will reimburse the fare tomorrow."

Jin Lan and Xiao Yuanlian followed, seeing this, they asked, "Mr. Meng, do you know where Teacher Song might be?"

Meng Xi took a deep breath, a little upset.Now she knows that the relationship between Song Zhiyi and her management team is not particularly good.

"Today is Christmas Eve."

She left this sentence, closed the car door, started the engine and sped away.

"Christmas Eve?"

Xiaoyuan's face was blank.Jin Lan quickly reacted, and said bitterly, "How did you work as an assistant for so long? Christmas Eve is her mother's death day!"

"what……!"

Xiaoyuanlian really didn't know.She is Song Zhiyi's life assistant, so she should be very clear about this... But at this time of the past, Zhiyi didn't say anything!Not to mention grave sweeping and offering sacrifices, I didn't even mention it.

Jin Lan said, "Let's go, let's follow. Go to Nanshan Cemetery."

Little round face didn't care about doubts, and quickly responded and opened the navigation.

"...Huh? Sister Jin, are you talking about this Nanshan Cemetery? It seems to be in a different direction from Mr. Meng."

"Different?"

Jin Lan glanced at the navigation and thought for a while, "The location is correct... Didn't she go to Nanshan Cemetery? Forget it, it's better to be different. Search on both sides, and you can always find something."

Of course Meng Xi didn't go to Nanshan Cemetery.

Just like Song Zhiyi wouldn't guard Song Peng's spirit, Meng Xi didn't think she would suddenly go to visit her mother's grave.

Meng Xi stepped on the accelerator and sped along the dark road. In the beam of light from the headlights, snowflakes fluttered with the wind.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and it was already a bit obstructing the vision.Meng Xi had to turn on the wipers to clean the windows.

On the same day six years ago, it was also the same snowy day.

Ye Lan, Song Zhiyi's mother, jumped from the roof of the Song Group and took revenge on Song Peng with her own death.

Meng Xi didn't know about this, so after lunch, when the weather cleared up, when she was walking in the neighborhood, she met Song Zhiyi who was only wearing a nightgown, thought she was beaten again, and ran out to wander around.

"Are you sick?" Meng Xi took off his coat to her wordlessly, "In such a cold day, are you walking around outside dressed like this?"

Song Zhiyi's face turned red from the cold, she wrapped herself in her clothes and smiled: "I came to ask you to take me in."

Ever since they bumped into each other in front of the department store that day, they tacitly stopped fighting each other.Although they still don't talk to each other very much in school, they communicate frequently in private, and they can barely be regarded as friends.

When Song Zhiyi said this, Meng Xi didn't think there was anything wrong.The issue is……

"Do you know where my home is?" Meng Xi really didn't want to admit that her grades were not as good as the fool in front of her. "You don't have a mobile phone, so you plan to knock on the door one by one."

Song Zhiyi said, "Barely, barely."

Don't answer the question.It took Meng Xi a while to realize that she was talking about the answer that day.

It turned out to be such a forced method... Meng Xi really wanted to open her brain to see what was inside.

If she didn't happen to come out for a walk, Song Zhiyi planned to take a stroll here in the cold weather, so it's fine if she didn't meet her?

Meng Xi held back, didn't bother with people with mental problems, and wanted to take her home, but Song Zhiyi refused to leave.

Meng Xi was convinced: "What on earth do you want to do? I'm still cold if you're not cold."

"...Meng Xi."

Song Zhiyi's voice at that moment was like the snow falling outside the window when she wakes up in the morning, soft and cold, she said, "Today is my birthday."

……so what?Happy birthday?

Meng Xi looked at her, and suddenly realized something in her clear and calm eyes.

Although the method is a bit special, and it's a bit oblique, which makes people confused... But Song Zhiyi's behavior, can it be said that he is acting like a baby with her?

Thinking of this, Meng Xi shuddered, and felt a little strangely soft-hearted.

In the end Meng Xi compromised.

She didn't go home, and she didn't call the driver. Both of them didn't wear much, and they walked outside in the cold winter, blowing cold wind.

I don't know how long Song Zhiyi stayed outside. Her hands were as cold as ice sculptures, but after holding them for a while, they warmed up.

But after walking, Meng Xi's face was cold, his feet were also cold, the cold wind was blowing into the gaps in the sweaters, and the hands they held were still hot.

Fortunately, there is a commercial street near the community.Meng Xi walked into the cake shop and was rescued by the air conditioner. He generously ordered the largest, most beautiful, festive, and most expensive strawberry chocolate cake.

Brightly colored festoons, pennants, bells and candy cane decorations abound throughout the store.

They sat by the window with beautiful stickers of snowflakes and reindeer, and in the middle of the street outside there was a huge Christmas tree with white snow on top like a sweet sundae top.It's a pity that it was not at night, and the colored lights wrapped around the tree were not on.

Meng Xi put candles on the cake, lit it, and felt that it was almost done: "It's all right, little princess, happy birthday. The gift will be returned to you later."

Song Zhiyi was sitting opposite her, holding his chin, and couldn't help laughing, the tiny sparkles in his eyes were probably stardust left in the sky.

Such a big cake, of course two people couldn't finish it, not to mention Meng Xi had just eaten.Only Song Zhiyi ate two yuan, and the rest was distributed to the shop assistant.

After this simple birthday, Meng Xi called the driver to take Song Zhiyi home, but this time she was quite obedient.

And Meng Xi walked back slowly by himself, which can be regarded as the end of the walk.As a result, as soon as he opened the door, Mrs. Meng told the news——

The wife of "Uncle Song" committed suicide by jumping off the building this morning.

Did she choose this day on purpose, or did she not remember what day it was?After death, no one knows.

The fact is that she didn't choose to end her life one day earlier or later, but on her daughter's birthday.

Meng Xi stopped the car outside the cemetery.

Sure enough, here...

Not Nanshan Cemetery, but Wan'an Cemetery.Snow was falling, and under the flickering street lamp across the street, there was a dark gray slender shadow looking in a certain direction of the cemetery.