she really hates

Wan'an Mausoleum, Song Zhiyi once brought Meng Xi to this place.

Compared with the father who ignored her, or the mother who vented her grievances on the children, although she has no blood relationship, she is a real "parent"-the teacher who first taught her piano is buried here.

If Song Zhiyi was really "in a bad mood" and wanted to go somewhere, he would probably come here.

Meng Xi guessed right.

This place is far away from human habitation. It was dark at night, and after Meng Xi turned off the car lights, only the lights of the street lights were on.

But I don’t know if it’s because the lines are aging. Those street lights are always flickering, matching the venue, it’s quite a ghostly atmosphere.

Song Zhiyi was standing under the street lamp dedicated to ghost movies, with a thin layer of snow on her hair and shoulders.She must have heard the sound of the car, but she didn't even look here. If it wasn't for the wind blowing her hair, she would be like a stone statue that wouldn't move.

The street lamps were flickering, and the bright light came down, and pure white snowflakes were scattered inside.

Meng Xi unexpectedly thought of that kind of snow crystal ball, press the switch at the bottom, and the chemicals inside would fly upwards.

At such a time, Meng Xi smiled speechlessly because of this imagination.She walked over and called, "Song Zhiyi."

Song Zhiyi paused and looked over.

The street lamp illuminated her fair face, which was a little reddened by the wind, and there was no surprise in her dark eyes.

"You're here..."

She even smiled slightly.

With this "under control" performance, Meng Xi's only worry turned into anger.

"Is it fun?" She said angrily, "How old are you, and you still run away from home? If it weren't for me, who would come here to find you?"

"But if anyone will come here to find me, it can only be you."

"..."

Song Zhiyi's tone seemed to be saying something insignificant: "I didn't run away from home. I'll go back if I don't wait for you."

Meng Xi has nothing to say.

"There's something wrong with all of you artistic people, aren't you?"

Meng Xi saw wood in the middle of the night when he was in the mood, no, Father Meng, who played the violin...was wrong, he couldn't be considered an artist, but a troublemaker.

Forget it, it's all the same.Meng Xi said: "If you want to see me, can't you make a normal phone call?"

"I can see you on the phone..."

"That's not necessarily the case. Make an appointment first, and see when I'm free."

Meng Xi raised his eyebrows slightly, bright and proud.Song Zhiyi laughed when he saw it.

Instead of teasing her, Meng Xi said: "So you just stand here stupidly because of this? Fortunately, no one passes by this place usually, otherwise you would think it is haunted."

As she spoke, she reached out to brush the snow off Song Zhiyi's body.

Song Zhiyi stood peacefully and turned around a little to make it easier for her to move.

She said, "I also want to come and see the teacher."

"...Then you are standing outside?"

Song Zhiyi stopped talking.

Meng Xi watched her look downcast and silent, and suddenly wanted to know what she was thinking.

sad?Or just a momentary melancholy?

Song Zhiyi's mind was too difficult to fathom.Meng Xi used to think that she was very close to her for a while, but in the end she just thought that.

Now Meng Xi didn't want to guess, she asked directly: "Are you sad?"

"It shouldn't be sad."

Unexpectedly, Song Zhiyi replied very flatly, and perhaps also very honestly, "Maybe it's a bit of a surprise... I haven't thought about letting him die, I just want to solve the troublesome people. Although he treats me badly, he seems to be It's not bad, I originally only planned to treat him well, let him be unable to turn over and forget it... I can't say I'm sad to die suddenly, but I just think... blood relationship is really a wonderful thing."

They all knew who "he" was.

Song Zhiyi smiled calmly: "I think the teacher doesn't necessarily want to see me now."

"Oh……"

Meng Xi understood a little bit.She took a deep breath of the cold air, grabbed Song Zhiyi's hand, and attracted the other party's surprised gaze.

Her hand was cold as expected, but also soft, as if holding a ball of snow... just like that day.

Meng Xi forcefully pulled her across the road and walked towards the gate of the cemetery.

"Believe in science, understand?" Meng Xi said as he walked, "When a person dies, he has no soul. It doesn't matter whether you want to see him or not, only whether you want to see him or not."

Everything was the same as that day, including that the two idiots didn't turn on the heater at home in winter, but ran out to wander around.On the other hand, the gatekeeper of the cemetery was woken up in the middle of the night, but he was very calm and seemed to be familiar with it.

Meng Xi used the mobile phone to illuminate the light in one hand, and held the submissive Song Zhiyi in the other hand. She thought of how many years ago she was wrapped in her white down jacket and buried her face in the plush circle of the hat, like some kind of quiet and well-behaved little animal... ... Having said that, she still looks a bit short now, has she not grown since then?

They stopped in front of Teacher Song Zhiyi's tomb, and Meng Xi looked to the side to confirm her height...just in time to meet Song Zhiyi's gaze.

Well, it's still a little different.

Meng Xi traced her clear and beautiful eyebrows with his eyes, and then put them aside as if nothing had happened—at least now, the childish analogy of "little animals" really can't be used.

Song Zhiyi also looked away, and suddenly said: "It seems that I didn't bring anything."

……really.They came too hastily, forget about the incense candles, and the bouquet of fruits.

Meng Xi pondered for a moment: "...Snowflakes should be counted as flowers, right?"

"...does it count?"

Song Zhiyi stretched out his hand, which was about to wipe the snow off the tombstone, and stopped.She seemed to think about it seriously, and then said with a smile, "Well, anyway, the teacher has a good temper and won't be angry with us."

Then you have not learned the advantages of your teacher at all.Meng Xi swallowed this sentence.

The two stood in front of the tombstone with the lights on for a long time. In the silent night, snowflakes fluttered and melted on their faces.

Meng Xi waited for a while, but Song Zhiyi didn't move, so he could only say, "Otherwise, I'll avoid it for a while. Are you talking?"

As she spoke, she was about to walk to the side, but her hands tightened and she was held back.

"...Don't go."

Song Zhiyi said.She was still looking at the tombstone, Meng Xi lowered her head and saw a piece of snow between her eyelashes.

"Actually, I don't have anything to say..." Song Zhiyi held her hand tightly, "I just want to stay a little longer."

"……Oh."

Then stand more...but it's too cold!I can't remember how many times the cold wind hit me, and Meng Xi sneezed.

Song Zhiyi was helpless: "Let's forget it. A bit silly, isn't it?"

Meng Xi said, "It's not a little bit."

It is special, very.

She sincerely wanted to suggest that Song Zhiyi take a black and white photo at home, so that next time she wouldn't have to travel so far to drink the cold wind.

By the time they left the cemetery, it was getting late.Meng Xi thought that she had to go back to work tomorrow, and felt that there was nothing to look forward to in life... Why couldn't she be lazy and waste her time like Han Yuming?

Thinking about these miscellaneous things, Meng Xi opened the door for Song Zhiyi, "Let's go, I'll take you back...to..."

She doesn't move.

There was a moderate pulling feeling from the back of the clothes. Someone grabbed her coat, and then gently leaned forward.

The weight pressed against her back through the thick clothing.Like a flying bird that does not stop, it finally grabs the perching branch.

"Thank you... for coming to see me."

The man said so.

Meng Xi only felt that his heart seemed to be squeezed by someone in his hand, and it became limp when he unfolded it again.

That soft voice seemed to knock on her spine, numbness from the waist up... Meng Xi exhaled suddenly, and opened the car door: "Don't thank you, get in the car, I'm going to die of cold .”

There was still heat left in the car that hadn't dissipated before.Meng Xi stuffed Song Zhiyi into the back seat, and sat back in the driver's seat.

Start the engine and hit the gas pedal.

She seemingly casually mentioned: "By the way, there is a bag behind your seat."

"Ok?"

"It's a gift."

Although something bad happened that day, Meng Xi said, "Happy birthday."

I still hope you are happy.