she really hates

For various reasons, Mrs. Meng finally rejected the proposal.Because of this, Meng Xi was still a little unhappy on New Year's Eve.

Mrs. Meng teased her puzzledly:

"Didn't you say that you would never go to such a boring place again?"

"Mom—how long ago was that, people's ideas will change."

Of course, Meng Xi couldn't leave his family behind and go to the Spring Festival Gala by himself.

So after dinner, she turned on the TV and decided to watch the live broadcast to increase the ratings for the lonely student Song Zhiyi.

Mrs. Meng sat next to her, using her mobile phone to exchange blessings with her little sisters and snatch red envelopes in the group; Meng Zhao sat alone on the small sofa on the left, also holding her mobile phone at...office.

But this does not prevent them from chatting.

Meng Zhao gave a meaningful laugh, and intervened in the conversation at the right time: "Then you have become really fast."

Meng Xi told her that he didn't want to go the day before he brought up the matter.

"Family origin."

Meng Xi was very calm, pointing to Father Meng confidently and said, "My father used to say that he would never agree with me to keep a dog. Look."

Meng's father, who was happily stroking the Sprite dog's head and grooming it: "?"

Sprite also looked over: "Huh?"

"Little bastard!" Meng's father came to his senses, no matter what he scolded her first, he said, "Your mother will say you, why are you pulling me?"

"Wow, do you ever curse people like that?"

Meng Xi couldn't believe it, and turned his head to stir up the conflict between the husband and wife, "Mom, look at him, I'm a little bastard, what are you? This person is too much."

Mrs. Meng is grabbing the red envelope: "...Oh, good luck this time. Come on, come on, don't bother me."

As long as she didn't care, the father and daughter quarreled for a few words, and the conflict escalated on the spot.

Meng's father was so angry that he had a heart attack. Seeing that he was looking for things like a ruler, broom, and rolling pin, Meng Xi jumped up and ran.

In a blink of an eye, Sprite became an unattended dog, looked at them blankly, was greeted by Meng Zhao, and unceremoniously slapped her on her lap as a cushion.

It wasn't until the host on TV mentioned "Teacher Feng Yi and Song Zhiyi" when the host announced the curtain, Meng Xi caught the key words, and then he stopped arguing with Meng's father, and the two sat on the sofa again Down.

Surrounded by dry ice on the stage, the original bright red background gradually darkened.

This is a two-person cooperation program, and the track is Beethoven's "Spring Sonata".

As the music sounded, the background slowly turned into a budding fresh green. The camera first gave Feng Yi, who was playing the violin, a close-up shot, and then slowly turned to the other side as if to whet his appetite.

Song Zhiyi was wearing a cheongsam.

I don't know if there is an official dress requirement. The clothes of the host and all previous performers are red, and she is no exception.

The close-fitting material tightly outlines the exquisite curves, and large groups of cranes and plum flowers are embroidered from the chest to the skirt, but it does not look complicated.It is precisely because the red is as warm and bright as a flame, it also sets off her muscles and bones as smooth as snow.

Red and white reflect each other, like red plums in snow, cool and gorgeous.

Meng Xi looked at her without blinking, forgetting everything around her, only being guided by the more and more intense music of the piano.

At this moment, her heart was like a flower bud in a time-lapse photography, and it opened with a "pop".

——Song Zhiyi looks too good in red.

Meng Xi wanted to take a few more glances, but the camera cut away without hesitation.

Wait, who wants to see a crowded auditorium or a man playing the violin!Cut me back!

She thought so in her heart, but she couldn't control the camera, so she could only grab the neckline of the unknown director in her heart.

Mrs. Meng said: "This is Ye Lan's daughter. The little girl is getting more and more beautiful. I don't know if there is a partner..."

Father Meng said with a smile: "Yes! She is very talented at the piano."

Only Meng Zhao noticed Meng Xi's distraught look, let go of the Sprite that was used to rest his hands.

Xuebi shook her head, and ran to Meng Xi's place with aggrieved "woo woo" rubbing.

Meng Xi hugged it and rubbed it, but her gaze was still fixed on the TV screen and she couldn't take it off.

After the show ended, Meng Xicai lowered his head and sent a message to Song Zhiyi:

[I watched the show, it's great!Who is doing the styling for you, quickly send him a red envelope, thank him for showing your full beauty, and crushing all the female stars in the audience! 】

[Know what I mean: ...too exaggerated]

Seeing this reply, Meng Xi seemed to be able to imagine Song Zhiyi's helplessness and embarrassment.

She especially seemed unable to handle such a blunt compliment.

When Meng Xi chatted with Song Zhiyi, he forgot about the TV.

On the contrary, Father Meng and Mrs. Meng watched it with gusto, commenting from time to time; although Meng Zhao would add to the topic, he was mainly at work.

Meng Xi used to be in awe of her dedication and reflect on herself a little, but now she is numb.

Instead, I thought of some poor employees who were still working overtime in the company on New Year's Eve, and gave them a red envelope.

The time passed in the lively TV program, counting down to the last ten seconds of this year, and when the host was leading the audience to count the seats on TV, Father Meng and Mrs. Meng had already stood up and were about to go upstairs to sleep.

They usually go to bed on time at ten o'clock, and they are very healthy. Today is an exception because of the Chinese New Year, and they stayed up until midnight.

scattered scattered.

In the ninth second from the end, Meng Xi turned off the TV. Regardless of Meng Zhao who was still working, he planned to go upstairs, but received an unexpected call.

Song Zhiyi.

Isn't she still at the Spring Festival Gala?Call at this time?

Meng Xi looked at Meng Zhao, walked out the side door a few steps, and answered the phone outside the house.

In the fifth second, the cold wind made her shiver, and the shrubs in the garden cast faint shadows amidst the lights and moonlight.

In the fourth second, the call was connected.

Song Zhiyi over there still hasn't spoken, or Meng Xi didn't hear clearly.

She could only hear the tidy waves of mountains rushing like a tsunami, echoing endlessly in her ears:

"—Three, two, one!"

"Happy New Year!"

It's the second year.

Meng Xi heard the grand cheers, music, fireworks, and the voice of the host through the microphone.

Song Zhiyi's smiling blessings were mixed in, almost drowned, but seemed extraordinarily clear.

"Happy New Year," she said.

Meng Xi faced the garden at home.

Fireworks and firecrackers are now prohibited in the city, and the bustle of the past is gone. There is a thin moon hanging in the sky, deserted.

But she just said good night to her family. Even if the four of them had dinner on New Year's Eve, and then sat together to do their own things, and then went to bed separately, they would not feel lonely, let alone deserted.

Such an environment will only make her feel safe and quiet.

Where is Song Zhiyi?

It can be said that there were so many people on her side that it was noisy, and the atmosphere was extremely enthusiastic.But will she feel lonely and deserted?

Meng Xi didn't want to imagine too much.

But the phrase "it's a pity" has always been lingering in her mind like a curse.

"Is it over with you?"

"Well, it's almost time to end." Song Zhiyi's tone was a little tired, "It's too late, and I'm a little sleepy too."

Oh yes, this is also a healthy person with a good schedule.Meng Xi remembered, and asked again: "Then are you going to go back? Or rest in a hotel near the venue?"

"Go to the hotel, it's too far to go back."

"Okay, be careful." Meng Xi said, "This kind of event has the most people coming and going, and it is prone to accidents. Don't be followed like last time."

Song Zhiyi couldn't talk for too long about the current situation, they hung up the phone after a few words.

After the party ended, the huge venue was cleared up in a short time, leaving only scattered staff busy.

Song Zhiyi changed back into her normal clothes, found her car, and sat in the driver's seat.

She gave annual leave to everyone around her, and asked them to go back for the holidays, including drivers and assistants, and she did not hire anyone temporarily.

Fortunately, there are not many affairs recently, and tonight is the most troublesome.

Song Zhiyi returned to the hotel.

There are a lot of people resting here, most of them are people who have just met at the venue, and there are entertainment media outside the door.

Fortunately, although she is a public figure, she doesn't have that much news value. When she was caught, it was only a matter of a few sentences.

It was destined to be a night of all kinds of entertainment news blowout, maybe the media without news would pay attention to such a trivial matter that she didn't even have an assistant.

Thinking of this, Song Zhiyi maintained a decent and gentle smile, and did not remove the curvature of her lips until she returned to the room.

Hotel cupboards stock premium snacks and quick meals.

In order to wear the close-fitting cheongsam and maintain her appearance at the party, she hasn't eaten since the afternoon, and at most moisturises her lips.

I still feel hungry during dinner, but now I am too hungry and I don’t feel any more.

It didn't snow today.

Looking down from the hotel window, the dark night was driven away by passing vehicles and people.

Song Zhiyi lay on the bed after washing, thinking to the dark room...

Meng Xi, didn't say Happy New Year.

The author has something to say: I have to write about someone confessing in the next chapter!

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