she really hates

"She deserved it for being broken up."

On the day Song Zhiyi came back, Meng Xi told her about it.

However, the focus of the complaints was mainly on the emotional entanglement between the two, and he did not repeat Tong Dong's words so as not to upset her.

She hugged Song Zhiyi's waist from behind, humming and said, "You can't be like that, thinking 'for my own good', and doing something that will make me sad..."

Of course it doesn't refer to things like Tong Dong.

But Mrs. Meng's return date is approaching. Although Meng Xi is prepared and believes in Song Zhiyi's determination, thinking about the things he may face, he still worries about gains and losses.

"Will not."

Song Zhiyi dragged the humanoid pendant, and encountered resistance when walking up and down, so he was forced to put the half-packed suitcase on hold.

But she didn't reject Meng Xi's clingy behavior, but stopped helplessly and covered her hand, "Meng Xi, I haven't finished cleaning up yet..."

"Don't worry about it." Meng Xi leaned over in a sticky manner, "It's been so long, don't you miss me?"

Of course I did.

Even if you use video calls to communicate every day, how can that be the same as truly feeling the other party's existence?

Song Zhiyi smelled the faint scent of perfume on Meng Xi's body, and did not refuse her request for a kiss.

Unlike Meng Xi, she can express her thoughts straightforwardly and enthusiastically, but her body movements in response are extremely lingering.

At some point, Song Zhiyi's back pressed against the rough textured wallpaper, Meng Xi put his arms around her waist, slowly separated, and then gently pecked her lips.

The two breathed calmly.

Meng Xi rubbed her neck, felt the light mint fragrance on her body, and suddenly said: "I think this apartment is still a bit small."

"……Um?"

Song Zhiyi's voice has a soft ending when breathing and blending, a real sense of sweetness, not strong, but it makes people feel hot.

Meng Xi said: "After your things are moved here, the study room is not enough."

This is pure nonsense.Meng Xi's study here is quite empty, and what Song Zhiyi has the most is her collection of records, and some of them have been moved here, but it is not as simple and spacious as before, and it is not "not enough".

But Song Zhiyi didn't follow her in everything, even if she didn't know what she meant, she still nodded: "Yes."

"This guest room is just adjacent to the study room. I want to find someone to renovate it. The two rooms are connected... What do you think?"

"..."

Song Zhiyi understood.

She suppressed her smile and pretended to be puzzled: "Oh...then where do I live? Mr. Meng."

Meng Xi thought seriously: "Yeah, I can't let you sleep on the sofa."

Song Zhiyi: "It doesn't matter to me..."

"How can I do that? There's no reason to let your girlfriend sleep on the sofa." Meng Xi said seriously, "It seems that you and I are the only ones who are wronged."

Song Zhiyi couldn't hold back his eyes and raised his head to kiss her.

The two messed around for a while, Meng Xi leaned against the bed and sat on the carpet, Song Zhiyi sat on her lap, smiled and reached out to help her comb her long messy hair on her shoulders, and tied it up with the hair tie on her hand.

The drooping hair was tied up, exposing Meng Xi's snow-white and slender neck. Song Zhiyi rubbed it with her fingertips for a moment, then lowered her head, imprinting a gentle touch.

……

Meng Xi's throat couldn't help rising and falling slightly, she hugged Song Zhiyi, and said politely: "...Wait, I have to go to the company later."

Although she didn't want to say such spoiling things at this time, she really had an important meeting to attend.

Song Zhiyi was startled for a moment, and then realized that he couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Meng, I didn't want to do anything."

Meng Xi said shamelessly, "But I can't help it."

The meeting can be postponed later, the key is that she hasn't found time to clean up the nails she did before.

Doesn't she want to do the following for the first time?

— Absolutely not.

Meng Xi was taking this issue very seriously.

But Xiaobie is better than newlyweds, meeting lovers, burning firewood, convincing yourself with business during the day, sleeping on the same bed after taking a shower at night... who can bear it.

Song Zhiyi only rested for one day, and after being warm with Meng Xi, she got busy again.

She was going to prepare for next week's concert, but luckily she didn't have to travel far this time, and the venue was in this city.

Naturally, Meng Xi also took time to join in the show.After the concert was over, she went backstage to pick Song Zhiyi home, and happened to run into Mr. He who was visiting his disciples.

The pair of teachers and students seemed to have something to say, and Meng Xi wisely excused himself to go out and drive first, leaving space for them.

Song Zhiyi and Mr. He were walking in the employee aisle of the venue. Everyone else had already left, and only the two of them stayed behind.

After gossip, Mr. He said: "What happened to Xiaoyi before caused you trouble."

"That's not the case." Song Zhiyi said warmly, "Xiaoyi helped me."

Mr. He shook his head: "You don't need to speak politely to me, she is just spoiled by me. But let's not talk about this today, Zhiyi, the matter between you and that little girl from the Meng family... Has it been decided yet?"

Song Zhiyi had no intention of hiding anything, and he was not surprised that Mr. He found out.

"Yes, sir," she said, "I've thought about it."

"It might be difficult."

Song Zhiyi smiled: "I know, but I won't give up."

Mr. He stopped to watch her.

Song Zhiyi had a smile on his lips, different from his usual polite response, his eyes and brows had light and gentle arcs.

She didn't wear her usual light-colored clothes today, but a concubine red long-sleeved dress.This is a Valentine's Day gift from Meng Xi. The bright color reflects the fat-like skin, gentle and elegant, and it also shows a bit of beauty that is just blooming.

And the collar buttoned above the collarbone was pinned with a brooch in the shape of a holly branch. Song Zhiyi would reach out to stroke it from time to time. This small movement was completely subconscious, and maybe she didn't even notice it, which shows how cherished it is.

Mr. He suddenly smiled and nodded: "Then I can rest assured."

Song Zhiyi was slightly surprised.

She knew her teacher well, and guessed that Mr. He would not object, but she did not expect that she would accept it so happily.

"Music can illuminate people's hearts."

Mr. He looked kindly, and there was a gentle smile in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, "Zhiyi, among my disciples, you are the one who is the least worrying about you, but also the one who is the most worrying... Life is hard and easy to break. In the past, I Listening to you playing "Winter Wind", I was always afraid that the wind would be too harsh, and one day it would break the flag in your heart, and now it seems that this kind of worry is unnecessary."

"teacher……"

Song Zhiyi didn't expect her to say that, and was slightly moved for a moment.

Mr. He stroked her shoulder and said comfortingly, "My good boy, you will go further than me."

Song Zhiyi and Mr. He parted ways and found Meng Xi beside the circular square outside the venue.

It was dusk, and the setting sun illuminated the sky and the earth with a warm color.

Meng Xi was tall and well-proportioned, with a delicate appearance. Standing on the side of the street was a sight, very recognizable.

What's more, she was about to quarrel with an old man riding a battery car.

"The left, everyone said it was the left! It's not the other side...is that the left?! You don't know the left and the right!"

"Ah—? What? Step aside?"

"Let you go to the left!"

"Stand aside, stay aside, which side are you talking about!"

"..."

The veins on Meng Xi's forehead were throbbing.

Song Zhiyi stopped not far away, seeing how angry she was and how choked she was, he couldn't help smiling slightly.

Meng Xiruo felt something, turned his head to see her, and said angrily, "Mr. Song, what are you looking at, shouldn't you come to help your girlfriend at this time?"

At this time, the old man's ears are quite sharp: "Girlfriend? Girl dolls are quite trendy."

Meng Xi: "...Are you kidding me?"

"Ah? What did you say?"

"……Depend on."

Song Zhiyi couldn't help laughing out loud, and walked over to guide the old man on behalf of Meng Xi. After a few words, he suddenly realized.

"Thank you, you're still a reliable girlfriend!" He left these words, and happily rode away on a small electric donkey.

"Ha, why?"

Meng Xi couldn't accept it, "Is it because I'm not talking loud enough? He just came to play with me!"

Song Zhiyi laughed.

Meng Xi took her arm and leaned against her body, grumbled and complained a few words, and then said: "...Forget it, let's go, I'll take you to eat hot pot, there is a hot pot restaurant near here that tastes really good. "

Song Zhiyi said, "Eat hot pot at this time?"

It's almost summer.

Meng Xi held her hand and said calmly: "Hot pot is always delicious. Come this way."

Song Zhiyi let her lead the way.

There was a lot of traffic and people, and they naturally walked on the street with their fingers interlocked.Meng Xi hummed softly, Song Zhiyi turned her head to look at her delicate and bright side face, as if aware of the gaze, she turned her eyes sideways.

"what happened?"

"……nothing."

Song Zhiyi said, then suddenly shook his head and laughed.It was a gentle and bright smile, in the afterglow of the setting sun, it seemed to be dyed with a soft and bright glow.

The cloud fell in Meng Xi's eyes, she stared blankly, only to hear Song Zhiyi say with a slight smile:

"I just... want to thank you."

No matter in the past, now or in the future, thank you for reaching out to me, thank you for being willing to love me.

Meng Xi: "...Huh?"

Are you still talking about this?

Song Zhiyi just pursed her lips and smiled: "I love you too, Meng Xi."

This love lasts about a lifetime, and she will never let go before the end comes.