The first time Song Zhiyan saw Meng Ou was the opening ceremony of a freshman in the first year of high school. Meng Ou followed her principal's father out from behind the dark red curtain in the auditorium table. She had not dyed her hair at that time and tied a bun. She was wearing her school uniform properly. She was very thin and tall. Her high-top sneakers made her legs look particularly slender.

As she walked towards her class, many students looked at her along the way.

But Meng Ou's eyes didn't squint and his eyes were calm. At first glance, you wouldn't think that this was a gentle girl. Even though she was smiling with others, many people in the class liked her and were very happy, and they didn't realize it because her father was the principal. But Song Zhiyan always felt that the other party gave people a sense of distance, so that half of the school year after the first half of the high school year, he didn't dare to say a word to Meng Ou.

Meng Ou asked Song Zhiyan to collect his homework, and Song Zhiyan threw the notebook over directly. When the other party's smile gradually disappeared from the corner of his mouth, he beat his chest and stamped his feet in his heart.

This shouldn't be the reaction!

Even if the other party takes the initiative to talk to him, he can often chat to death quickly.

It was only after becoming a deskmate that they gradually became ambiguous. Song Zhiyan and Meng Ou both tacitly did not make it clear, and Song Zhiyan did not have the courage to make it clear.

Song Zhiyan often takes Meng Ou home before the driver comes. Song Zhiyan is quite puzzled at this point. Meng Ou's father is the principal and gets off work with them at about this time every day, but Meng Ou always takes the bus by herself and never sees her go back with the principal.

Song Zhiyan's home and Meng Ou's address are completely different directions. Song Zhiyan sent Meng Ou to his home several times before returning to his home, but it was almost 12 o'clock.

Meng Ou didn't know about these.

As the two gradually approached, Song Zhiyan thought that he had finally guarded the clouds and saw the moon bright, but because of one thing, the relationship between the two quickly dropped to freezing point.

When they were about to arrive at the community where Meng Ou's family was located, at the door, when Song Zhiyan was about to leave, he saw a boy rushing out from inside and pulling Meng Ou. The guard was dozing in the security booth, and he didn't notice at all. Song Zhiyan saw Meng Ou's face look ugly, almost without thinking. Song Zhiyan rushed up and punched and kicked the boy.

Gu Wang and Shen Zhao, and Song Zhiyan, objectively speaking, the three people who fought were the most powerful and the coldest. If they were not facing Gu Wang and Shen Zhao, he could still be an indifferent school bully.

Meng Ou grabbed him and said enough.

Song Zhiyan stopped and looked at Meng Ou with his head tilted, "What does it mean?"

Meng Ou lowered her eyelids and said softly, "It means stop hitting."

The boy got up from the ground, covered his head, walked to Song Zhiyan, stared at him for a long time, then looked at Meng Ou, and smiled sinisterly, "You're finished, hahahahahahahaha."

The boy left, and Song Zhiyan looked at Meng Ou for no reason.

Meng Ou showed a fragile and desperate expression for the first time.

"Can you not be so impulsive? What do you know? I don't need you to help me!" She stretched out her hand and pushed and beat Song Zhiyan on the chest. How strong can a girl be? Song Zhiyan felt that her bones were pushed away and smashed.

"Mengou, what do you mean? Are you blaming me?" Song Zhiyan felt unbelievable and unreasonable, "I am helping you!"

Meng Ou calmed down, picked up the schoolbag on the ground, carried it on her shoulders, and returned to her usual cold appearance.

"I don't need it." She took two steps, turned her back to Song Zhiyan, and added softly, "Don't be self-indulgent."

It was not until Meng Ou's back disappeared into the dark night at the entrance of the community that Song Zhiyan realized that he smiled like a self-deprecatingly, as ugly as crying.

"I'll go, fuck you." Song Zhiyan kicked the trash can next to him, watching the bottles and jars rolled out from inside, staring at them for a while, suddenly felt that they were quite incompetent, so he squatted and picked them up one by one, straightened the trash can. He stood up and saw that the old man in the security booth looked at him like he was looking at a lunatic.

"Uncle, stop watching, I'm going to cry." Song Zhiyan shouted aggrievedly.

The old man ignored him and was still watching.

Song Zhiyan stood up and looked at him for a while before he realized that the old man was cross-eyed. He didn't look at him, and even remained indifferent when he heard Song Zhiyan's voice. Song Zhiyan felt that he wanted to cry even more.

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It was winter in the city a, and Gu Wang ran over to tell Song Zhiyan.

"Meng Ou is going to transfer to school."

"That boy was Meng Ou's half-brother that night. She just told me that only said this."

Song Zhiyan and Meng Ou have long been not at the same table. From that night to now, they have never said a word. He went to see Meng Ou's current location, and there was not a single book on it. I don't know when Meng Ou had no preview, so he left quietly.

Song Zhiyan suddenly stood up, and did not bring his coat on the back of the chair. He rushed downstairs and ran into many people along the way. I don’t know who poured a cup of milk tea on the ground at the corner. Everyone tacitly walked around the piece. Song Zhiyan rushed down, but he didn’t pay attention to it, stepped on it and fell directly to the ground. The noise was so loud that all the classmates around him looked at it, but he didn’t care. He got up and ran downstairs again.

"Song Zhiyan?"

"What is he running? Are he crazy? Wearing a sweatshirt so cold! Doesn't it hurt when he falls?"

"Who knows?"

Who knows that Song Zhiyan couldn't feel the cold air rushing into his clothes frantically. He only felt the heartbeat that was about to jump out of his chest and the sounds that kept coming out of his mind.

It will be too fast, it will be too late to get faster.

It was still time that as soon as he left the teaching building, he looked up and saw the girl standing on the runway.

Song Zhiyan's steps slowly stopped. He seemed to have not seen the other party for a long time, and he actually felt a sense of being close to homesickness. He could not go backwards and did not dare to take a step forward.

There was about four or five meters away in the middle. Song Zhiyan stood on the steps of the teaching building gate, with a thin body and a little pitiful look.

Meng Ou sighed, walked slowly to Song Zhiyan, and looked up at the other party.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Meng Ou smiled, "If you don't come again, I'll leave."

Meng Ou knew that Gu Wang would definitely tell Song Zhiyan, and that Song Zhiyan would definitely come down, and she knew that she would definitely wait until Song Zhiyan came down before leaving.

Song Zhiyan had just stopped and was still gasping for breath. He looked at Meng Ou with a look of disbelief on his face.

"That boy is my younger brother, only half a year younger than me," Meng Ou said slowly, "I have always regarded this as a humiliation. No one has ever said it. Our family looks warm and harmonious on the surface, but in fact it has been terrible."

"My dad took him in and recorded it in my household registration. He is either an illegitimate child, he is my parents' child." Meng Ou smiled coldly, "Do you know why? Because I am a girl, my mother was physically injured after giving birth to me and could not get pregnant again."

Song Zhiyan was silent for a long time before he spoke slowly, "Can't you get a divorce?"

Meng Ou was stunned for a moment, and even felt sarcastic when he said something, "They love each other very much. Even if my father abused my mother and said he loved her very much after the beating, but every time it was because of Meng Qin that my father beat my mother. Meng Qin is my brother."

Song Zhiyan probably understood.

Why did Meng Qin look so proud that night? Because he would complain when he got home, saying that Meng Ou had asked someone to beat him, and his father would definitely not beat his daughter, but he would blame Meng Ou for not teaching his children well. Maybe he could do it. That's why Meng Qin told Meng Ou that you are finished. So Meng Ou got so angry at that time because after returning home, she had to face the mess all over the ground, her angry father, her crying mother and her sarcastic brother.

"Song Zhiyan, look, my family is so bad, I..." Meng Ou's face appeared with a slight decay that was slightly different from her previous arrogant expression. Song Zhiyan felt ache in her heart. Before she finished speaking, she pulled the person into her arms.

"It doesn't matter."

"My parents are very good, my family is very good. They always want to have a daughter, and they will like you very much." Song Zhiyan made a great joke and started to become the most stupid when he was serious. He followed the girl's hair in his arms, "It's okay, it will pass."

Meng Ou's voice was hoarse and buried in Song Zhiyan's arms, "Song Zhiyan, do you know? I don't think I deserve all the beautiful things in the world."

You are the best thing in the world, I am not worthy of it, so Meng Ou didn’t even dare to tell Song Zhiyan about the messy things in her family. Everyone seemed to be living a good life, only she was rooted in the mud.

Song Zhiyan lowered his eyes, "You deserve it." You are the most beautiful in yourself.

Fortunately, the class was about to begin, and there were very few students around. The two of them couldn't stay for a long time. Meng Ou's cell phone rang, and she answered the phone, "I'll come out soon."

"Tell you, my parents are already divorced, and I'm waiting for you in college."

Song Zhiyan watched the girl's back disappear at the school gate. When he walked upstairs, he savored Meng Ou's last words, "Which university is she waiting for herself in college?"

Thinking that Meng Ou's total score was one or two hundred points higher than him, Song Zhiyan's steps suddenly became heavier.

Fortunately, everything was developing in the expected direction, and Meng Ou deserved the best thing in the world. Her mother opened a beauty salon and two admission letters in her hand.

Why two pictures?

The other one is from Song Zhiyan. After receiving the notice, the other party sent the notice directly to Meng Ou.

"What are you laughing at? So happy?"

Meng Ou handed Yan Shu two notices, "Song Zhiyan sent it."

Yan Shu knew about Song Zhiyan’s relationship with her daughter and had never opposed it. If the boy was sincere, she would be happy to see her success. Meng Ou was much happier this year.

However, she only knew what Song Zhiyan looked like. The notice contained a registration photo, which was transferred from the high school file. She looked quite well-looking and looked like a child from a good family.

Meng Ou raised her eyes and saw a note posted by him behind Song Zhiyan’s notice.

-Sister Ou, can you give me a title? I used the admission letter to exchange it.

The sky outside the window is bright and the sun is bright.

The boy in the room was playing games on the carpet with headphones. It was so noisy. When WeChat prompted for new news, he heard it all at once. He lost the headphones and went to look at his phone.

Chen Zhao next to him kicked him, "Fuck, what are you doing?"

The boy ignored him and opened the chat interface with Meng Ou.

[Sister Ou: I agree, my dear boyfriend, see you in college!]

The boy wanted to call Meng Ou immediately, but he was so excited that he couldn't speak. The next second, his tears burst out and he fell on the carpet along his cheek.

Chen Zhao was stunned by the side, "What's wrong with you, Yan Gou?"

Song Zhiyan wiped the water marks on his face, "Nothing."

He replied to Meng Ou.

[Song Zhiyan: OK, received.]

Only the result is good, and all the waiting is actually under the warm expectation.

When the final answer was revealed, fireworks were like fireworks shaking the sky, and pearlescent lines illuminating the dark night sky. This prosperous fireworks performance had just begun.

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Lin Yu's x Tang Xingtian

"Hello everyone, my name is Lin Yuzhi. I am a clinical professional. I..." After Lin Yuzhi wrote down his name on the blackboard, he turned around and saw Tang Xingtian sitting in the first row, with his face dark.

After knowing that Tang Xingtian was also in the student union, Lin Yuzhi instantly lost his yearning for this organization, introduced himself perfunctorily, sat in the last row, and prepared to slip away.

Tang Xingtian in front leaned on the back of the chair, threw the pen in his hand, stood up and walked directly to Lin Yuzhi, and sat down loudly.
To be continued...