MTL - She Really Hates-Chapter 33

Song Zhiyi never thought about this possibility.

Of course she still remembered the day Meng Xi said.

Just as she was sitting in the music classroom and practicing the piano, as usual, a certain song ended, and suddenly someone knocked on the door.

She turned her head and saw Meng Xi standing at the back door smiling at her, her school uniform jacket was casually open, the sweatshirt inside was close to her narrow waist, her body was slender and flexible, but not as soft and boneless as a willow branch, more like a It is a fresh and tall bamboo branch.

Meng Xilai did not intend to leave after conveying the competition information from the head teacher.

She moved a chair and sat next to Song Zhiyi, with her feet on the horizontal grid under the chair, her legs bent, and her chin supported as she watched her play the piano, her eyes were so focused that she could not be ignored.

Song Zhiyi couldn't concentrate because of her, she only felt that her fingers were getting hot under the sunlight, and seeing that she seemed to be very interested in the piano today, she asked her if she wanted to give it a try.

Meng Xi said yes.

Song Zhiyi taught her to play the little star.

"It's too simple." Meng Xi learned very quickly. Although he couldn't play well, he started to shout, "Don't perfunctory me, isn't there something more challenging?"

His tone was provocative and coquettish.

If it was someone else, Song Zhiyi must have driven her out, but it was Meng Xi.

Song Zhiyi couldn't be angry with her, and didn't want to let go of such a "student" with a bad attitude, so she played "Variations of Little Stars".

Meng Xi was speechless in surprise: "Are you a little star, or a meteorite group? It doesn't have to be that difficult..."

She is clearly picking and choosing, yet she can still be so confident.

Song Zhiyi was helpless: "Then let me teach you the song I first learned."

Meng Xi said, "What is it?"

"Adelina by the Water".

After listening to her play, Meng Xi muttered, "Isn't this broadcast every day at school at noon?" and followed her to learn.

Two people huddled on a piano bench, passing their body temperature through light clothes. On and off the unfinished sound of the piano danced under her hands.

Song Zhiyi seemed to smell the fragrance of roses in the summer garden again, and even the sunlight outside the window became warmer.

She thought, she really wanted to stay in this moment forever.

It's a pity that when the harsh class bell rang from the radio, Meng Xi jumped up in a hurry as if she was awakened - she didn't pay attention to the time, she was late for class!

Meng Xi hurriedly said goodbye to her, rushed to the back door of the music classroom, suddenly braked the car, turned around and asked a strange question: "Do you really like piano?"

"yes."

Song Zhiyi answered in confusion.

Meng Xi smiled, with a little unconscious arrogance, his eyebrows faced the bright sunlight, lively and radiant.

"Think about it carefully, I also have something I like so much, so let's work hard together."

After saying these endless words, she waved her hand and ran away gracefully, like an unstoppable wind.

In Song Zhiyi's memory, Meng Xi in this scene was too dazzling, like the scorching summer sun that never fell.

But she never thought that this would be caused by herself.

Behind Meng Xi, the thin fountain rose again, and the crystal water column changed color in the colorful lights at the bottom of the pool.

She raised a smile on her brows, and her eyes shone with colorful light, which overlapped with the look back many years ago, almost defeating Song Zhiyi at this moment.

"...Is it as exaggerated as you say?"

Song Zhiyi avoided his gaze.

She had heard a lot of compliments, but never took them to heart, but at this moment, she realized the feeling of "being too embarrassed to be praised".

She escaped from Meng Xi's blunt gaze, as if returning from a vacuum world.

The beeping of horns in the traffic, the noise of the crowds, and the melodious sound of the violin not far away—this is the classic song, Canon in D major.

These voices seemed extremely distant when she was caught by that gaze, and it was only now that they broke the barrier and appeared clearly in her ears again.

Song Zhiyi listened to the music and was a little surprised: "This violin is not bad."

Are you sorry?

Meng Xi watched her avoid the topic and smiled smugly, but she accepted it as soon as she saw it.

"Mr. Song said it's good, so you have to listen carefully."

They walked towards the corner of the square where the music came from.

Probably because of the convenience of playing, the young girl playing the violin took off her coat. In the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, Meng Xi looked cold for her.

A few scattered pedestrians stopped to listen, but she didn't seem to notice, her eyes focused on the strings, her lips were slightly pursed, and her face was beautiful and cold.

On the contrary, there is a small sign with a QR code in front of him. The handwriting on it does not match the person's, and it is round and cute:

【If you are moved by my music, you can give as much as you want~】

There are also hearts and smiley faces at the end.

Song Zhiyi rated it as "not bad", so Meng Xi went to scan it.

However, Meng Xi whispered to Song Zhiyi: "I chose the wrong song. If this girl chooses a pop song with a gimmick, there will definitely be more people around than now."

Song Zhiyi glanced at her helplessly, but couldn't help but agree with her words.

This "Canon" seems to be the last song. After the young girl finished playing, she put down her violin and bowed to the surrounding audience.

"thank you all."

When she heard the last person, they all applauded a few times and praised her. After a while, they dispersed.

Meng Xi happened to receive news from Xiao Zhu, and the driver drove the car over. She and Song Zhiyi were also about to leave, but when they turned around, they saw a familiar person trotting over with a bag.

"Xiaotong!"

Tong Dong, who had only parted at the hotel before, had a bright smile on his face and ran to the violin girl, "Your three-point candy, hehe~"

"You went to buy milk tea again..."

"A reward for you! It's cold or not, put on your clothes first, and I'll take care of the rest."

As Tong Dong said, he came over to collect the standing card with the QR code printed on it, just in time to see Meng Xi and Song Zhiyi who didn't have time to leave.

"…"

"…"

Tong Dong's movements froze for a while, then he slowly stood up straight with the sign, showing a reluctant smile, "Haha, you are here too, what a coincidence..."

Kind of embarrassing.

Although Meng Xi didn't understand what was embarrassing - she and Song Zhiyi went for a walk after watching the movie, and happened to meet Tong Dong and her...friend?

There's nothing to be embarrassed about. But Tong Dong's reaction was obviously very uncomfortable, which made the whole occasion fall into a weird atmosphere.

Song Zhiyi seemed to be unaware of the atmosphere, and answered naturally, "It's a coincidence. Are you here?"

"…"

Tong Dong paused for a while, then quickly said with a smile, "As you have seen, life is not easy, just be a street performer!"

The girl playing the violin noticed their conversation and came over with milk tea: "Tongtong? Is that someone you know?"

As she got closer, she couldn't help but look at Song Zhiyi.

"Ah, yes." Tong Dong hugged her smoothly, "My friend, Lin Xiaotong; this is my high school classmate, Meng Xi and Song Zhiyi."

"Song Zhiyi... Teacher Song?" Lin Xiaotong confirmed Song Zhiyi's identity. After being surprised, she became excited, "It's really you!"

Tong Dong was stunned: "You know each other?"

Meng Xi also raised his eyebrows.

Song Zhiyi was the calmest, she nodded: "Long time no see, Xiaotong."

Meng Xi said, "Do you really know each other?"

She thought it was just Song Zhiyi's admirer or something. After all, Song Zhiyi saw someone just now, but there was no superfluous reaction at all.

Lin Xiaotong said: "Mr. Song is my sponsor... I have always been very grateful to you."

Meng Xi: "…"

Meng Xi was shocked.

"It's nothing." Song Zhiyi obviously had no interest in this topic, but only encouraged her, "It seems that you have learned well, so that's fine, and you will continue to work hard in the future."

"Yes…"

Lin Xiaotong lowered her head. Although she was praised as "not bad", she was somewhat embarrassed when she bumped into the sponsor in this situation.

It's not early, no one will have a holiday tomorrow except Song Zhiyi, they said a few words and then said goodbye to each other.

Meng Xi looked at the backs of the two people, arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder, leaning on each other intimately, and suddenly asked:

"Are the two of them a couple?"

Song Zhiyi was surprised: "Did you see it?"

"It just feels like that atmosphere..." Meng Xi thought of himself and Song Zhiyi who were often misunderstood.

When the two of them walk together, do others seem to feel the same way?

...really brainwashed by these people.

The more Meng Xi thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong, so she changed the subject: "What happened to Tong Dong and Lu Mei's husband?"

Song Zhiyi said before that Lu Mei's husband took Tong Dong to a concert alone. Although she didn't explicitly say the relationship between the two, but all implied so, Meng Xi tacitly agreed that the two had an affair.

Song Zhiyi is not someone who spreads unfounded gossip. If she speaks out, it means it's true.

Song Zhiyi said, "I heard that Mr. Feng recently accepted a talented apprentice, that is Xiaotong."

"…"

Meng Xi had nothing to say.

She couldn't use words to evaluate this chaotic relationship, and it was voluntary to see the appearance of the parties, so she had to listen to the gossip.

Originally, the affairs of those two had nothing to do with her, but what surprised her the most today was Song Zhiyi.

"I didn't expect you to sponsor poor students." Meng Xi honestly expressed his disbelief.

Charity Meng Xi also usually does it, but after listening to the conversation between Lin Xiaotong and Song Zhiyi just now, Song Zhiyi is definitely not the type who just donates money to finish the job, but will always pay attention.

This has greatly subverted Song Zhiyi's image in Meng Xi's heart.

Song Zhiyi said, "Who is the real poor student who has money to practice musical instruments? I just funded a few talented people who want to go this way."

"So it is."

Meng Xi can understand this.

She also sometimes personally invests in independent game studios with just a few people.

In the end, it doesn't matter whether you make money or not, it is mainly a kind of mentality of loving the house and the black that arises when you love a certain industry.

She was too obvious. Song Zhiyi stopped in front of her car and glanced at her with a half-smile: "Mr. Meng, what kind of image do I have in your eyes, so I won't do anything good?"

Meng Xi blinked and said seriously, "How come? I think Teacher Song is very beautiful, very strong, and very smart..."

Just not very kind.

Meng Xi hid these words, and Song Zhiyi was speechless to her straightforward praise.

"...Okay, I'm leaving."

Song Zhiyi opened the car door and didn't let her continue.

Perhaps it was because of the red light of the roadside hot pot city signboard, her cheeks were also stained with a thin blush.

Meng Xi held back a smile and waved her goodbye. When he got back to his car, he no longer concealed his smile.

Certainly not too restrictive. Being so restrained when getting along with each other and worrying about the so-called "friend distance" will of course be uncomfortable.

Anyway, Song Zhiyi doesn't follow the rules herself, she just fights back, there's nothing wrong with it, right?

No...probably.

Meng Xi didn't want to think anymore.

Occasionally, there is a faint voice in her heart complaining - if she is not satisfied with what she can do among friends, what does it mean?

A few days after the class reunion, Song Zhiyi's vacation ended, and she began to fly around the world to go to the concert.

"New Year's Eve is coming soon. Do you spend New Year's Eve by yourself, or where do you go?"

Han Yuming came to her before to talk about the troubles of the New Year's Day for a long time. By the way, because he was going to visit He's house, he couldn't come to her for red envelopes on the first day of the new year, and wanted to pay in advance...

As soon as Meng Xi kicked him out, Song Zhiyi's international phone call arrived, so he casually mentioned it.

Meng Xi guessed that she lived by herself.

The relatives of the Song family and Ye family are not close to Song Zhiyi. Now that both Song Peng and Ye Lan have passed away, if it is not necessary, she will not contact either of them.

Although Mr. He was her teacher, he was not a family member after all, and Song Zhiyi's character would not bother him.

Isn't that too cold? Meng Xi thought that out of humanitarianism, she could stop by and have a look on the first day of the new year.

In the end, Song Zhiyi smiled and complained, "I can't go anywhere. I have to prepare for the Spring Festival Gala, Mr. Meng."

Meng Xi: "…"

She forgot about it.

"Well, that's a good thing."

At least it's a little better than the game operation that works overtime during the same New Year. Meng Xi said, "Work hard, the people all over the country are waiting for you in front of the TV. I will also watch it on time."

Song Zhiyi said, "Aren't you going?"

Of course, the Meng family has a ticket. But rather than going to the party to watch the party, Mrs. Meng prefers to stay at home, and the family of four gathers to have a lively gathering. Naturally, no one opposes her.

However, when Meng Xi was a child, she clamored to go for a year, but Mrs. Meng couldn't beat her, so she went.

In the end, Meng Xi found that watching the performance live was not interesting.

"That's it, it's a pity."

After listening to Meng Xi's explanation, Song Zhiyi's regretful voice came from the receiver of the mobile phone, "I still want you to be there. It can be regarded as our New Year's Eve together."

"…"

Meng Xide admitted that listening to Song Zhiyi's soft sigh, she also felt that this matter suddenly became very regrettable. It was as if she had been intoxicated by her voice.

They chatted for a while, most of them were trivial life trivial matters, and finally Song Zhiyi had something to do and ended the call.

Meng Xi hung up the phone, pondered for a moment, then turned around and called Mrs. Meng:

"Mom, do you want to go to the Spring Festival Gala this year? There is a venue in this city this year, so you don't have to run so far."

The author has something to say: the number of words is too many, so it's too late, I tried my best qwq...

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