MTL - She Really Hates-Chapter 34

For various reasons, Mrs. Meng finally rejected the proposal. Meng Xi was still a little unhappy until 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 - that's how long ago, people's thinking will change."

Of course, Meng Xi couldn't leave her family behind to watch the Spring Festival Gala by herself.

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

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

But that didn't stop them from chatting.

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

Meng Xi told her the day before that she didn't want to go.

"The origin of family learning."

Meng Xi was very calm, pointed at Father Meng confidently and said, "My dad said before that he wouldn't agree with me to keep a dog even if he died, look at it."

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

Xue Bi also followed: "Wow?"

"Little bastard!" Father Meng reacted, no matter what he scolded her in advance, he said, "If your mother says you say you, what are you doing to me?"

"Wow, are you scolding people like that?"

Meng Xi couldn't believe it, and turned his head to provoke a conflict between husband and wife, "Mom, look at him, I'm a little bastard, what are you? It's too much for this person."

Mrs. Meng was grabbing the red envelope: "...Oh, good luck this time. Okay, don't you two make trouble with me."

She didn't care, the father and daughter quarreled a few times, and the conflict escalated on the spot.

Father Meng was so angry that he was looking for something like a ruler, a broom, a rolling pin, etc. Meng Xi jumped up and ran.

In the blink of an eye, Xue Bi became an unattended dog, looked at them blankly, was greeted by Meng Zhao, and unceremoniously shoved onto her lap as a cushion.

It wasn't until the host on TV mentioned that "Teacher Feng Yi and Teacher Song Zhiyi are invited", Meng Xi caught the key words, and he stopped arguing with Father Meng. The meaning was soft, and the two sat on the sofa again. Down.

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

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

With the sound of music, the background slowly turned into a budding fresh green. The camera first gave a close-up view of Feng Yi, who was playing the violin, and then slowly turned to the other side as if he was appetizing.

Song Zhiyi was wearing a cheongsam.

I don't know if there is an official dress requirement, but the host and all the previous performers wore red, and she was no exception.

The close-fitting clothing tightly outlines the exquisite curves, and the large groups of cranes and plum blossoms are embroidered from the chest to the skirt, but it does not look complicated. It is because the red is as warm and bright as flames, which makes her muscles and bones as smooth as snow.

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

Meng Xi looked at her without blinking, forgetting everything around her, only being guided by the increasingly compact piano sound.

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

- Song Zhiyi looks too good in red.

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

Wait a minute, who wants to see Wuyangyang's auditorium or the smelly man playing the violin! Cut me back!

She thought so, 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 match..."

Father Meng smiled: "Yes! She is very talented at the piano."

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

Xue Bi shook her head and ran to Meng Xi's place in aggrieved manner, "woohoo".

Meng Xi hugged it and rubbed it, but his eyes were still stuck on the TV screen.

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

[I watched the show, it was great! Who is the one who did the styling for you, send him a red envelope, thank him for showing 100% of your beauty, and overwhelm all the female stars! 】

【Know what I mean: ...too exaggerated】

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

She didn't seem to be able to deal with such a straightforward compliment.

When Meng Xi chatted with Song Zhiyi, he couldn't care about TV.

On the contrary, Father Meng and Madam Meng watched with relish and commented from time to time; although Meng Zhao would join the conversation, he was mainly working.

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

Instead, I remembered the individual poor employees who were still working overtime in the company, and sent them a red envelope.

Time passed in the lively TV show. The last ten seconds of this year were counted down. When the host was leading the audience to count, Father Meng and Madam Meng had already stood up and went upstairs to sleep.

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

scattered scattered.

Counting down the ninth second, Meng Xi turned off the TV, ignoring Meng Zhao, who was still working, and 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, took a few steps out from the side door, and took the phone outside the house.

In the fifth second, the cold wind made her shiver, and the shrubs in the garden cast a faint shadow in the interweaving light and moonlight.

In the fourth second, the call was connected.

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

She could only hear the tidy sound of the mountains and tsunamis, echoing in her ears:

"—Three, two, one!"

"Happy New Year!"

By the second year.

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

Song Zhiyi's smiling blessings were mixed in, and it was almost overwhelmed, but it seemed to be extraordinarily clear.

"Happy New Year," she said.

Meng Xi faces the family garden.

Fireworks and firecrackers are now prohibited in the city. The liveliness of the past is gone, and a thin moon hangs in the sky, and it is deserted.

But she just said good night to her family. Even if it was just four people having dinner on New Year's Eve, then sitting together and doing their own work, and going to bed separately at the end of the day, they would not feel lonely, let alone deserted.

Such an environment would only make her feel peaceful and quiet.

What about Song Zhiyi?

It can be said that there are too many people there, and the atmosphere is extremely warm. But does she feel lonely and deserted?

Meng Xi didn't want to make up his mind too much.

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

"Are you over there?"

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

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

"Hotel, it's too far to go back."

"Okay, be careful." Meng Xi said, "This kind of activity has the most people coming and going, and it's easy to get into trouble. Don't be followed like last time."

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

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

Song Zhiyi changed back to her usual clothes, found her car, and got into the driver's seat.

She gave everyone around her annual leave and let them go back for the holidays, including the driver and assistant, and 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 squatting outside the door.

Fortunately, although she is a public figure, she is not so newsworthy. If she is caught, it will be over.

It was destined to be a night of all kinds of entertainment news. Maybe the media without news would pay attention to such trivial things as she didn't even have an assistant.

Song Zhiyi thought so, maintaining a decent and gentle smile, and didn't let go of the curvature of her lips until she returned to the room.

The hotel cupboards are stocked with high-end snacks and fast food.

In order to wear the close-fitting cheongsam and maintain her manners at the party, she has not eaten since the afternoon, and at most moisturised her lips with some water.

I still feel hungry at dinner, but now I'm so hungry that I don't feel it anymore.

No snow today.

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

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

Meng Xi, did not say Happy New Year.

The author has something to say: I must write someone to confess in the next chapter!

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