surrender to her

Chapter 1 Classmate He

You lit a fire in my world overgrown with withered grass, and the flames roared with the wind. I saw your eyes in the absurd black abyss. After that, the night ended and the sky became bright.

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The devil is entrenched in the dark corner, and the girl under the light is like a supreme god, peeping lowly. He would never have thought that one day the girl would turn around, and her eyes and love would only come for him.

From then on, the devil turned into a believer, and He Liangchi's only minister in this life was Meng Cheng.

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In the bustling city near Beihe Ruihua School, there was a lot of noise from the private room at the end of the second floor of a restaurant on the street.

The room is large and bright, and it can be seen that it has been carefully arranged. The champagne decoration of "Happy Birthday" is pasted in the middle of one wall, and some beautiful colorful balloons and pull lights are tied next to it.

A banner was stretched straight up on the top, and the birthday wishes in white characters on a red background were abrupt and conspicuous: I wish Sister Cheng a happy birthday, no repeating grades every year, and no shortage of men every year!Oh yeah!
On the yellow rosewood turntable round table is a post-dinner scene that has been swept away by the wind and clouds. There are several boxes of cigarettes and plastic lighters scattered among them, various snacks and fruits, and beer and beverage bottles can be seen everywhere.

The three-layer cream cake was frantically scattered everywhere, but not a single bite fell into Meng Cheng's mouth, and it was all used by Xiang Zhao and the others for a cake battle.

At this time, they were full and tired, and a group of boys and girls gathered around to play dice, chatting and talking nonsense, as if they could never run out of energy.

Xiang Zhao and Gao Wenbo stood in the middle, matching your words with my words was like talking about cross talk, which made the others laugh non-stop.

The topic went round and round, not long after the start of school, I don't know who started it, talking about the new students in the new class, it was a bit noisy in the private room, a name vaguely passed by the ear, Meng Cheng didn't hear it clearly.

I didn't recognize her even if I heard it clearly, because she had never been to school except the day of the school report.

"I think I can tell someone that I have won many battles in social life without a single defeat. I can chat with an old man with depression sitting next to me. From then on, there is only love and light in my heart. But it has been a week. It's all familiar, and Student He didn't even give me a modal particle in a daze! Hey, hey!"

Gao Wenbo answered like a joke: "I really didn't say that, that guy's face turned cold. To put it bluntly, I think that if he poured a bottle of yogurt on his face and shoveled it twice with a shovel, one serving would be enough." Frozen fried yogurt is freshly baked, it’s like a whole walking fried yogurt machine!”

"..."

Meng Cheng sank into the sofa lazily and comfortably, with his long legs slightly bent, stepping on the table, his exposed skin shone with snow-colored crystal luster under the light, he raised his hand handsomely and neatly shook the dice Gu a few times, There was a "snap" on the table.

Her cold and beautiful eyebrows slightly raised, and she laughed slowly: "Who taught you to use metaphors like this?"

"It's not surprising, his father is a physical education teacher, and he has been tutoring him in Chinese since he was a child." Xiang Zhao giggled, and rolled the dice while talking, and he forced to shake the posture of a Taoist priest.

As soon as the points were counted, Meng Cheng lost.

A circle of people around made a fuss, she was going to drink, but was stopped by Xiang Zhao, "Sister Cheng, drinking is so boring, do you dare to play a big game?"

"What dare I, Meng Cheng?"

Meng Cheng thought for a second and wondered if there was one, so he added rigorously: "Except for studying."

Everyone laughed a few times, and then urged Xiang Zhao curiously that Meng Cheng himself seemed indifferent, with a lazy expression, waiting for him to come up with some ideas.

"My handsome hot face has been on He's classmate's cold ass for a week, and I feel so stuck, sister, you go and meet him." Xiang Zhao was depressed for a while because of this only flaw in his social resume, and said: "Finally So that he can bow down under your pomegranate skirt..."

"...and then dumped him hard?" Gao Wenbo guessed based on the direction of the dog blood TV series.

In an instant, Xiang Zhaoxiang was connected to Ren and Du's two veins, enlightened, Mao Sai suddenly realized: "Yes! That's right! Just do it!"

Meng Cheng: "..."

"How old are you two? I don't even like this trick in kindergarten." Being childish and boring, she couldn't help but say something disgusting, and after two seconds she laughed again: "Besides, what am I trying to figure out? Figure out his cold ass That touch of tenderness?"

Meng Cheng leaned close to a good-looking girl, Song Xinyuan listened to what they said, and interjected after putting on her makeup: "That's right, let's accumulate some virtues for you, then what... classmate, she is just talking coldly." Little, who made you rush to trouble people?"

Xiang Zhao's cheeks were bulging, because he couldn't beat Song Xinyuan, so he had to ignore her words, and answered Meng Cheng's question: "Picture his beauty! Classmate He is so handsome!"

As he spoke, he slapped Gao Wenbo on the shoulder, seeking an alliance: "Bo Zi, do you think so?"

Gao Wenbo nodded solemnly, and agreed: "Yes, yes, one look can make a person cry, and shed colorful tears that are longer than Lanzhou ramen."

"..."

"Pfft... do you want to make a Hollywood fantasy movie?"

Everyone couldn't help but laugh at his description of magic, Meng Cheng's eyes also curved softly, and the smile on his charming and beautiful face was so dazzling, "Come on, I know you are educated, put away your language talent and put it in your pocket." Let's go."

Xiang Zhao still insisted: "Sister Cheng, you really don't plan to try it? Melting an iceberg is quite a challenge."

try what?She didn't even remember the name, Meng Cheng shook his head and said lightly, "I'm not interested."

After saying that, he gulped down half a glass of beer in one gulp, as punishment for losing.

There were more than a dozen people at the scene, and the circles were different. No one had been paying attention to that handsome classmate He who could make people drink Lanzhou ramen. This topic was quickly skipped, and the noise remained the same.

Meng Cheng's impression of this episode is also fleeting, she never puts insignificant people and things in her heart, so she is heartless and relaxed.

As a birthday star, she played a few more games with her friends, then got up, and said to Song Xinyuan, who was drinking beer like plain water, "Play first, I'll go to the bathroom."

Song Xinyuan said "OK".

After coming out of the toilet, Meng Cheng didn't go back. She crossed the private room to the small semi-curved open-air platform at the end of the corridor, and lit a cigarette. She occasionally smoked, but most of them were low-concentration women's cigarettes with a fruity fragrance.

The breeze blows over the face with the unique hot and sticky feeling of summer night, mixed with the various aromas of the whole snack street below.

Meng Cheng's slender porcelain-white arms hung down on the cold iron railings, his slightly curly thick long hair was black and soft, hanging down to his waist like seaweed, and the hair on both sides of his cheeks was blown back by the wind.

The slender cigarette butt between her fingers was flickering, she only took a few puffs, and the lingering mist spit out from her unlit and red lips, blinding her eyes, and was blown away by the wind in an instant, leaving no trace.

The night is dark, there are no stars tonight, only a crooked moon is like a light boat, hanging alone in the dark as ink sky, dizzy with bright and clear moonlight.

The fireworks in the world below are more lively, and the moon on this day makes people look more deserted.

The sound of joy in the private room could be faintly heard, making it more and more obvious that no one was quiet in the corridor. Meng Cheng raised his head, looked at the lonely and distant crescent moon, and pulled himself away from the crowd of laughter and laughter. This moment reached a peak.

The moon is not round, life is sad.

Just like every year today is her birthday and also the anniversary of her mother's death.

(End of this chapter)