She Really Hates

"Meng Xi, Meng Xi! Are you okay?!"

Someone shouted anxiously in his ear, Meng Xi clutched his aching forehead, dizzy, and a dazzling white light appeared in front of him.

The soles of her feet were weak, and she let the man help her to sit next to her.

brain buzzing...

A lot of strange, completely different information from her memory squeezed in.

Meng Xi had a splitting headache and shook his head, causing a tumbling in his stomach.

His sight returned to normal in a split second, and the handsome man with a disgraced face beside him was holding a mobile phone and his mouth kept opening and closing.

She barely managed to get sober: "The exhibition..."

The man's reply seemed to be blurred through a glass cover: "I've served you sister, I'm still thinking about the exhibition at this time! If we don't die, our lives will be lost, don't move around, the ambulance will come soon..."

He was chattering and saying something, and the voice fell in Meng Xi's ears, but it was getting farther and farther away...

She couldn't take it anymore and lost consciousness.

Meng Xi realized that this was a dream.

In the dark and dull space, a thick book floated in front of her, and without wind, it started to turn the pages with a clatter.

The pages of the book were printed with dense text, and when he flipped through it quickly, Meng Xi could only glimpse a few words of unknown meaning. Some of them broke away from the book, turned into ink lines, circled around her twice, and rushed straight to her forehead—

"...!"

Meng Xi saw herself wearing a high school uniform, standing in front of the back school gate, stubbornly pulling the arm of a certain boy.

The boy turned his head, and the familiar face was her hair Xiao Han Yuming.

"Is it over?"

Han Yuming snorted heavily and shook her off impatiently: "How many times have I told you, stop pestering me! What is the era, and you still talk about family marriage contracts, are you living in the last century? "

...? ? ?

Meng Xi couldn't believe it.

Not to mention the content, Han Yuming is too bold, dare to talk to her like this? ?

She tried to speak reflexively, but couldn't make a sound.

The other "Meng Xi", with red eyes, bit his lip and watched him walk across the road, laughed and scolded the bad boy group on the other side, who was riding a motorcycle to probe his brain, and it blew away like the wind.

When she passed by "Meng Xi", someone else whistled at her.

Meng Xi: "…"

She sneered.

Underage driving without a license, waiting for a fine to be detained! Don't let Dad rescue you then.

Meng Xi really wanted to take out his mobile phone on the spot and act as an enthusiastic citizen to call the police.

It's a pity that the "she" in the dream did not have such a good habit. Not only that, but she lowered her head and shed two tears, turning a blind eye to Meng Xi who was holding her breath, and turned to go back to school.

The picture suddenly spreads out, and the colorful light spots entangle and converge, transforming into another scene.

It's still a place Meng Xi is familiar with - her high school classroom.

The classmates in my memory are all sitting well in their positions, and occasionally someone speaks in a low voice. Meng Xi looked back, and there were watercolor paints under the half-painted blackboard newspaper. "Meng Xi" sat in the last row and flipped through the textbook.

There were two heavy footsteps and one light footsteps in the corridor. The people who were still talking suddenly closed their mouths and lowered their heads to read. There was silence in the classroom.

Meng Xi has never been afraid of teachers since she was a child, not to mention that she is dreaming now. She looks at the door generously—

The morning light is bright, and the dust is floating.

The seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl was beautiful and slim, with a flawless white dress, and walked in behind the teacher.

Meng Xi was stunned, his eyes fixed on her involuntarily.

- Song Zhiyi.

The girl held the chalk and wrote her name on the blackboard. The writing on the blackboard was as gentle and graceful as her own. The black hair was tied into a ponytail, and the ends of the hair gently brushed the back of the neck. The face turned around was still a little baby fat, adding a bit of softness and childishness.

Her smile is also gentle and gentle, like the spring light scattered all over the place: "My name is Song Zhiyi. The south wind knows my meaning, and dreams of Xizhou's 'zhiyi'."

In fact, there is no need for her to introduce herself. Meng Xi forgets that no one will forget this mortal enemy in high school!

Song Zhiyi transferred over in the second half of Mengxi's second year of high school.

She is beautiful and has a gentle personality. Meng Xi didn't hate her at all at first, and she wanted to befriend her.

But Song Zhiyi didn't know what was going on. On the surface, she was happy to be close to her, but secretly she always targeted her intentionally or unintentionally.

Meng Xi just felt inexplicable.

She is not someone who is willing to suffer losses. After a few times, she and Song Zhiyi tore her face in public, and the two have officially met since then. Their grades are longer than their appearance, and there is nothing incomparable.

Even the sports will give the class a few points to compete - Song Zhiyi is not good at sports, so she contributes to the radio station, complimenting Meng Xi more than a dozen times. Take a fall.

Meng Xi remembered all these things better than what happened yesterday. What's more, later...

Meng Xi's chest rose and fell, staring at her closely.

However, she was speechless in the dream, and Song Zhiyi couldn't see her either. As Song Zhiyi stepped off the podium, the two passed by, and the scene collapsed.

At this time, Meng Xi never thought that there was something more annoying than seeing the enemy in a dream but being ignored.

—She switched from scene to scene, and watched the whole life of "own".

Here, "Meng Xi" liked Han Yuming, his childhood sweetheart fiance, since he was a child.

But Han Yuming is probably blind, doesn't like her, and doesn't want to fulfill any family engagement. After rejecting her countless times, "Meng Xi" still has no self-esteem at all, insisting on sticking her hot face to her cold butt, and following Han Yuming without being able to leave.

Until Song Zhiyi transferred to another school.

The campus love story begins, the pure and beautiful school tyrant and the bad boy leader quickly fall in love.

The beautiful "Meng Xi" not only could not get love, but was also rendered useless by Song Zhiyi's light. Jealousy drove her crazy against Song Zhiyi, framed her in every possible way, and did all her bad things.

Of course, her conspiracy will be found out. In the end, she is notorious. She still refuses to stop and finds someone to kidnap Song Zhiyi. She didn't say anything if she didn't succeed. Instead, it made Han Yuming furious, and he really started to fight back. Xi" was sent to prison, and he suppressed the Meng family in business, causing the Meng family to go bankrupt...

In the last scene, at the entrance of the stairs facing the playground, the scorching sun outside, "Meng Xi" fell down in the shadow of the corridor, Song Zhiyi was guarded by Han Yuming, and looked at her indifferently.

Han Yuming said in disgust, "Meng Xi, I warn you..."

Meng Xi didn't finish listening.

She hated that iron could not become steel, and woke up alive - why is it so useless! It's okay to do the tricks, you can't do bad things, why don't you go to the Qingqing grassland to catch sheep? !

She would never admit that "Meng Xi" was herself!

This dream was too realistic and too aggrieved, making Meng Xi a headache.

She woke up and saw an unfamiliar white wall and wanted to sit up, but she felt dizzy and nauseous. Someone hurriedly supported her and asked something in a soft tone.

It took Meng Xi a long time to realize that the man was comforting her in English and asking about her condition.

The tip of his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Meng Xi endured the discomfort and turned his head. He was in the ward with the drip on his hand.

The woman talking beside the hospital bed had brown hair and blue eyes, with a high nose and deep eyes. She was not someone she knew, and she didn't look like a doctor. Who should have hired the nurse...

Meng Xi remembered.

Before she fell into a coma, she came to country A to participate in an electronic entertainment exhibition with Xiao Han Yuming. Unfortunately, she was attacked by a terrorist at the airport, and her head was knocked. Luckily it doesn't matter now...

Han Yuming. Meng Xi remembered that there was still such a person, and his forehead jumped suddenly: "Where's my partner?"

The nurse said, "Mr. Han has an injured leg and is resting in the ward next door."

Just hurt, that's fine. Meng Xi breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately remembered that suffocating dream, the anger was still in his chest, and he wished he could get out of bed and beat him.

But she felt dizzy and nauseous just sitting up, and temporarily gave up on this unreasonable anger. After waiting for the doctor to come over for a basic examination, he picked up his mobile phone and reported to his family that he was safe.

Han Yuming helped her contact the Meng family. Mrs. Meng has already boarded a private flight to fly here. Meng Xi contacted Meng's father and sister, chatted a few words, and replied to relatives and friends one by one, as well as work reports...

Meng Xi's head throbbed in pain, and the dream she had just had was always clearly played back in her mind.

Especially the last scene, the cicadas chirping in midsummer, the playground under the scorching sun, the shadows beside the stairs... Song Zhiyi's silent gaze kept appearing in front of her eyes.

Neuropathy.

Meng Xi cursed in his heart, but he didn't know who he was scolding.

She was uncomfortable and upset, and was about to turn off her phone and rest for a while, when a Weibo message popped up: Song Zhiyi's last stop on the world tour, the perfect "Winter Wind" stunning the audience!

...how come she is everywhere?

Meng Xi opened it.

There is a video attached to Weibo, in which only black and white piano keys can be seen, as well as a pair of flawless hands, short and neatly trimmed nails, white and soft knuckles, slender but not weak.

She pressed her fingers down the keys.

"Winter Wind", also known as "Dead Leaf", is the most difficult piece of Chopin's etudes. Just like the title of the song, "Like a gust of wind in winter, it mercilessly rolls dead leaves into the air, making them dance in the air*".

The prelude was the silence before the cold wind came, and after the first four bars, the player's fingertips stopped for a moment—

What broke the short silence was the first sound of the North Wind Rage!

Her right hand fluttered with afterimages, just like the bitter winter wind, whistling and rolling up the flowing sound group, while the left hand held a firm chord, which was an indestructible benchmark in the gust of wind.

Meng Xi actually doesn't appreciate classical music very much, but someone in the family likes to listen to it, so he understands it. But for this song "Winter Wind", she clicked on the video and followed the tense melody from beginning to end, and she didn't even get distracted.

The last note fell, and the camera circled and zoomed out amid thunderous applause.

The lights in the concert hall are bright, the back of the performer is as thin and straight as a thin bamboo, the pure white silk dress hooks out the graceful waistline, the black hair is scattered softly, covering the snow-white shoulders and neck, she is bathed in the light, and there is a kind of unstoppable. Qingyan.

The camera stopped, and in the last scene, she happened to turn around.

It was the moment when Tanhua bloomed, and it was also the white deer pacing in the cedar forest, looking back inadvertently.

In those clear and soft eyes, it seemed to reflect the color of pure and unsullied snow, and the vastness of the world was covered with a bit of greenery.

The video ends abruptly.

The screen gradually dimmed, Meng Xi regained his senses, met his dazed eyes, and slowly let go of his breath.