She Really Hates

Meng Xi returned to the funeral home again, it was almost eight or nine o'clock in the night.

Maybe Song Zhiyi has left? Meng Xi felt that she would definitely not stay here all night to watch Song Peng's spirit.

But she made two calls and no one answered, so she could only go back to try her luck, if she didn't see anyone...

It means that Song Zhiyi is not lucky.

When Meng Xi arrived, he happened to meet two people who hurried out of the funeral home.

The woman in front was wearing a black professional suit with two deep nasolabial lines on her face, making her look shrewd and difficult to mess with; the little round face in the back, Meng Xi remembered, seemed to be Song Zhiyi's assistant.

The little round face saw her, and her eyes lit up.

"Mr. Meng!"

"Mr. Meng?"

The woman in front heard the title and looked over, slightly surprised, "Why did you come here?"

...who is this? recognize her?

Seeing Meng Xi just glanced at her and didn't mean to answer, the woman introduced herself very politely: "You may not remember. I'm Jin Lan, I work at Lan Hai, and now I'm Teacher Song's music manager."

Oh, Song Zhiyi's agent.

Since they met at the door by chance, Meng Xi asked, "Where's Song Zhiyi?"

Hearing this question, Jin Lan's face became embarrassed. The little round face couldn't hold back her anger, and hurriedly replied: "Sister Zhiyi, she, she's missing!"

Meng Xi: "...what is missing?"

She was stunned for a moment, and many possibilities came to her mind. This funeral home is indeed relatively remote. Could it be that...

Xiao Yuan Lian said, "She left a note before and disappeared. Now it's been almost two hours and she hasn't come back, and her phone can't get through..."

As she spoke, she took out the note from her bag, and Meng Xi took it and took a look:

[In a bad mood, go out for a walk. 】

It is indeed Song Zhiyi's handwriting.

The little round face was about to cry: "Sister Zhiyi, she has never been like this before, if something happens to her, or she can't think about it..."

"Have you called the police?"

Meng Xi saw this note, but half of her heart went back to her stomach.

Xiao Yuan Lian said that Song Zhiyi had "never been like this", but Meng Xi felt a little deja vu from it.

But after all, people can't be found, so we still have to plan for the worst.

Meng Xi thought they should have called the police. Who knew that when Xiao Yuanyan heard the words, her voice got stuck: "This..."

She looked at the agent next to her with help.

Meng Xi raised his eyebrows: "Didn't call the police?"

Jin Lan sighed: "Mr. Meng, let the media know if this incident becomes too big, and it will not affect Teacher Song well... Besides, the police station may not be able to arrive after two hours..."

"Don't talk nonsense, call the police."

Meng Xi listened impatiently, and the last two words were addressed to Xiao Zhu behind.

Xiao Zhu dialed immediately.

Meng Xi was too lazy to care about the other two. She quickly turned back to the parking place and asked the driver to come down: "Wait a minute, you and Xiao Zhu will take a taxi back, and the fare will be reimbursed to me tomorrow."

Jin Lan and Xiao Yuanlian followed, and upon seeing this, they asked, "Mr. Meng, do you know where Teacher Song might be?"

Meng Xi took a deep breath, feeling a little upset. Now she knows that the relationship between Song Zhiyi and her management team should not be particularly good.

"Today is Christmas Eve."

She left this sentence, closed the door, started the engine and galloped away.

"Christmas Eve?"

The little round face was bewildered. Jin Lan reacted quickly and said with hatred, "How did you become an assistant for so long? Christmas Eve is her mother's death anniversary!"

"what…!"

The little round face really doesn't know. She is Song Zhiyi's life assistant, so she should know this very well... But at this time in previous years, Sister Zhiyi didn't say anything! Not to mention sweeping tombs and paying homage, I didn't even mention it.

Jin Lan said, "Let's go, we'll follow. Go to Nanshan Cemetery."

Xiao Yuan face ignored the doubts, and quickly responded and opened the navigation.

"...Huh? Sister Jin, are you talking about this Nanshan Cemetery? It seems to be in a different direction from that of Mr. Meng."

"Different?"

Jin Lan glanced at the navigation and thought for a while, "The location is right... Isn't she going to Nanshan Cemetery? Forget it, it's better if it's different. Look for it on both sides, and there's always something you can find."

Of course Meng Xi didn't go to Nanshan Cemetery.

Just like Song Zhiyi wouldn't keep Song Peng's spirit alive, Meng Xi didn't think she would suddenly go to visit her mother's grave.

Meng Xi stepped on the accelerator and was speeding on the dark road. Snowflakes fluttered in the wind in the beam of the headlights.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and it has already blocked the view a bit. Meng Xi had to open the wipers to clean the windows.

On the same day six years ago, it was the same snowy day.

Ye Lan, Song Zhiyi's mother, jumped off the roof of the Song Group and avenged Song Peng with her own death.

Meng Xi didn't know about this, so she watched the weather clear after lunch. When she was walking in the community, she met Song Zhiyi who was only wearing a nightgown. She thought she was beaten again and ran out to wander around.

"Are you ill?" Meng Xi took off his coat and gave it to her speechlessly, "In such a cold day, you are walking around in this kind of clothes?"

Song Zhiyi's face was frozen red, she wrapped her clothes and smiled: "I came to you to take me in."

Since they bumped into each other at the door of the department store that day, they tacitly stopped fighting each other. Although they still don't talk to each other very much in school, they communicate frequently in private, and they can barely be regarded as friends.

Song Zhiyi said this, but Meng Xi didn't feel anything. The issue is…

"Do you know where my home is?" Meng Xi really didn't want to admit it, her grades couldn't compare to the fool in front of her, "You don't have a mobile phone, you're going to knock on the door one by one."

Song Zhiyi said, "Just barely."

No answer. Meng Xi took a while to realize that she was talking about the answer that day.

It turned out to be such a reluctance... Meng Xi really wanted to knock her brain out to see what was inside.

If she didn't come out for a walk just in time, Song Zhiyi planned to stroll around here in the cold weather.

Meng Xi held back, not bothering with people with problems in her head, and wanted to take her home, but Song Zhiyi didn't leave.

Meng Xi was convinced: "What do you want to do? I'm still cold if you're not cold."

"...Meng Xi."

Song Zhiyi's voice at that moment was like the snow falling outside the window when she woke up in the morning, soft and cold, she said, "Today is my birthday."

…so what? Happy birthday?

Meng Xi looked at her, and in her clear and calm eyes, she suddenly realized something.

Although the method is a bit special, and it is a bit confusing, it makes people confused... But Song Zhiyi's behavior, can it be said that she is acting like a spoiled child?

Thinking of this, Meng Xi shuddered and felt a little strangely soft-hearted.

In the end, Meng Xi gave in.

She didn't go home, and she didn't call the driver. The two of them didn't wear much clothes, and they were walking outside in the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, blowing the cold wind.

I don't know how long Song Zhiyi stayed outside before, her hands were as cold as ice sculptures, but they warmed after holding them for a while.

After walking, Meng Xi's face was cold, his feet were also cold, and the cold wind was blowing into the gap of the sweater, and the hands they were holding were still hot.

Fortunately, there is a commercial street near the community. Meng Xi walked into the cake shop and was rescued by the air conditioner, and generously ordered the largest, most beautiful, most festive, and most expensive strawberry chocolate cake.

The store is adorned with brightly coloured stripes, pennants, bells and candy canes.

They were seated by the window with beautiful stickers of snowflakes and reindeer, and outside in the middle of the street was a giant Christmas tree, topped with white snow like a sweet sundae top. It's a pity that it was not at night, and the lanterns wrapped around the trees did not turn on.

Meng Xi put candles on the cake and lit it, feeling that it was almost done: "It's alright, little princess, happy birthday. I'll give you the gifts later."

Song Zhiyi was sitting across from her, holding her cheeks, smiling as if she couldn't help laughing.

Of course the two of them couldn't finish eating such a big cake, not to mention Meng Xi had just eaten. Only Song Zhiyi ate two pieces, and the rest was distributed to the clerk.

After this simple birthday, Meng Xi called for the driver to take Song Zhiyi home. This time she was quite good.

And Meng Xi walked back slowly by himself, which was considered to be the end of his walk. As a result, as soon as the door was opened, Mrs. Meng gave a message—

The wife of "Uncle Song" committed suicide by jumping off the building this morning.

Did she choose this day on purpose, or did she simply not remember what day it was? After a person dies, no one knows.

The fact is that she did not choose to end her life one day earlier or later, but on her daughter's birthday.

Meng Xi braked the car outside the cemetery.

Sure enough here...

Not Nanshan Cemetery, but Wan'an Cemetery. The snow was falling, and under the flickering street lamps across the street, there was a dark gray slender shadow, looking in a certain direction of the cemetery.