She Really Hates

Not long after Song Zhiyi returned from his visit, Meng Xi's tape-recorded version of "Winter Wind" was in the hands of Meng Xi.

The original version was a solo piano, but after re-arranging it according to the game's plot, other instruments were added.

The passionate piano is the main melody. Meng Xi closed his eyes, as if he was really in the harsh wind and snow, and behind him were the chasing soldiers who were clinging to his feet. After the siege, the mournful violin was sobbing in the howling wind, indicating a sad ending...

The project team praised it.

Of course, Meng Xi was also satisfied, until he saw the arranger, just like when he was tasting delicious food, he was hit by a stone.

- Song Zhiyi.

A good classical pianist does not mean a good music producer, but Song Zhiyi is obviously.

Meng Xi listened to this version of "Winter Wind" several times, picked up the phone...

Two seconds later, he put it down again.

She remembered that Song Zhiyi should not be in her communication software. There is a mobile phone number, but it has not been called in six years.

And she was only immersed in it for a while, and she couldn't help but want to communicate with the author, but the other party was Song Zhiyi... Forget it, why not try to meet Chopin in a dream at night.

On the weekend, Meng Xi went back to Meng's house.

Staying at home has to listen to Father Meng all day long, and it is too far from the company. Meng Xi moved out very early, but he tries to go back to live two days a week to get together with his family.

She has been too busy recently, and she hasn't been back for two weeks. Mrs. Meng called her to inquire about the current situation. Meng Xi heard the meaning of her thoughts, and hurriedly took the dog home to visit her parents.

When she got home, Father Meng was sitting in the living room with his back to the door.

As soon as Meng Xi entered the door, he handed over the dog's leash to the servant. He heard him sighing leisurely: "Oh, some people don't know what's going on, they say filial piety, but they don't stay home all day..."

Xue Bi hasn't been here for a long time, she may feel strange, her ears are high and she looks around, and when she hears this voice, she makes two nervous "bangs".

Meng Xi: "…"

She didn't seem to hear anything, and slowly took off her coat and hung it on the hanger by the door.

But Mrs. Meng heard the voice and came out of the kitchen: "Xixi and Xuebi are back."

Seeing her, Meng Xi immediately took a few steps and greeted her with a smile.

Mrs. Meng's eyes widened: "You, you will coax me. Have you been busy recently? It seems to have lost weight again. Don't learn from your sister. You don't know how to eat when you work."

Meng Xi: "How can there be? I remember your words every day and eat on time, but the food outside is not as good as what my mother made."

Madam Meng was coaxed into laughter by her.

And Father Meng didn't answer for a long time, so he couldn't help saying: "...Humph!"

Meng Xi turned a deaf ear.

She pestered Mrs. Meng to talk for a while, and Mrs. Meng had to go back to the kitchen to add two dishes for her herself.

Meng Xi did not persuade him to stop, nor did he cause trouble with the past, and was about to return to the room to change his clothes, so he passed by the sofa where Meng's father was sitting.

Father Meng: "..."

His face turned black, he almost couldn't help jumping up to teach this unfilial daughter, and his hand suddenly lightened.

It was Meng Xi who went behind the sofa and took away what he was holding.

She was leaning on the back of the sofa, smiling without being in a proper shape: "Let me see, what is it that you are so serious about Meng Dong, who is so busy? Are you admiring the pretty girl behind my mother's back..."

Meng Xi got stuck.

Really pretty girl.

In her hand is a record, and in the middle of the black-and-white background on the cover is Song Zhiyi with black hair and a white dress.

"Listen to what you have to say!"

Father Meng didn't notice her strangeness, so he became angry after patronizing: "You think I'm you! You don't have any discernment. You can fall asleep when you go to a concert, and play mobile games with the Han family at the art exhibition. You can see the pretty girl!"

This happened many years ago, and it's still turning over the old accounts!

Father Meng wanted to get the record back, but Meng Xi put it away and said unwillingly, "Then let me appreciate Dong Dong's elegant taste..."

"You stop for me!"

"Don't stand!" Meng Xi ran up the stairs, "You must have bought more than one anyway, so what if you gave it to me?"

Father Meng said angrily: "It's not so good! The meat buns beat the dogs, but they never return, and they can also feed the dogs. This record is for you, why don't you throw it in the water and listen to it!"

Meng Xi immediately said, "Mom - listen, is this what a father should say?"

Mrs. Meng stood at the door of the kitchen: "Meng Xueming, what are you arguing with your daughter?"

Taking advantage of Meng's father turning his head, Meng Xi seized the opportunity and ran away.

On the second floor, Meng Zhao brought a cup of coffee and leaned against the railing to watch the excitement.

The Meng family are all good-looking. Different from Meng Xi's bright and flamboyant, Meng Zhao is more like Mrs. Meng, with thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a romantic attitude, wearing golden glasses, full of bookish air, and no one will doubt that she is a university professor when she goes out.

Meng Zhao shook her head at her: "Don't mess with our dad, it was found out a while ago that the blood pressure is too high."

Meng Xi said, "I didn't recruit him first. I think he's more quarrelsome than me."

Meng Zhao wanted to say something else, but when he saw the record in her hand, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "Have you met Song Zhiyi recently?"

"?"

Meng Xi didn't understand the intention of her asking this, but when she heard the name, she subconsciously became alert: "Business cooperation, what?"

Meng Zhao looked at her with a half-smile but waved his hand: "It's nothing, it's alright."

Meng Xi: "...It's inexplicable."

Meng Xi went back to his room and watched the record for a while.

Song Zhiyi on the cover narrowed his brows and his long eyelashes drooped down, like a silent butterfly. It dropped its wings from where it perched, half covering the glittering starlight.

...she also looks better.

Meng Xi put away the record and received a video call from her friend Su Yuan. In the end, even her, the first sentence was Song Zhiyi.

Su Yuan said, "I heard that you poured Zhiyi wine at the banquet a while ago?"

Meng Xi was speechless: "Who has such a long mouth? I went to your place. Can't I say something nice?"

"You know it doesn't sound good." Su Yuan was helpless, "No need to say, who hasn't heard of this now? That is, I was abroad, and I knew it later."

Meng Xi: "...These people gossip all day long, so they are just idle."

Su Yuan sighed slightly.

Across the time difference, it was still early morning on Su Yuan's side, the morning light was bright, maybe the screen was shaking a little, she adjusted the position of the wheelchair.

The screen shakes twice and stabilizes again.

In a place with suitable light, the complex emotions in Su Yuan's eyes became more obvious.

She asked, "Xixi... It's been so long, do you still mind that?"

Meng Xi stopped talking.

Su Yuan's heart was full of bitterness: "Don't be like this... You know it was just an accident. I don't ask you to be close, and it's okay to be strangers?"

Meng Xi didn't want her to worry, and said, "I see."

If you know it, you know it, and whether you do it or not is another matter.

Meng Xi is not as forgiving as Su Yuan.

She can remember the festival with Song Zhiyi for a lifetime.

She ended the call with Su Yuan and lay in bed for a long time before getting up and turning on the computer to work.

Mr. Meng is not so easy to work with. On weekends, she works in another place. If she gives herself two days off, she will only pile up her work until Monday, which is even more suffocating.

The next day, Meng Xi got a little free time and planned to take the dog out for a walk.

Mrs. Meng and her friends made an appointment to take a flower arrangement class. The mother and daughter happened to meet at the entrance. Meng Xi looked at Mrs. Meng who was on the phone and changing shoes, giving birth to a strange sense of sight...

Where have you seen this picture?

Meng Xi thought carefully.

As if...in that dream.

And it was in the second half of the dream, after Han Yuming started to deal with the Meng family...

Like brushing the dust off the picture frame, the memory gradually became clearer because of the recall.

In her dream, Mrs. Meng was also wearing a black knitted dress, holding a brown shawl, and happily went to a flower arrangement class, but on the way there was an accident at a construction site and a car accident...

Meng Xi's heart jumped, and she grabbed Mrs. Meng and asked, "Mom, are you going to take a class at that flower arranging club?"

"Yeah. Xixi is also interested?"

"Yeah." Meng Xi tethered it to the side with Xue Bi's dazed and shocked gaze, "I'll take you there."

Meng Xi accompanied Mrs. Meng to two classes, and deliberately took a long detour back and forth.

When she got home, she checked the news, and there really was an accident at the construction site this afternoon... Fortunately, no one was injured.

It's a coincidence that one thing is the same, what about the two?

Meng Xi read that news several times, and the more he read, the more he could feel that his worldview was slowly shattering.

—Although there is always something wrong with the person or the time, what happened in the dream did happen in reality.

Is that dream a certain reality?

Meng Xi couldn't believe it... but it was easy to verify this.

She remembered that in her dream, the red skirt could not be given the medicine, and she was soon retaliated by Song Zhiyi—the photo of the red skirt aid was posted on the college forum, and everyone knew it.

She lives in the eyes of others with contempt every day. Under Song Zhiyi's intentional or unintentional incitement, she loses her mind. She attacked Song Zhiyi with a knife in full view, and was finally ordered to drop out of school.

Meng Xi struggled to find out the name of the red dress from her memory—Ye Jiajia.

She seems to be a singer who has been out for a few years. I can't find any black material on the Internet, but there are many praises. It seems that she has recently appeared on a variety show, and the reviews are good, so the popularity is very high.

But Meng Xi didn't let go of this, she paid attention to Ye Jiajia for a while.

It didn't take long, when Ye Jiajia's popularity was at its peak, and when she was on a hot search almost every day, she cheated on her, was fostered, got involved in a marriage by a third party, and pulled skin for the gold master. The photos, videos, and call records were all revealed in batches within time. The photos, videos, and call records were all extremely clear and detailed, and there was no way to deny her. She was immediately pushed from the cloud into the quagmire, unable to turn over.

The public opinion was outraged, and the Internet was full of abuse and ridicule. The title #boycottyejiajia# has been on the top of the trending search for a long time.

Ye Jiajia did not speak out.

No matter how big things are, when the wave passes, the heat will gradually subside.

Meng Xi guessed that her agency should have disappeared temporarily, and then came out to apologize and carry out artist activities after the limelight passed. There are many such precedents, not worse than Ye Jiajia.

But half a month later, Ye Jiajia reappeared in front of the public, but it was in Song Zhiyi's live interview—she disguised as a staff member, when she approached Song Zhiyi, she suddenly took out a utility knife and rushed up!

Screams rang out.

When it happened, Meng Xi was sitting in front of the TV watching the show.

Obviously, the staff at the scene did not expect this, and the camera panicked, and the lens swayed and couldn't focus.

In the chaos, Meng Xi saw Song Zhiyi who was being guarded by security guards. She looked calm, but pale, clutching the assistant's arm tightly.

In a group of people, her thin figure was extraordinarily thin, and her snow-white slender shoulders and neck were so fragile that they seemed to be broken if they were broken.

The TV station responded quickly and directly cut the program into advertisements.

Meng Xi was still staring at Song Zhiyi a second ago, and the picture suddenly jumped. In the colorful background, a familiar female star was drinking milk with enjoyment on her face.

She took a deep breath, put on her coat, grabbed the car keys and ran downstairs.