She Really Hates - Chapter 14

Do you want to go?

A few days later, Meng Xiguo really received the music festival tickets sent by Song Zhiyi, and she sat in the front row for four consecutive times, wrapping up her family of four.

Although Father Meng didn’t need someone to give it away, he had a much wider connection than Song Zhiyi in this regard, and he had already obtained it.

The beautifully designed ticket was held in a thin sheet in his hand. Meng Xi held it up and watched it for a while. Sprite, who was squatting beside him, probably thought it was fun, tilted his head, and suddenly rushed over.

“Don’t make trouble…”

Dogs can’t hear people when they want to be naughty. Meng Xi raised her hand, and while teasing it, she uncontrollably thought of Song Zhiyi, who had a subtle attitude.

“I hope you can come”…

whispering sound.

Song Zhiyi hopes that she has to go? Song Zhi made a good gesture, does Meng Xi have to accept it?

What did you do six years ago…

There is a call coming in on the mobile phone, and the caller ID is Su Yuan. Meng Xi put down the ticket, answered the phone with one hand, and held Sprite’s furry dog ​​head with the other, pressing it on his lap to prevent it from jumping around.

“Hey?”

“…”

There was no sound over there.

Meng Xi removed the phone and looked at the call page. It was connected, and she did not touch mute by mistake.

But no one spoke.

“Su Yuan?” Meng Xi raised her heart and became a little anxious, “Is that you? Why didn’t you speak?”

There was a very light breathing sound during the call.

“Hee hee…”

It was Su Yuan’s voice. She lost her usual stability and softness, and there was a hint of confusion in her voice, as well as a suppressed unknown emotion, “I may… Maybe, I will be able to return to China soon.”

Meng Xi first did not know why.

Su Yuan was injured in her third year of high school, causing her legs to be disabled. At first, she couldn’t accept the fact, she was extremely depressed, and even gave up the college entrance examination.

Later, she went abroad for treatment, and her condition gradually stabilized under the guidance of a psychiatrist during her recuperation. Meng Xituo’s relationship with the Meng family helped her contact foreign universities and let her continue her studies.

In recent years, Su Yuan has been treating illnesses and studying abroad, but she has not been restricted from activities by anyone. It is not possible to talk about “can” return to China. Instead, she always said that it is inconvenient to travel. Even if there is a vacation, she has never come back…

Meng Xi was stunned.

Because of some possibility she thought of, her heart suddenly jumped, and she unknowingly relaxed the hand that was holding Sprite.

Sprite, who was constantly whimpering, was suddenly freed, and with a strong sense of revenge, she bit her palm lightly. Meng Xi was slobbered, but he couldn’t react and took his hand away.

Neither side spoke for a long time.

Meng Xi didn’t dare to ask with certainty, “…Is that what I meant?”

Su Yuan burst out laughing, and her voice began to choked: “…Yes, it should be. The doctor said that there is an 80% probability of the new treatment method, and also said that my legs have been in good condition over the years. , Rehabilitation should be easier, I can’t do too heavy exercise in the future, and normal walking is no problem…”

“Xixi, I didn’t expect, I really didn’t expect this day, I’ve already given up, I thought I’d be inseparable from the wheelchair for the rest of my life, I accepted…”

Su Yuan said a lot incoherently, and Meng Xi kept listening until she slowly calmed down from the unbelievable joy.

“…Thank you for all these years, Xixi.”

“Don’t say thank me.” Meng Xi was finally able to say these words, “We are friends. And I am also responsible for what happened back then…”

Su Yuan interrupted her: “No such thing.”

“It’s not just you…” Su Yuan said after a pause, “and Zhiyi, it’s not your responsibility. This time it wouldn’t be so smooth without her help… I wanted to talk about this when you came back from country A, but At that time, the result was not certain, so I didn’t tell you.”

Meng Xi was stunned for a moment.

Su Yuan finally asked her: “Don’t make trouble with her about this, okay? Get along like ordinary people…”

Meng Xi responded vaguely.

After she hung up the phone, she picked up the tickets for the music festival again. The flowery English on it looks like a happy and flying note.

“Get along with ordinary people who know each other”… It would be nice if it could be done so simply.

Meng Xi thought about Su Yuan’s words.

During the time she came back from country A, Su Yuan found a cure that was expected to recover. By coincidence, Song Zhiyi, whom she had not seen for six years, also appeared in front of her.

– It would be unrealistic to say that Meng Xi didn’t have a knot over Su Yuan’s affairs.

Although it was an accident, even though the responsibility was not on Song Zhiyi. But as long as Su Yuan has been bearing the consequences, this matter will never go away.

Meng Xi waited for Song Zhiyi’s apology.

But Song Zhiyi apologized, can they continue to communicate without any grudges? Meng Xi himself is not sure.

Does Song Zhiyi think so too… So she ran away for six years, and only reappeared when she was able to restore it as much as she could.

…will that be the case?

Facing Song Zhiyi, Meng Xi kept reminding herself not to think too much of her.

However, this warning is always declared useless.

Meng Xi finally squeezed out a day to go to the music festival.

Father Meng and Mrs. Meng also went, but Father Meng was unwilling to take her, a layman, to play. She arrived earlier with Mrs. Meng and waited first.

Meng Xi was delayed for a while, and got stuck in the place he ordered.

The Winter Music Festival is held in a famous castle manor with a long history. It is said that it is the permanent residence of which generation of emperors.

However, the specific location is not in the castle, but by a crescent-shaped lake in the manor.

The lake is clear and quiet, with a semi-circular stage built on the side that bends in, and a fan-shaped audience seat on the opposite side.

Although it’s a winter music festival, it’s not yet the low temperature season, so it won’t be cold if you wear two more pieces and sit outside.

Meng Xi showed her ticket, and a waiter took her to a seat.

She did not sit with Father Meng and Madam Meng, nor did she use the tickets given by Song Zhiyi—Han Yuming exchanged it with her before she came.

It was said that Mr. He Muyun and Mr. He wanted to bring Miss He with him. Han Yuming wanted to follow him, but he didn’t have a ticket to sit together, and there were elders sitting nearby, so the two young couples were not easy to talk to.

He was so devoted to Miss He, Meng Xi was happy to see it succeed, but also very confused – could the hero and heroine be separated by a blind date?

She didn’t think about it, she just didn’t want to. Two of the four tickets were sent out, and two were left, so I changed places with Han Yuming.

However, when he arrived at the scene, Meng Xi suddenly discovered the problem – so, wouldn’t Mr. He sit next to her!

Mr. He obviously remembered her and smiled kindly: “It’s the little girl from the Meng family.”

Meng Xi: “…”

There are many faces around her who are familiar but can’t name them, and they are basically seniors who have long enjoyed a good reputation in the music world.

Sitting here, Meng Xi felt like he was among the piles of cranes… It can’t be said to be a duck, a swan, anyway, it’s just a different species and doesn’t fit in well.

She hanged Han Yuming up and beat her a hundred times in her heart.

I didn’t hit one hundred and one, because the music festival started.

At this time, it was transitioning from evening to night, and the sky was a beautiful blue-purple, dotted with a few remnants of stars.

As soon as the surrounding lamp posts went out, the venue immediately dimmed. Only the stage on the other side was lit with a clear blue like glass, like a calm sea under a clear sky.

However, after a long time, the lake surface of the crescent moon gradually lit up. I don’t know what lamps were installed underneath, so that the whole lake was swaying with water waves, shining brightly, and accompanied by the stage, like two crystal and magnificent gems.

In the center of the stage is a white piano, reflecting the light as if carved from white jade.

Meng Xi had a vague feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, the performer came to the stage, it was Song Zhiyi.

The two sides were not too close, so Meng Xi couldn’t see her expression clearly, but the white fishtail dress could be seen from a distance with a faint pearly light and brilliance overflowing.

She sat on the piano bench, her black hair scattered, and her figure was soft and slender, like a little mermaid hanging her tail on the reef amid the surging tide.

The piano sounded.

Song Zhiyi played Chopin’s “Peaceful Andante and Gorgeous Polonaise”.

It was a bright night, and the lake was still without waves. The Andante part in front was in contrast to the present moment, and it was inevitable that people would be immersed in it. And the music gradually leads the audience to the Polonaise in the latter part, and it seems that they are really stepping on the dance steps and twisting their skirts in the gorgeous ball.

When the song was over, the audience burst into applause.

The smile on Mr. He’s face is especially sincere and kind.

Meng Xi turned a corner and remembered – Song Zhiyi seems to have been a student of Mr. He Lao, right?

Aware of her gaze, Mr. He turned slightly to his side and asked in a soft voice, “What do you think?”

Meng Xi: “Huh?”

No, you still have to listen to the homework on the spot? Meng Xi was caught by her father Meng and took several classical music appreciation classes when she was a child, but she really had no talent. After escaping a few times, the class was canceled.

On the spot, she began to search her stomach and think about the words, trying her best not to appear so uneducated, and then she would be scolded by Meng’s father when she went back.

Mr. He seemed to see it, and couldn’t help laughing: “Just tell me what you think, don’t be so serious.”

“…It sounds good.”

When she said that, Meng Xi expressed it honestly, thinking about it and adding, “I like it quite a bit.”

“Well, that’s fine. She’ll be happy if you like it.”

“…”

she? who? Song Zhiyi?

Meng Xi looked back at the stage, Song Zhiyi was gone, and the piano was moved behind the scenes by the staff.

She recalled the appearance of Song Zhiyi on stage just now, and had to admit that she had been too dazzling since sitting in front of the piano.

Dazzling, beautiful and soft, it is the moonlight that can illuminate the night and light up the deep sea pearls.

As a world-renowned classical pianist at a young age, Song Zhiyi may have received countless flowers and applause.

Would she still be happy with such an ordinary compliment?

Meng Xi thought, no way.