She Really Hates - Chapter 19

Something big happened to the Song family.

After the Song Group went bankrupt and liquidated, Song Peng carried a lot of foreign debts; his precious son Song Zhigao acted absurdly. Instead, he was deceived by a group of fox friends and lost all the money on hand, and then plunged into the quagmire of gambling without looking back, and the gambling debts became more and more debts.

This man is completely helpless. Therefore, when he was desperate, it was not so surprising that he killed his father and took money under the instigation of his friends.

Mrs. Meng and Meng Xi went to Dingling’s funeral home.

The winter wind is sluggish, the sky is overcast like a scene, the thick and dark clouds seem to be pressed down at any time, and the bare branches on the roadside are not even willing to stay.

Song Peng was an ungrateful scum in his family affairs, but he made a lot of friends.

The entrance of the funeral home was full of wreaths, and Song Zhiyi stood at the front, receiving the guests who came to express condolences and explaining the location of the mourning hall to them.

In the biting cold wind, she wore a dark gray camel wool coat with a black knitted one-piece dress underneath.

It was the first time Meng Xi saw her in such cold and heavy clothes.

In this way, black and Song Zhiyi are actually very suitable. It’s just that the warm and bright colors have been lost. When she is not smiling, there is no such beautiful fairy air to cover up. The cold feeling from the bone marrow is like the cold air in winter, which is hard to ignore.

Mrs. Meng probably thought it was caused by Song Peng’s death, so she held her hand and comforted a few words before going inside.

Meng Xi followed behind Mrs. Meng, and paused when passing in front of her.

Song Zhiyi lowered her eyes slightly, not looking at her.

I don’t know if it was a change in dress style, but her face was slightly paler, and she looked thinner than the last time we met.

“Condolences.”

“…Um.”

Meng Xi heard her gentle response, nodded, and followed Mrs. Meng in front.

They went to the mourning hall and offered two sticks of incense, but there was nothing else they could do.

Meng Xi saw that Mrs. Meng’s face was bad and her eyes were slightly red. Knowing that she was sad for Song Peng, she couldn’t tell her to leave. She just dragged her to the next room to rest, and happened to meet Mr. He who also came to express condolences.

Since they were acquaintances, they sat down together and talked.

Of course, it was inevitable to sigh about Song Peng. Madam Meng burst into tears as she spoke, but it took a long time to stop.

Mr. He was tired because it was getting late, and sighed: “It’s not good for people to accept their age. I wanted to help her, but she came to cause trouble for her. I’d better go back early and save her some snacks.”

Just after saying this, Miss He came in from outside, looking a little distressed.

“Grandma, there’s something wrong with our car and we can’t leave for the time being. Sister Zhiyi said she would arrange for someone to see us, but it will take a while…”

“I’ll take it to you.”

Meng Xi seized the opportunity to stand up, “It’s just in the same direction, it’s a matter of the way. Mom, what do you say?”

Mrs. Meng and she came in two cars. Meng Xi was afraid that she would still be left alone. Seeing that she hesitated, she persuaded: “It’s too late today, and the weather forecast says there will be snow. The road conditions will be bad later, so why don’t you go back first?”

Madam Meng was persuaded by her.

The group of them was about to leave. There were fewer condolences at the moment. Only Song Peng’s parents were still crying in the mourning hall.

Mrs. Meng’s farewell to them was another long tug-of-war.

Meng Xi didn’t see Song Zhiyi here.

According to common sense, as Song Peng’s biological daughter, she should guard the spirit here. Who can’t do the reception work? That is to say, now that she doesn’t follow those rules, she was allowed to catch this Kong and stand outside.

Meng Xi understood after thinking about it – Song Zhiyi probably wouldn’t come in to burn paper for Song Peng as long as he could freeze outside.

Because of what Song Peng had done, no one could accuse her.

After walking out of the funeral home, Song Zhiyi was still standing alone at the door.

It was already dark, and only the street lights illuminated the corner. She stood in the dark, almost melted into the shadows.

The other three walked over to say goodbye to her. Meng Xi stood still, and Song Zhiyi didn’t even look at her.

…that’s better.

Meng Xi once thought that if Song Zhigao went to provoke Song Zhiyi, she was afraid that it would not end well… But she did not expect such a shocking result.

This is different from Ye Jiajia’s case. Meng Xi’s mood is very dull, but he can’t directly ask “is it related to you” as before.

She can feel the weight of this topic without opening her mouth… and they are not an inexhaustible relationship.

After the He family grandson and Song Zhiyi finished talking, they followed Meng Xi into the car.

Xiao Zhu had already turned on the heater in the car and told the driver his destination. They separated from Madam Meng’s car halfway and headed to Mr. He’s residence.

Miss He is a young girlfriend, and Mr. He is a respectable elder.

The road is not near, Meng Xi did not intend to make the atmosphere on the road too cold, so he led them to talk.

She really wanted to please people, and no one would dislike her, and the gloomy atmosphere of the funeral was quickly removed from the car.

Mr. He got up and laughed and joked with her: “Mr. Meng has really grown over the years, at least he won’t fall asleep listening to concerts anymore.”

These words were more joking than sarcasm, showing that the old lady really didn’t take that incident to heart.

Meng Xi breathed a sigh of relief and made up for his late apology: “I was young at that time and didn’t know how to appreciate it.”

After the incident, it was also the Meng family who came forward to apologize to Mr. He, and Meng Xi went to the door, but no one was seen.

Mr. He said: “In fact, it’s not a big deal when I think about it now. It’s just that my husband died at the time, and my temper was so strange that even my family couldn’t stand it… The reason for my anger is not entirely yours, there are other reasons.”

She said, looking at the eyes quite meaningful.

Meng Xi was puzzled, but he still asked cooperatively, “Why?”

“I have a friend who has been learning the piano since childhood, and I reserved your seat for her. Before the concert, she told me that there was a good piano learner by her side, and she wanted to ask me for a letter for her. Recommendation letter. I have heard of that little girl, but unfortunately, I have never seen it before, so I asked her to bring someone to me to see…”

Hearing this, Meng Xi had a vague feeling in his heart.

She remembered that the ticket for that concert was given to her by “Uncle Song” who came to the house as a guest.

She has been poisoned by her father Meng for a long time since she was a child, and she lacks interest in such things as concerts. But during that time, he failed in the exam, and when he stayed at home, he was going to be told by Meng’s father to play with things, be ignorant, ignorant, and quarreled with Meng Zhao. Only then did he realize that having a ticket was useless.

“It happened that she couldn’t come because of something, so she gave the ticket to that little girl.”

Mr. He recalled the past with a helpless smile on his face, and continued: “I thought you were the person I wanted to meet, but when I saw you fell asleep, I was so angry that I almost left on the spot… Later, I solved the misunderstanding, I don’t like that little girl at all.”

“I think since she can give such an important opportunity to others, I’m afraid she doesn’t like the piano very much. She just plays and plays and coaxes my old friend.”

“Who would have thought that she would pester me every day to make amends, but in the end, she taught me that I couldn’t beat her and accepted her as a closed disciple.”

“…”

Meng Xi did not speak.

When Miss He next to her heard this, she finally understood, and laughed briskly:

“So grandma, you’re talking about sister Zhiyi! I didn’t even know you had such a thing.”

She finds it interesting and fun from the bottom of her heart. Song Zhiyi is now a disciple of Mr. He Lao, and the two have a deep relationship with their master and apprentice, which is no different from their grandparents.

However, Meng Xi couldn’t listen so easily and laughed easily.

She was clearly sitting in the car, but she seemed to be soaked in icy sea water. The wave that had receded came with greater momentum, although it did not drown her, but when the horizontal line ran across her neck, she was so close to the cold suffocation that she had the illusion of being strangled by her throat.

No one will show their embarrassed appearance everywhere.

Song Zhiyi’s appearance to others is always gentle and calm, with ease and ease. After a long time, people who didn’t know it thought this was her original appearance.

But Meng Xi knew it wasn’t.

Some things are not enough for me to work hard enough, and enough talent to do it.

Just like learning the piano, it is not difficult; but aiming to become a professional pianist, in addition to passion and talent, it also needs the support of the family, the educational resources that have been piled up, and the corresponding connections… And Song Zhiyi has nothing but himself.

She doesn’t even have a piano of her own. In school, she traded her excellent grades for privileges. She often missed classes to borrow the music classroom to practice, and when she got home, she rubbed her neighbor’s piano.

These were also things that Meng Xi only learned about later when she interacted with her.

Now Song Zhiyi has succeeded, she stands tall enough, and others talk about her past difficulties like a medal of honor.

Meng Xi was always having trouble getting out of the cold and lingering autumn rain.

She smashed Song Zhiyi’s wound at the door of the department store. In her sharp words and quiet eyes, she touched the real pain.

Meng Xi hated her good memory at this moment.

Because in retrospect, she clearly remembered when the concert took place – just two days before Meng Xi couldn’t stand Song Zhiyi’s always making some small stumblings and invited her out to talk.

Song Zhiyi must have known that Song Peng used the precious opportunity she won by herself to please other people’s daughters. Then Meng Xi screwed everything up, and she had to bear the worst consequences.

So Meng Xi asked her out and said to her, “If you have any opinion on me, just say it directly. It’s no fun to play these tricks.”

She smiled and said, “Okay.”

It ruined the mechanical competition that Meng Xi had been preparing for for months.

It was only now that Meng Xi realized that this incident was her own fault.

In the following period, Meng Xi didn’t remember what he talked about with the grandparents of the He family. When she reacted, she had already sent people to the place.

Mr. He pushed Miss He away and kept her alone before saying goodbye.

“Mr. Meng, I don’t know what’s wrong with you young people.” She persuaded gently, “but I know that Zhiyi cherishes you as a friend. Don’t blame me for talking too much. She looks gentle and generous, but actually She has the most awkward temperament, and something like this happened in her family recently… You guys have known each other for so many years, so don’t get to know her in general.”

Meng Xi didn’t understand how Mr. He had the misunderstanding that the two of them had a good relationship for many years.

She couldn’t explain it, she could only answer vaguely.

Back in the car, Xiao Zhu noticed the low air pressure on her body and asked cautiously, “Boss, shall we go back now?”

back to where?

Meng Xi saw the gift bag placed behind the seat in the rearview mirror.

It was the brooch she bought when she was shopping with Mrs. Meng two days ago. Today, it was brought by some mysterious person, but she didn’t give it away.

It’s snowing outside. Tiny snowflakes fell on the windows, melted again in the blink of an eye, leaving traces of water droplets.

“Back to…”

Meng Xi let out a long breath, and after a moment of hesitation, he accepted his fate, “Go back to the funeral home.”

If this is considered a contest, Meng Xi thought, it is obvious that Song Zhiyi won… and she lost terribly.