Destined To Love You

The boy's forehead was full of sweat, his T-shirt was soaked, the firm texture was outlined, but his pupils were black with a smile.

Meng Ting hugged her bag tightly. She only had one water glass, which she had drunk.

Meng couldn't hear anything. She leaned on the tree and silently refused.

His whole body was sweaty, but she was clean, her hair was blown by the autumn wind, and the leaves were nostalgic for her, and lightly fell on her shoulders. She lowered her eyes, he could only see her long and curled eyelashes, damn, why are they so beautiful!

Jiang Ren smiled: "You are so stingy."

Meng Ting's face was a little blushing. He grew up so big, and it was the first time he was said to be stingy. She thinks about Jiang Ren carrying half of her mountain on her back. She is really not so good.

So she opened the zipper and took out the white thermos cup.

It contains glucose water specially prepared to replenish stamina when going out in the morning. The water cup is some years old, and the bottom is a small azalea. She unscrewed the bottle cap, used the cap as a water cup, and poured sugar water into it. Then hand it to Jiang Ren.

He didn't answer: "Give me a cup, who he. Mom wants to drink with a lid."

With pure eyes, she said seriously: "The lid is very clean."

Her white cheeks were tinged with faint powder: "Don't drink it."

Jiang Ren couldn't smile: "Don't, I'll drink."

He took the lid and drank a few mouthfuls. It was very sweet, sweet in the bone marrow.

With sharp eyes, he saw that she had a lunch box in the slit of her schoolbag. Jiang Ren reached out and took it out. Meng Ting did not move as fast as he did. Before he could react, the lunch box was in his hand.

The top is transparent, and he can see the simple egg fried rice inside at a glance.

Meng Ting was anxious: "You give it back to me."

She subconsciously robbed him, and he raised his hand slightly, Meng Ting stood up and found that no one was tall. He took the distance she could reach with her hard work, and as expected the girl stood on tiptoe to grab it.

Jiang Ren chuckled and raised the lunch box a little higher. She almost jumped into his arms.

Meng Ting learns to dance, her body is very flexible, and she is light enough to stay away from him, but she is too annoyed. She knows that Jiang Ren deliberately messed up and didn't want the lunch box.

Meng Ting was unavoidably aggrieved. He was forced to climb the mountain, and the **** robbed him of his meal.

Is he used to being a gangster and always likes to **** her things?

She is about to descend the mountain.

Jiang Ren frowned. The wind was strong on the mountain, and her eyes were dry when the wind blew for a long time, but they were wet. Looking wronged and pitiful, he was funny and pity in his heart, fearing that she would go down the mountain hungry.

He was too soft in his heart. Others mountaineering brought light bread and biscuits, but she obediently wanted to eat. This lunch box is not light, and the meal is heavy. She has a nice and innocent face, and her temper is too cute.

There was an almost serious and gentle stupidity.

Jiang Ren grabbed her schoolbag, didn't let her leave, didn't speak, and wiped the wind-carrying stones beside the big tree several times. Then he put the lunch box on, he knew she disliked herself: "Don't be angry, I was wrong, OK?"

He said: "When you eat, I will help you watch. I will avoid someone coming up the mountain."

After he finished speaking, he really stayed away from her.

Jiang Ren was afraid that she was sweaty and she disliked the smell, and sat at the intersection of the mountain and looked down at the mountain.

He lived a casual life, sitting on a slope, bending his long legs, putting his hands on his knees, and watching for her if anyone would go up the mountain.

Meng Ting looked at the lunch box on the stone and didn't speak for a long time.

The young man sat with his back to her, his shoulders wide and his unruly movements. She saw Jiang Ren touched his pocket subconsciously and took out a pack of cigarettes, then paused, and put it back if nothing had happened.

She didn't know how high the mountain was, but along the way, even a strong adult man would be exhausted.

Jiang Ren's character is awkward, he doesn't even bring water when he goes up the mountain, let alone food.

Meng Ting squatted down, and there were two spoons in the bag containing the lunch box. She originally prepared it for Zhao Nuancheng.

She divided the rice into a small half, then walked over, under his stunned gaze, squatted down and gave him the half and the spoon.

She didn't cover him again this time.

My own portion is served with a lid.

The meal was placed in his hands, and it seemed to bring a different temperature.

Shao Jiang hasn't eaten anything in his life, but looking at the meal in his hand that is not large and looks very mediocre, the corners of his lips can't help but bend: "Really give it to me."

She nodded.

The green hills were verdant and the old branches swayed with the wind. The wild grasses in the mountains turn yellow in autumn, and they have a lush golden beauty.

He was sitting in the mountains, and her tea-colored pupils between her eyes were serious: "Jiang Ren, can you stop stealing me."

There was a smile in his eyes: "Okay."

"Don't force people either."

"it is good."

She was amazed at how he spoke so well, and there was a little bright star in her eyes: "Don't come to me, please study hard."

This time he didn't speak anymore. After a while, he changed the two meals, and put her back into her hand more: "Eat your meal, and then come to me and kiss you, believe it or not."

"..." She widened her eyes and couldn't believe what he said! Thinking he heard it wrong, does he still have a face?

The next moment he pushed his head away as he got closer and closer.

This hand is a bit heavy, pushing it on his black hair.

Hearing his ugly face, Meng subconsciously panicked. Usually there are boys in the class who say that men’s heads can be broken, blood can flow, and hair styles should not be messy.

The man's head cannot be touched.

Although she didn't understand why she couldn't, she just pushed him away very hard.

Jiang Ren smiled and was scornful, and he was handsome in a different way.

Very cold when not smiling.

They were so fierce that they were about to beat people, even He Junming, who was used to working with Jiang Ren, were panicked.

Meng Ting looked at him and whispered, "I didn't mean it, don't hit me."

Jiang Ren smiled angrily.

I was so angry.

For the first time, I felt that I was a little bit better about being a mother. Where did she see that he would hit her.

It was serious to want to kiss her, and he expected it to be pushed away. She despised him so much, she would definitely not give it to her relatives. He just couldn't help but test that ten thousandths, making himself a cheap one.

He said, "Look at me again and throw you off the mountain."

Meng Ting thought to himself, why is his temper so bad? She ran back quickly, and the small red flags around were fluttering. This was originally a medal for mountain climbers, but everyone gave up.

They all belonged to Jiang Ren in the end.

Jiang Ren looked at the food in his hand, tut, his mother ordered the food, who is underestimated. Even if a whole box was given to him, he couldn't get enough to eat, but he still ate cleanly.

Before they went down the mountain, Meng Ting thought that he couldn't come here in vain: "Everyone originally came up to make a wish to the ancient tree."

Jiang Ren raised his eyes and looked at the ancient tree.

"So do you want to make a wish?" He climbed up hard, so he could make a wish to go to university and make his life go smoothly.

Jiang Ren said: "It doesn't work."

She looked at him suspiciously.

He smiled a little badly: "I know what kind of spirit, I don't listen, good student." Jiang Ren looked down.

She had a bad premonition, and the tips of her ears were red: "Don't listen."

He smiled softly: "What are you ashamed of? I dare not listen to the truth."

She wouldn't listen anyway!

She zips up and prepares to go down the mountain. If she is slower, she may not be able to keep up with the classmates.

When counting the number of people and gathering down the mountain, Fan Huiyin discovered that something was wrong. They were missing two people in their class. The two were Meng Ting and Zhao Nuancheng.

Considering that Meng Ting had bad eyes before, and the two girls were missing, Fan Huiyin was a little worried, and quickly anyone in the class saw Meng Ting them.

The boy in the class said: "I just watched them walk together, but afterwards everyone found a place to rest and they didn't see it anymore."

Teacher Fan immediately gave the other teachers in the team a total of: "What if there are two students missing?"

The faces of those teachers changed drastically. After thinking about it, they couldn't mobilize students to look for them. The signal in the mountains was not good, and even the teachers were not in good contact.

"Leave a few teachers to find someone, and the rest will take the students down. They can't stay here anymore."

The signal to descend the mountain came soon.

The students breathed a sigh of relief and felt that going down the mountain was also a long way.

As Meng listened to it, she met Zhao Nuancheng, who had a frustrated expression. She was still struggling to go up the mountain to find Meng Ting. She was eating biscuits as she walked, choking and rolling her eyes.

When I saw Meng Ting, I almost cried: "Listen to you, are you okay, it's all my fault."

Meng Ting was moved in his heart, but he also felt sorry for her. He patted her on the back and asked her to drink some water.

"I'm fine, sorry. Let's go down the mountain."

Zhao Nuancheng glanced at Jiang Ren beside her, and finally swallowed the biscuit.

Meng Ting said to Jiang Ren: "Thank you, I'm going back."

Jiang Ren knew that they would soon be able to reunite with the group of people in Seventh Middle School, so he didn't force it this time and returned her schoolbag. On the side of the bag, a small red flag fluttered in the wind.

Meng Ting took out the small red flag and handed it to him: "I don't need this." It was abnormal when she got it.

She knew early in the morning that she couldn't have too much involvement with Jiang Ren. If he didn't force her to go up the mountain, as Jiang Ren thought, she wouldn't speak to him.

His smiling eyes dimmed.

He took it in silence and watched her and Zhao Nuancheng descend the mountain.

The expression on Zhao Nuancheng's face was very familiar, and she was afraid and angry with him. Meng Ting should have viewed him the same way.

Looking at this stupid red flag, he burned an unquenchable fire in his heart and threw it directly on the ground.

When He Junming and the others came to look for him, Jiang Ren was smoking a pine and cypress.

The black-haired boy lowered his eyes, with a hint of coldness.

The smoke was sandwiched between his slender fingertips, which looked a bit like the fog that persisted in the mountains all year round.

He Junming chuckled, "How about Brother Ninja."

Fang Tan was more witty, and he knew that he hadn't succeeded when he looked at Brother Ninja's expression. So he didn't ask, and he lit a wax for the second fool He Junming.

Jiang Ren bent his lips: "Come here and I will tell you."

He Junming: "..." At least he was a brother who grew up when he was young. He finally reacted and waved his hand quickly, "I don't want to know Brother Ninja, I was wrong."

Jiang Ren was not in the mood to clean him up.

"Go, go down the mountain."

Jiang Ren put on his coat, and she was gone, what is he doing here.

However, after walking a few steps, Jiang Ren couldn't help turning his head back. In the dirt, that stupid little flag was randomly dropped under the tree.

What she doesn't want.

He paused, walked back to pick it up, patted the dirt clean, and put it back in his coat properly.

Several boys looked at him with dull expressions.

He ignored it.

He Junming sees his baby like something, such a shit...It's hard to say.

He said: "Brother Shinobu, you are serious."

Seeing Jiang Ren's silence, He Junming persuaded him for the first time with a serious face, and said seriously: "Forget it, Brother Nin, Meng Ting is the seventh lieutenant, or the first in their grade. When we were young, the good students in the class would not pay attention to us. Either blow a whistle and be scared to cry. Meng listens to that, he is not a type of person, you know, it's too difficult to chase.

What he wants to say more is, why bother to practice yourself.

Jiang Ren remained silent, but the small flag was close to his chest, burning his heart aching.

He Han couldn't help but persuade: "Yes, yeah, I don't think it can be done either."

Waiting to go far.

He whispered back: "You know what a fart."

He laughed for a while, and the painful place gave birth to sweetness like threads. What do you know...