Destined To Love You

Meng Ting guarded his face and was almost furious: "Don't move your hands."

Jiang Ren retracted his hand: "Okay, tell me, what are you doing here?"

There is a faint hope in his heart, hoping that she is coming to him.

Even Jiang Ren knew that this possibility was too small.

Meng Ting's long eyelashes trembled lightly: "My heart is bored, just come out and walk."

He knew she didn't tell the truth, she seldom lied, she could tell at a glance.

However, he didn't make it difficult for her, and whispered: "The sky is getting dark. Don't wander around, knowing, go home early."

Meng Ting nodded quickly.

Jiang Ren didn't worry at all, he drove up. Take out the car key: "I will take you back."

"No, there are buses."

"Hurry up, do you want to go back to you." He was rude and unreasonable.

When Meng heard about home, he met an unexpected person.

Xu Jia came down to throw the garbage.

When he came out of the community, there was a garbage site, and he saw Meng Ting as soon as he turned a corner.

The sky was gloomy, and in November, the leaves were rustling with the evening wind.

She got out of a teenager's car.

She walked a few steps, and the boy chased it out. Xu Jia recognized him, he was Jiang Ren. Licai Vocational High School, a senior who came this semester, was said to have made a big mistake and was kicked out by the Jiang family. He hit the class teacher as soon as he came.

Xu Jia and them are not in the same school. However, he knew that Jiang Ren, the real estate in City H was Jiang's property.

Jiang Ren chased it down. Xu Jia noticed that his arm was raised, as if he wanted to hug Meng Ting, but when she turned her head, he retracted his hand and smiled casually: "See you tomorrow."

Xu Jia's expression is too familiar.

In junior high school, many people who liked Meng Ting once quietly followed behind to watch her dance and practice the piano. Everyone wanted to talk to Meng Ting, but at that time she was well-behaved and sensible, smiled shyly at best, never said much.

The same wanted to touch but did not dare to touch, appeared on Jiang Ren's face, Xu Jia understood a lot in a flash.

He threw away the garbage on his hands.

When Jiang Ren's car drove away, he walked over: "Meng Ting."

Meng listened to think for a while, and remembered who he was, Uncle Xu's son, what was his name?

"Xu Jia?"

Xu Jia nodded with a smile.

He didn't mention Jiang Ren, but asked her, "Do you participate in the December piano competition? My mother is hiring."

Today, the neighbors know about Du Dongliang's debt collection. Xu Jia knows that Meng Ting is in distress now. When she was fourteen, she was a happy little girl who had no worries about food and clothing. However, when she grew up, she experienced too many things. Du Dongliang is making trouble for debts, and Meng Ting must feel uncomfortable.

Xu Jia knew what she wanted.

Meng heard that Xu Jia's mother was a music teacher in a vocational high school. Her eyes lit up, and she didn't shy away: "Hmm!"

Xu Jia smiled modestly: "You come to my house and fill out a form."

Meng Ting was afraid that she would disturb him, and Uncle Xu's family was enthusiastic, so she probably had to stay for dinner. So Meng Ting left after eating at home.

Xu Jia's mother is Song Lijuan, and she is in the fourth class of senior high school in Licai Vocational College.

Song Lijuan was intellectual and beautiful, and Xu Jia opened the door when Meng heard it. Song Lijuan's eyes lit up: "Listen, sit down, Auntie will get you fruit."

Xu Jia smiled: "My mother is a little familiar, don't mind."

Meng Ting shook her head and said no, Song Lijuan came back and she smiled lightly, her eyes bent into crescents. Say thank you sweetly, Auntie. The smile was so beautiful and sweet that Song Lijuan was stunned by a middle-aged woman.

Xu Jia called to him. Mom: "Where is the form?"

Song Lijuan just remembered and gave Meng listen to the registration form. Meng took a look at the amount of competition, the high prize money, the first place was 15 thousand. In this year, this can be described as a sky-high number.

Song Lijuan said: "Although this competition is rich in prize money, it is quite difficult. How many years have you studied piano?"

"6 years."

Song Lijuan frowned: "It's a bit short." She glanced at her son, but smiled, "Have you been practicing piano recently?"

Meng Ting shook her head. She honestly said, "It's been a long time since I played."

"That's not good, take advantage of one month, and listen to you practice more." Song Lijuan also thought of the current dilemma of the Shu family, presumably Meng Ting did not have a piano at home. She suggested: "I have the key to the school music room, can I hear you come to practice piano after school?"

Meng Ting was very happy, his eyes sparkling: "Thank you, Teacher Song."

"What's Teacher Song?" Song Lijuan said angrily. "Didn't you just call Auntie?"

Meng Ting responded with a smile.

During the whole exchange, Xu Jia sat on the sofa not far away and read.

When they finished talking, he got up to send Meng to listen to it.

Xu Jiahe came to the door and met his mother's ridiculous gaze: "Xiao Jia, didn't you still follow someone home when you were in junior high school? You don't want to come back if I don't come to see you. Why people are here now? You can say nothing. Not much to say."

Xu Jia glanced at his mother indifferently and smiled calmly: "I was ignorant when I was a child." He exhorted again, "Mom, don't presume this matter before Meng listens to her face, she will be embarrassed."

"Tsk, the more you grow up, the less cute you are."

Xu Jia didn't say a word, put away the fruit that Meng Ting had eaten a little, and carried it into his room.

Song Lijuan didn't pay attention.

Meng Ting said to Shu Zhitong with a stern face the next day: "Daddy Shu must not do radiation experiments, okay? You promised me and you can't regret it. Both Shu Yang and I have grown up, and the family will come more and more in the future. The better, Dad Shu will wait."

Shu Zhitong smiled bitterly: "Okay."

She laughed and rode her bike to school.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and Meng Ting wears a pair of rabbit gloves when riding a bike.

A pink, tender, tender radish on top.

Zhao Nuancheng didn't get very good results in the last month's exam, and she was always scolded these days. She frustrated: "I'm just not good at chemistry, what can I do."

Meng Ting thought for a while, divided his papers into different categories, and patted Zhao Nuancheng on the shoulder: "Nuancheng, look."

Zhao Nuancheng looked back.

Except for the capital this year, local exams were taken everywhere.

Meng heard: "The college entrance examination paper contains seven multiple-choice questions in chemistry. Each question is of a fixed type. For example, the first question is an element multiple-choice question." Her voice was soft, and Hong Hui secretly glanced over with a red face.

Meng Ting's pen tip slipped, "The second path is always the chemical equation..."

Seeing Zhao Nuancheng's eyes widened, Meng Ting said again: "And I found a pattern, the first four multiple-choice questions, must be abcd to dabble in every option."

Zhao Nuancheng turned over seven or eight papers with a stubborn look.

"Then the last three questions, the high probability is one each of bcd."

Zhao Nuancheng swallowed.

In other words, if you can do three of the first four, you can guess the one that is correct.

Meng heard her understand, and said with a smile: "The following big questions are also the same. For example, chemistry will definitely take an elemental reasoning question, and each question type is a fixed routine. You sum up six or seven college entrance examination papers and find the basics. All the answers above are similar. For example, the cu element, fe element and their complexes are the most commonly tested. If you really don’t, then sum up the paper and find the rules."

Zhao Nuancheng was stunned.

She didn't expect that Meng Ting's "down-to-earth" study of God would also sum up this kind of "out-of-sight".

"Listen to you so amazing!"

Meng Ting laughed, she was a little embarrassed. In the year when she was burned and disfigured in the hospital, Zhao Nuancheng cried into tears. Later, Meng Ting failed to take the college entrance examination, but Zhao Nuancheng failed because of the partial chemistry college entrance examination. Since she was born again, she has been thinking about how to help this young friend.

Hong Hui was also immersed in this kind of "routine", he saw it, really!

Meng Ting exhorted: "This may not be an ironclad rule, so we still have to lay a solid foundation and work hard."

Zhao Nuancheng was so happy that he couldn't wait to kiss her, and repeatedly promised. Then I went to find my own paper.

Meng Ting didn't go home after school, she had to go to the music room next door to practice piano from today.

Vocational high school has the most complete musical instruments, and the music room and dance studio are very new. The exterior is quite retro.

Li Cai's music and dance studio was a small brick red building that year.

In summer, it will be covered with creepers, and in winter, spider plants hang down from the third floor, giving it an elegant taste.

Although Licai has art and sports classes, there are very few people practicing at school. Meng Ting opened the door with the key, and in the empty classroom, a piano was quietly placed there.

Meng Ting took off his gloves, took a deep breath, and sat on the chair by the piano.

She hasn't touched the piano for a long time. There is piano score in the classroom, Meng Ting opened it, and the first page is "Blue Danube".

She recalled its score in her heart, thinking for a moment, without referring to the score, her fingertips jumping on the keys, brisk and smooth.

This vocational high school is also over.

He Junming skipped class in the afternoon to play basketball. Playing basketball in winter is very sour and refreshing. It is often cold first, then hot, and then cold after taking off.

Next to the playground is a small brick red building.

When the piano sounded, the boys couldn't help but look up.

The piano sound is crisp, gentle and passionate.

The spider plant hangs down, a bit brighter and more angry in the cold winter.

He Han said: "I rarely hear people practice the piano."

He Junming nodded. Although he didn't know what to play, he really listened to it. He suggested: "Let's go take a look."

Fang Tan shook his heart and looked at Jiang Ren. Jiang Ren put his coat on his shoulders, without raising his eyelids, he was not interested at all: "Is there anything beautiful, I'm going back."

He said he would go back.

When passing by that small building, I didn't pause in my steps.

He Junming sighed: "Brother Ren can't let it go."

Jiang Ren's mother used to be famously elegant and cold, Jiang Ren hated his mother. Ever since I was young, I don’t like women who can dance and play piano.

About Mo was in his heart. At the beginning of his understanding of the world, it was the cold sound of the piano at home and the cold eyes of his mother.

He Junming really wanted to see it.

The girls in their vocational high schools either pretended to be as good as they were, or they were too rough. He felt that the person playing the piano must be a gentle and beautiful girl.

He Han patted him on the shoulder: "Go, I haven't been beaten enough by Brother Nin before."

He Junming shut up instantly, glanced at the building regretfully, and followed everyone out of the school.

Meng Ting practiced the piano for a week, and the specific time of the competition came out.

It was not easy for her to let go of her complaints about participating in the competition, but this time still made her startled.

It was Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve.

It is also her seventeenth birthday.