Destined To Love You

When Jiang Ren went back at night, he began to carry it like chicken blood.

The previous modern poems were fine. He stayed up all night and finally finished memorizing them. From the beginning of the later classical Chinese, he knew it was broken. Those who slurp their mouths make the scalp numb.

Fortunately, Meng Ting's book has the phonetic notation of difficult words, and he repeats it over and over again, and there will always be a good day.

He also carries it during the day.

The teacher was speaking in class, and he lowered his eyes in the seat. Thin lips move slightly.

He Junming leaned forward and faintly heard a sentence: "There are high mountains and steep hills, magnificent forests and bamboos, and clear currents and turbulent turbulence, reflecting around..."

He Junming: "..." Brother Ninja is startled!

It is actually very difficult to recite ten articles at once. He was thinking about the slurred words while eating, but Jiang Ren felt no bitter at all.

He was not afraid of anything, just afraid that Meng Ting would abandon him.

And they agreed that if he memorized this time, Meng Ting would not give up on him easily.

He Junming did not know the agreement between Jiang Ren and Meng Ting.

He wondered: "Brother Ninja is so literary these days, he wants to practice writing love letters?"

Fang Tan was also not sure this time: "Or we will give him a book of poems."

He Junming said, "Tsk, it's so tiring to chase a schoolmaster, so I still have to read poetry."

Then the next day, Jiang Ren was given a book of poems by Hu Peng and Gou on his desk.

He glanced at it and ignored it.

He Junming winked his eyebrows: "It is said that this is an essential love poem for chasing girls in the 21st century."

Jiang Ren sneered, and he flipped through it. Originally he was disdainful, until he saw "Once Upon a Time Slow".

I don’t know what happened. The poem almost didn’t need to be memorized, and it was imprinted in my mind in an instant.

I remember when I was young

Everyone is sincere and sincere

One sentence is one sentence

Train station early in the morning

The long street is dark without pedestrians

The small shop selling soy milk is steaming

The sun became slow in the past

Cars, horses, and mail are slow

Only love one person in a lifetime

He froze.

The seven days and nights waiting for her in Lihua Town came to his mind. There were people coming and going at the station, and he was afraid that she would leave alone, getting up as early as the owner of the breakfast shop and going to the station to wait for her.

Wait until Long Street is closed one by one.

When night came and the sky was full of stars, he just stepped in and went back.

He had never said this to her, because Jiang Ren also knew that few people would like a person so perverted, so crazy and stubborn.

However such a lunatic.

It is true that only one person can be loved in a lifetime.

He closed the book of poems and stuffed it into his desk.

Mid-May came quietly.

Song Qinqin didn't tensed, and cried in front of Meng Ting. This simple girl who loves to study cried and wiped her glasses: "Senior sister, I don't want to teach anymore. Do you think the teacher will scold me."

Meng Ting handed her a tissue: "What's the matter?"

Song Qinqin took a deep breath and said, "Senior Jiang doesn't know anything. He doesn't know how to pronounce phonetic symbols. He doesn't know chemical elements."

Meng Ting felt the same way.

Ten days have passed since Jiang Ren didn't memorize his textbook.

The time for Song Qinqin to make up classes is to continue.

Song Qinqin said: "I'm still afraid of him, I really don't want to make up lessons."

She made up lessons, and the black-haired boy didn't laugh or talk. Ask him if he understands, he is either "um" or "no".

He has a wild temperament, and most people can't help it. He was smiling the first time I saw him and looked gentle.

However, behind his water chestnut face did not smile, and there was a scar on his forehead, killing him fiercely.

Song Qinqin stammered as he talked, and became quieter and quieter.

It's impossible to tell.

Meng Ting also knew that this was not the way to go.

Song Qinqin couldn't handle it, she was not professional herself.

Meng heard: "Let's discuss it with the teacher."

"Go now?"

Meng Ting wanted to say yes, but he paused before exiting.

She thought of his smiling eyes that day: "You wait for me." If he really goes back and recites, she can't sentence him to death like this.

The plane tree is green, and summer is really here.

Her eyes slowly adjusted to the bright light, and Meng heard herself softly say: "Wait two more days."

Meng Ting asked Shu's father to borrow a sum of money.

For three hundred yuan, she bought a ballet costume and special pointe shoes.

The National Dance Competition is in June, but there will be auditions from various regions in late May. Then go to city b to participate in the semi-finals and finals.

On the day of Zeng Yujie's accident, Meng heard the first place in the dance audition group in H City.

The unspeakable pain made her never go to city b to participate in the finals of the dance competition in two lifetimes. Never go to the stage to dance again.

Meng Ting has never told anyone that she prefers dancing to playing the piano.

In Zeng Yujie's words, God gave her a little angel who is sensible and clever to fold her wings. Only when she dances will the little angel pick up her wings again.

Free, beautiful and public.

All art competitions in city h are in the art hall in the city center.

The 25th audition competition, that day happened to be Saturday.

Before the start of self-study on Friday night, Song Qinqin came to Meng Ting with a weird look, and whispered in her ear: "The senior said he has done it."

When Guan Xiaoye came back from the class, she just saw Meng Ting in the corridor, and put a pen in her hand: "Rewarded by the school."

This is a monthly exam reward, either a pen or a notebook.

Meng Ting thanked him and went downstairs to 101 in another teaching building.

He carried it for twelve days.

It was incredible fast. After all, for a person who can't recognize a single word, he can memorize ten chapters without memorizing, and one month is considered fast. Jiang Ren has no talent for learning, he is not smart in this matter, but he only spent twelve days.

Meng Ting Shounuo went to 101.

When the incandescent lamp was struck down, he frowned, afraid of making a mistake, and read the most unfamiliar "Chibi Fu" again.

Meng Ting stood outside the door and looked at him.

She knows what irritability is, and medically explains that "irritability is a personality defect that causes thunderous excitement on certain occasions."

Very serious but rare.

When he was a child, he was accompanied by ADHD. When all the children listened to the teacher obediently, he was the only one who couldn't sit still and felt uncomfortable.

So the teacher didn't like him since he was young.

Growing up, no matter how many defects can be covered. Gradually learn to forget the unfairness of the world to him.

Meng Ting lowered his eyes and knocked on the door.

When Jiang Ren saw her, his eyes were triumphant: "Ten stories you hooked up, Lao Tzu is now in full."

He was like a champion like that.

Meng Ting walked over. It was obvious that her two books had been turned over and over again in the past few days. She is in a mixed mood.

Then take him a test.

Meng Ting uses the test paper test method.

"'It's like the moon, when can you stop it?" Next sentence."

Jiang Ren thought for a while: "Worry comes from it, and you can't stop it."

Meng Ting: "'When he is pleased with what he meets, he is temporarily self-sufficient, and I don't know the old one is coming." The previous sentence?"

Jiang Ren: "..."

Most people can respond by asking the last sentence, and asking the first sentence...

He silently began to recite the first sentence of this article.

For a long time, he gritted his teeth: "Although it is interesting, calmness is different."

He looked at her only to find that she was smiling.

Under the light, her eyes were smiling and pretty, she was seventeen years old, and her smile was more beautiful than a thousand blossoms. Meng Ting couldn't help it, his shoulders trembled with a smile.

So stupid. Hahahaha!

Jiang Ren knew that she was laughing at herself, and gently pinched her face: "Try to smile again for Lao Tzu."

Meng Ting bit his lip and tried to suppress his smile.

She deliberately tested the first half of the sentence when she tested him again.

He really frowned sharp eyebrows.

Without a word, it took a long time to answer.

Although very slow, but ten texts. No one is wrong.

Meng Ting was a little startled for a while. He really did it, and the emotions in the boy's eyes were hot and intense: "It's over, what you promised me, does it count?"

She is not deceiving, Meng Ting nodded.

He smiled.

"Little teacher, I have memorized one more song, do you want to listen."

One more song?

After listening to Meng, she only hooked ten.

He held down the textbook and looked at her with a smile.

"Don't you good students like to read poems? I read it to you."

The young man smiled and recited his eleventh poem.

"If you never met

Maybe the mood will never be heavy

If you really miss it

I'm afraid I won't be easy in my life

A look

It’s enough to let the sea of ​​mind pass the hurricane"

That was Wang Guozhen's modern love poem "Just Love Each Other Once." The male poet's words were very domineering, and Meng Ting's face blushed: "Well, if you win, OK, I will continue to teach you next week."

He smiled wildly: "What to hide, look at me, and tell you back."

"Don't listen!" Meng Ting felt ashamed to hear him read this, her ears were red. I'm afraid he will have to read it into his hand, "That's it for today."

Jiang Ren couldn't smile: "Then you praise me so much."

Meng Ting: "You don't have to be in the dark."

He said: "Look at Lao Tzu's eyes."

She raised her eyes and looked in his eyes in astonishment. A lot of bloodshot eyes.

For these broken classical Chinese, he did not sleep well in twelve days. Sleeping is grotesque.

For the first time, she knew something she could do simply. How difficult is it for him.

Jiang Ren smiled and said, "I want to see you sooner." He is a man, and he will do what he promised her.

She blinked her eyes and saw the seriousness in his eyes for the first time.

Very clean and very warm.

Let a maniac endorse, he must be very uncomfortable these few days.

Meng Ting's finger touched the pen in his pocket: "You stretch out your hand."

Jiang Ren stretched out his hand, he lowered his eyes, and she put an ordinary hero brand silver pen in his hand. It also has the temperature of a girl.

She remembered the principle of encouraging poor students, her face was serious: "You are very good. This is a progress award."

He clenched the pen in his hand and felt hot in his heart.

Like a stupid person who can't find the North.

The score was confused by someone using a five-yuan pen.

Damn it! He felt that his blood tank was almost empty. Now it’s not a problem for him to recite 10,000 of the ghost ‘Zhihuzheya’.

When Meng heard it, he leaned by the door and looked at her from behind.

The campus lights are dotted. The night wind blew her hair, Jiang Ren narrowed his eyes and sniffed the pen in his hand.

There is a scent of her body.

He smiled. In the past, time was very slow.

Slowly until she smiles, with a compliment, he can taste the whole life.

Only enough to love such a person in a lifetime.