She Really Hates

Wan'an Cemetery, Song Zhiyi once brought Meng Xi to this place.

Compared with her father who ignored her, or her mother who vented her grievances on her children, although she has no blood relationship, she is a real "parent" - the teacher who first taught her the piano is buried here.

If Song Zhiyi is really "in a bad mood" and wants to go somewhere, he should come here.

Meng Xi guessed right.

This place is far away from people. It was dark all around at night. After Meng Xi turned off the headlights, only the street lights were on.

But I don't know if it's because of aging lines. Those street lights are always flickering. With the venue, there is a ghost movie atmosphere.

Song Zhiyi was standing under the street lamp dedicated to ghost movies, with a thin layer of snow on his hair and shoulders. She must have heard the sound of the car, but she didn't even look here. If it wasn't for the wind blowing her hair, it would be like a stone statue that doesn't move.

The street lights flickered, the bright light came down, and pure white snowflakes splattered inside.

Meng Xi suddenly thought of that kind of snow crystal ball. Press the switch at the bottom, and the chemicals inside will fly up.

At this time, Meng Xi smiled speechlessly because of this imagination. She walked over and shouted, "Song Zhiyi."

Song Zhiyi paused and looked over.

The street lamp illuminated her white face, which was a little red from the wind, and there was no surprise in her jet-black eyes.

"You're here..."

She even smiled slightly.

With this performance of "being in control", Meng Xi's only worry turned into anger.

"Is it fun?" she said angrily, "how old are you this year, and you still run away from home? If it weren't for me, who would come here to find you."

"But if anyone will come here to find me, it can only be you."

"…"

Song Zhiyi's tone seemed to be saying something trivial: "It's not that I ran away from home. I'll go back when I can't wait for you."

Meng Xi had nothing to say.

"There's something wrong with you art nerds, right?"

Meng Xi remembered that he saw wood in the middle of the night when he was in the mood. No, Meng's father who played the violin...it's not right. He can't be regarded as an artist, but a businessman.

Forget it, it's all the same. Meng Xi said, "Can't you just make an ordinary phone call if you want to see me?"

"I'll see you on the phone..."

"Not necessarily. Make an appointment first and see when I'm free."

Meng Xi raised her eyebrows slightly, bright and arrogant. Song Zhiyi laughed when he saw it.

Not teasing her, Meng Xi said, "So you've been standing here stupidly because of this? Fortunately, no one usually passes by, otherwise you think it's haunted."

As she spoke, she reached out to brush the snow off Song Zhiyi's body.

Song Zhiyi stood calmly and turned a little to make it easier for her to move.

"I also want to come and see the teacher," she said.

"...Then you're standing outside?"

Song Zhiyi stopped talking.

Meng Xi watched her with her eyes down and silent, and suddenly wanted to know what she was thinking.

Are you sad? Or just a moment of melancholy?

Song Zhiyi's thoughts were too difficult to comprehend. Meng Xi once thought she was very close to her for a while, but in the end she just thought she was.

Now Meng Xi didn't want to guess, she asked directly, "Are you sad?"

"It shouldn't be sad."

Unexpectedly, Song Zhiyi was very calm, and perhaps answered honestly, "Maybe it's a bit of an accident... I haven't thought about letting him die, I just want to solve the troublesome people. Although he treats me badly, he doesn't seem to Even if it’s bad, I originally only planned to treat him neither badly nor badly, even if he couldn’t turn over… I can’t say I’m sad when he died suddenly, but I just think… blood relationship is really a wonderful thing.”

They all knew who "he" was.

Song Zhiyi smiled calmly: "I think, the teacher may not want to see me now."

"Oh…"

Meng Xi understood a little. She took a deep breath of the icy air and grabbed Song Zhiyi's hand, causing the other person to look in surprise.

Her hands were unexpectedly cold, but also soft, like holding a mass of snow... just like that day.

Meng Xi pulled her across the road forcefully and walked towards the gate of the cemetery.

"Believe in science, understand?" Meng Xi said as he walked, "A person has no soul when he dies. It's not about whether you want to see it or not, only if you want to."

Everything was the same as that day, including the two fools who didn't turn on the heating at home in the big winter, but ran out and wandered around. On the other hand, the cemetery's gatekeeper was woken up in the middle of the night, but he was very calm and didn't seem surprised.

Meng Xi used her mobile phone to illuminate with one hand and held the submissive Song Zhiyi with the other, thinking of how many years ago she was wrapped in her white down jacket and buried her face in the plush loop on her hat, like some kind of quiet and well-behaved little animal... Having said that, she still looks a little short now, hasn't she grown taller since then?

They stopped in front of Song Zhiyi's tomb. Meng Xi looked to the side in order to confirm her height... just happened to meet Song Zhiyi's gaze.

Well, it's still a little different.

Meng Xi traced her beautiful brows and eyes with her eyes, and then dismissed it as if nothing had happened - at least now, she really can't use the childish analogy of "little animals".

Song Zhiyi also retracted his gaze, and suddenly said, "It seems that nothing has been brought."

…really. They came in a hurry, no incense candles, and no bouquets of fruits.

Meng Xi pondered for a moment: "...Snowflakes should be considered flowers, right?"

"...Does it count?"

Song Zhiyi stretched out, and the hand that wanted to brush the snow off the tombstone stopped. She seemed to think seriously, then smiled and said, "Well, anyway, the teacher has a good temper and won't be angry with us."

Then you have completely failed to learn the merits of your teacher. Meng Xi swallowed those words.

The two stood in front of the tombstone with the lights on for a long time. In the silent night, the snowflakes fluttered and melted when they fell on their faces.

Meng Xi waited for a long while, but Song Zhiyi didn't move, so he could only say, "Otherwise, I'll avoid it. Are you talking?"

She said that she was about to walk to the side, but her hand tightened and was pulled by someone.

"...Don't go."

Song Zhiyi said. She was still looking at the tombstone, Meng Xi lowered her head and saw a patch of snow between her eyelashes.

"Actually, I don't have anything to say..." Song Zhiyi held her hand tightly, "I just want to stay for a while."

"…Oh."

Then stop and stop... but it's too cold! She couldn't remember the first time the cold wind hit her face, and Meng Xi sneezed.

Song Zhiyi was helpless: "Forget it. It's a bit silly, isn't it?"

Meng Xi said, "It's not a little bit."

is special, very.

She sincerely wanted to suggest that Song Zhiyi take a black and white photo at home, so that next time she doesn't have to travel so far to drink the cold air.

By the time they leave the cemetery, it will be too late. Meng Xi thought that she had to go back to work tomorrow, and she felt that there was no hope in life... Why can't she be as lazy as Han Yuming and waste her time?

Thinking of these miscellaneous things, Meng Xi opened the door for Song Zhiyi, "Let's go, I'll take you back... go..."

She didn't move.

There was a slight or heavy pulling feeling from the back of the clothes, someone grabbed her jacket, and then leaned up gently.

The weight was pressed against her back through the thick clothing. Like a bird that never stops, it finally grabbed the perch.

"Thank you...for coming to me."

That person said so.

Meng Xi only felt that the heart seemed to be squeezed by someone in his hand, and it became soft when unfolded again.

The soft voice seemed to knock on her spine, and she was numb from the waist up... Meng Xi suddenly exhaled, and opened the car door: "Don't thank me, get in the car, I'm going to die of cold. "

There was still heat left in the car. Meng Xi stuffed Song Zhiyi into the back seat and sat back in the driver's seat.

Start the engine and step on the accelerator.

She seemed to mention it casually: "By the way, there is a bag behind your seat."

"Um?"

"It's a gift."

Although something bad happened that day, Meng Xi said, "Happy birthday."

Still hope you are happy.