Bizarre Love

He Junming and his party waited until Jiang Ren at 11 o'clock in the evening.

When he came back, the ice crystal ball was half, and the little snow was still falling, falling on the ground and turning into a shallow layer of ice diamond. He came back alone, with the chill of the night, and everyone felt that there was almost no temperature on his body when he opened the door.

There are still unresolved snowflakes on Jiang Ren's hair.

There was no emotion in the black pupils.

As soon as he got in, the air conditioner in the car couldn't stand the cold that he had been outside for so long.

Soon the snowflakes turned into water, covering his angular face. He lowered his eyes, said nothing, and everyone did not dare to ask.

Until Jiang Ren calmly said, "He Junming, here's a cigarette."

He Junming quickly fumbled and passed the cigarette in his pocket.

Everyone said nothing, but knew what must have happened. After all, Jiang Ren hadn't smoked for a long time. When they smoked, Jiang Ren told them to stay away and don't pollute his clothes. However, when he came back tonight, he didn't say anything, just smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in silence.

One by one, it seemed that he was going to release all the things he had restrained and suppressed that he hadn't done a while ago.

Jiang Ren was too calm, but no one would think he was calm.

In the calm, a wave of madness was faintly suppressed.

Fang Tan sat in the driver's seat and asked, "Brother Ninja, that..."

Jiang Ren looked at the place where his fingers were. The ice crystal ball was filled with a layer of snowflakes. The word "listen" in the lower right corner was completely blurred. He stared at the word for a while, and pulled the corners of his lips.

Then he said lightly, "Don't worry, it will melt in a short time. Drive."

Fang Tan started the car, and He Junming couldn't stand the depressed atmosphere anymore, "Brother Ninja, have you seen her yet."

Jiang Ren closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair "No."

He would rather not.

When Shu Lan told him Meng Ting went to participate in the piano competition, he was silent for a long time. Almost immediately, I figured out who was on the stage when I first met. Shulan did not play the piano that time, it was her.

His mother abandoned him and his father and ran away with adulterers for the year, and he vowed that he would never like a woman who is too talented.

Oh, look, how beautiful and beautiful they are. While letting the man fall for her, he was reserved and proud. When you are too obsessed with her, she will dump you mercilessly.

This kind of person is the most ruthless.

In the fifth year after his mother left, his father cleaned the piano room himself.

Jiang Ren held his arms and looked at the poor abandoned man coldly and mockingly.

He will not become the second Jiang Jixian.

However, when he thought that it was Meng Ting, in addition to a ridiculous sense of sadness in his heart, he also had heavy expectations. She is such an introverted and soft person who has such a flamboyant and beautiful side?

He wants to see her.

But when he arrived, she had already finished the performance.

Little snow flies.

She wore a blue winter dress with white fur on the cuffs and skirt, and her long hair was tied only with ribbons of the same color. The long ribbon hung over his chest. There was a piano whirling not far away, and she looked up at the snow.

The porcelain white neck skin seemed as white as snow.

For a moment, time seemed to stagnate, as if he had returned to the room where his mother's collection was opened when he was a child, and he saw an ink painting when he raised his eyes.

The painting is full of snow, and a young girl reaches out to pick it up. Her black hair was hanging down, and her long eyelashes were dotted with white snowflakes. She stood in the painting with her lips slightly curved, with a sweet smile.

How old was he then?

Seven or eight years old?

Angrily smashed all the things left by his mother that could be smashed, but hesitated in front of this famous painting.

He stared at the painting blankly and even thought she would come down. But she didn't come down, and when he shook her head, she realized that it was just a painting. Drew a very beautiful girl beauty.

He bit his lip humiliatingly, with tears in his eyes, unwilling to be bewitched by a ridiculous painting. Angrily smashed it to pieces.

Many years later, he could not remember the appearance of the master of ink painting, but he remembered the stunning beauty.

Tonight, this feeling is stronger than before.

But he came late, and Meng Ting had finished playing.

He was hollow in his heart and looked at her from a distance. I felt ridiculous for a while, and then I felt my heartbeat was out of control.

Until he saw snowflakes fall on her crow-like long eyelashes, and saw the boy put clothes on her.

She looked up, and the boy lowered his head and held her shoulders.

They kissed on Christmas Eve, and it was quiet under the dark sky.

She never pushed that person away from beginning to end.

He didn't know how long he stood, maybe one minute, maybe half an hour.

Jiang Ren still remembered that she would frown when he put clothes on her.

In order to make his clothes odorless, he endured the addiction to cigarettes, like a fool.

He also remembered kissing her when he lost control, and she pushed him away against his chest, saying that he was playing a hooligan. Since then he sent her home, opened his arms, and took it back as if nothing had happened.

Obviously last night, he wanted to hug her from behind so so.

He closed his eyes, turned and left.

I walked calmly, I don't know how long I have been walking. He started to run frantically, aimlessly, and ran forward regardless of direction.

The cold air rushed into the lungs like a knife, causing sharp pain.

"Fuck!" He clenched his fists and kicked on the street lamp.

The light shook several ghost images.

His throat was sweet.

Jiang Ren spat out with a cold face, with a hint of redness.

He suddenly wanted to go back, and couldn't help it. I want to pull the boy away, I want to stabb him to death, I want to ask her why she is doing this to herself.

He even wanted to destroy her like smashing the ink painting.

But he couldn't even take a step.

She is not a painting.

He couldn't even ruin her.

How funny, he said, liking this kind of woman can only get contempt and contempt. Love like greed, there is only tragedy in the end.

Meng Ting said that she didn't like him.

He wiped the corners of his lips with his thumb, and laughed mockingly. Isn’t it that I once liked a girl who didn’t like him, how amazing?

When he didn't like her, so many years passed.

In the blink of an eye, when the winter vacation came, Seven Middle School was filled with joy.

After Fan Huiyin announced the holiday, he explained the precautions and asked the monitor, Guan Xiaoye, to collect the students' safety pledge.

The class was beaming, and the classmates whispered goodbye.

Zhao Nuancheng stomped her feet in the cold, "Listen to you celebrating the New Year in City H?" She was very excited, "I'm going to take the train to my hometown in the country to see my grandfather, and I will bring you some specialties."

Meng Ting nodded and answered softly.

She said, "Our family celebrates the New Year in H city."

After Meng Ting's mother left her hometown, her grandfather and grandmother were so sad that she no longer recognized this daughter. Meng heard that he spent the new year in city b.

Fan Huiyin said, “Don’t slack off reading when you go back from the holiday. When you come back in the spring, you will be students in the second semester of high school. If you don’t hurry up, you will regret it later.”

The very skinny boy yelled "Received teacher! Happy New Year, Teacher Fan!"

Teacher Fan couldn't help but smile, "Then wish you a Happy New Year in advance!"

On the afternoon of the seventh high school holiday, the campus was unprecedentedly lively.

The school gate is also full of parents who picked up students back for the winter vacation.

One silver sports car is particularly dazzling.

Not only students are watching, but parents are also watching. Can't help but point and talk.

The parent said, "Oh, this car is great, we can't sell it here. I can't say that much." His finger was seven.

The student whispered in her father's ear, "That's Jiang Ren's car."

Then Jiang Ren, who was next to her dad in the vocational high school next door, had an unspeakable brilliance in his eyes. Jiang Ren was rebellious and unruly, but when he was young, such a person carried a different brilliance. On the one hand it is scary, on the other hand it feels handsome.

The parent frowned, "Keep away from him, don't you know!"

What's the use of money, social scum! A bad student who is not too young to beat others, a person whose family has given up.

The students quickly said yes.

When Meng Ting came out holding the book and Zhao Nuancheng, his car window was pressed down.

Several teenagers in the car talked and laughed, seeing Meng Ting, He Junming winked at Fang Tan suddenly.

Fang Tan glanced at Jiang Ren, Jiang Ren lowered his eyes and flicked the soot.

He didn't look at Meng again, his expression was always calm.

Many people are watching Meng listen. After all, it is a school girl, even if everyone wears exactly the same school uniform and is big and bloated, but where she is, is where everyone can see.

Jiang Ren's car stopped conspicuously, and Zhao Nuancheng bulged her cheeks and pulled Meng Ting away from him. "Listen to you to stay away from him. I always think he has plans for you."

On that mountain climbing, Jiang Ren forcibly took the people away, and Zhao Nuancheng was terrified for a long time.

Meng Ting did not brush her kindness.

Soon after they came out, He Junming rushed to the school gate and beckoned, "Beautiful Lu Yue, this way."

Lu Yue smiled at the corner of her lips and walked over. He Junming opened the car door and let her sit in.

Zhao Nuancheng looked surprised and angry. "The rumors are true, Jiang Ren and Lu Yue are really together? What do you want to provoke you to do? Listen. He is so bothered, you should never like such a person. ."

Meng Ting helped her hold the paper that was about to fall out. "Don't talk nonsense, don't care about people's affairs."

Zhao Nuancheng pouted her mouth and responded.

When Meng Ting was far away, Jiang Ren drove away.

He hasn't had any emotional ups and downs. When they talked about the teacher's cheating face, he even grinned.

He Han texted He Junming, Brother Ninja didn’t respond, he should be fine? He put down Meng to listen, and stopped chasing her.

He Junming replied, I think it's steady

When He Han typed, I said that Lieutenant Colonel Seven is so easy to chase after. Brother Nin has to hit a wall before giving up.

He Junming agreed.

When Brother Ninja came back that day, the whole person's repressed and silent emotion made everyone tremble for fear that he would go crazy. But he didn't. Instead, he returned to his original life, playing ball, and occasionally meeting for a meal together and going to sleep in class.

It is too normal to be normal again.

When they proposed to let Brother Nin to drive to pick up a friend today, they worried that Jiang Ren could not control his emotions after seeing Meng Ting, but now they find that they think too much.

Lu Yue looked at the teenager driving in the driver's seat and asked him with a smile, "Jiang Ren, are you going back to city b during the Chinese New Year? I have never been to city b when I grew up. I heard that it is very bustling and lively, can you tell me Say it?"

Jiang Ren answered calmly, "No answer."

Lu Yue was a little embarrassed.

He Junming hurriedly concluded, "After the college entrance examination is over, please go and play!"

The atmosphere in the car is active again.

He Junming is just a silly chatter, and he keeps chatting. Lu Yue listened the whole time, occasionally smiling and responding, with a well-behaved and quiet appearance.

Fang Tan sat in the passenger seat and glanced at Lu Yue. I don't know if it is his illusion, but I always feel that Lu Yue is deliberately imitating Meng Ting's character.

Jiang Ren put his fingers on the steering wheel and looked lazily at the red light outside the window.

Fang Tan's gaze turned back and fell on the second knuckle of Jiang Ren's middle finger.

A piece of hot red there.

They sat behind and didn't see it, but Fang Tan did.

When Meng heard it just now, Jiang Ren didn't react. Hardly glanced at her.

However, the smoke burned to the fingers.

Redness, almost burnt flesh.

He just took a long time to feel it, and extinguished it.