Bizarre Love

The boy ran away quickly and the class bell rang. The people around finally dispersed.

He turned around, eyes dark.

Meng Ting asked him: "Class is in, don't you need to go back to study at night?"

Jiang Ren said slowly: "Our evening study? Playing cards and sleeping karaoke."

She couldn't help laughing.

Meng Ting said softly, "I'm sorry to see you today. I have something to do on Friday, so I can't give you tutoring tomorrow. Is tuition convenient today?"

Jiang Ren: "Convenient." He turned to ask her, "What's going on tomorrow night?"

Meng Ting didn't want to tell him.

She also has her own selfishness.

When she was thirteen or four years old, she wore a little ballet skirt, so bright and beautiful. Followed by a bunch of boys who want to go home with her.

It was adolescence, and people talked and laughed with little girl friends after school.

Only she, followed by several fascinated little boys.

Originally, Meng Ting had friends, but then his mother and friends refused to allow them to walk home with her.

Those uncles and aunts said: "There are so many boys behind her, are you fair to say that you are not allowed to play with her?"

So even though Meng Ting is very popular, the girls in the class don't stay with her after school.

Meng Ting lost his temper once.

At that time, she was young and ignorant, so she threw them with pebbles to prevent them from following. Before they spoke, the more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt, and she cried. As she cried and wiped her tears, the boys were dumbfounded, and none of them dared to speak.

Adolescence For little girls, one or two admirers are worth showing off.

However, a group is undoubtedly a disaster.

Zeng Yujie was distressed and funny at the time, afraid that Meng Ting would leave a psychological shadow, so she quickly comforted her daughter and said it was okay.

Also comforted her with a joking tone.

Thinking about it now, it seems like a long time has passed.

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She has a different kind of charm on the stage, and she is breathtakingly beautiful. Not only the opposite sex, even Shu Lan, after watching her dance, also clamored to learn ballet.

Thinking about this, Meng Ting was stunned, and finally knew where Xu Jia was familiar.

When she was in her second grade, there was a fat man among the people who always followed when she got home.

The little fat man was short and hung in the back of the crowd. A pair of eyes looked at Meng Ting blankly.

After she cried that time, the boys dispersed. Before long, a few little boys pretended to be on the way after school and watched her quietly.

Meng Ting's mind was much calmer, and after Zeng Yujie comforted her, she ignored it.

The little fat man didn't see him at that time.

Therefore, Xu Jia and she are in the same junior high school!

Later, Meng Ting and his mother had a car accident. In order to treat Meng Ting’s eyes, the family sold the house and rented a house in a new district close to the high school for several children. Far away from her high school, the students went their separate ways as they grew up. But Xu Jia completely changed.

The cellulite is gone, he has grown taller, and he has become a lot more handsome. So Meng Ting did not recognize him.

As soon as he thought about it, Meng Ting knew that he couldn't let Jiang Ren go.

He had a lot of thoughts about her at first, and if he went, she would not be well, and she would not be able to get rid of this man in this life.

Now Meng Ting has no prejudice against him, but being without prejudice does not mean that he wants to fall in love with him. She doesn't want to fall in love with him at all!

No one can stand his emotionally unstable and domineering person.

What's more, Meng Ting never thought about premature love. She never went to college, and it was a place she was longing for. She just wants to take a good university entrance, or like Lu Yue and the others, she will be recommended for excellent grades. Her grades cannot drop.

Meng Ting couldn't tell him, but she was not used to lying either.

She looked at her toes and told him: "I'm going to the hospital to review my eyes."

Jiang Ren bent his lips, but the smile in his eyes disappeared. Liar, big night! Go to the hospital to review your eyes. However, he didn't say anything, and lazily responded, "Well, just make up for today."

Meng Ting breathed a sigh of relief.

She said, "Can I go to the music room?"

Of course Jiang Ren had no objection.

Meng Ting opened the door.

Inside is a black piano, quiet and elegant. Further inside, there are a few tables. He turned on the air conditioner casually, the air inside was stuffy, Jiang Ren opened the window.

Meng Ting sat down with him at the table, and she took out her notes that she had organized for several days.

"This is something you need to remember in junior high school. The focus is still on mathematics and physics, as well as the basics of chemistry, because you also need to use it in high school. Take a look." She sketched out in sequence with a black ink pen. ."

She has very curled eyelashes and there are fine stars in her eyes.

Jiang Ren mumbled.

Meng heard: "I'm not professional, and I'm not very good at speaking. I don't have much time to make up for you. If you don't like listening to the school teacher, you can ask a tutor to make up for the basics."

He also said yes.

Meng Ting felt that he was very cooperative today.

She was attentive and obsessed in her heart. Finally, she found a trace of energy and found that Jiang Ren would look at the piano in front of her from time to time. There was some cold in his eyes, but some bleak with cold light.

With the windows open, the warm May wind blows in, and the piano has a gorgeous tenderness in the sunset.

He is not happy. The irritable teenagers in the past are more restrained.

Meng Ting heard that children who were despised and out-of-group when they were young have basically no childhood.

Does he want to listen to piano music?

She didn't say much. When the class was over, Meng Ting arranged the homework and gave him all the books she found. Let him facilitate tuition.

Then Meng Ting walked to the piano and sat down and opened the lid.

She remembered that the night she made Jiang Ren mind most was the Christmas Eve when she wore a blue winter dress to play the piano.

When her fingers touched the piano keys, Jiang Ren's pupils shrank sharply.

He clenched his fist tightly, his whole body tense, resisting the urge to pull her up.

His childhood memory is that he was beaten and scolded by his mother and locked in the room. Then my mother's piano room played music over and over again.

That woman doesn't like Jiang Dong.

Those piano songs were sad and hideous, like a hand that clenched the heart, which made him hate it.

He likes Meng Ting, but he is afraid that Meng Ting is like that.

Elegant and beautiful, but the most ruthless.

In the gentle sunset, Meng Ting's black hair was covered with a light golden layer.

The moment the piano sounded.

He raised his eyes in a daze.

She jumped briskly with her fingertips, playing a nursery rhyme "Little Star".

The simplest tune, twinkle and twinkle.

It's a song to coax children. That woman never bothered to play a song.

Cheerful and lively.

After Meng Ting finished playing, he closed the cover of the piano lovingly. Then bent his eyes at him: "Okay, let's go."

His body is stiff and taut.

Meng Ting might not know how much he wanted to hug her at that moment.

When she closes the window, the room is blocked from the sun.

Jiang Rencai said hello with a low smile.

He thought, even though she was ignorant and didn't understand what she did, he knew he was done.

He has to die for a lifetime.

He once hated piano music, but now he is crazy about this girl.

Jiang Ren previously put the remote control in his hand on the wooden audio box by the window. Stacked high, Meng Ting went to get the air conditioner remote control for the music room, and Jiang Ren passed behind her. Take the remote control from above her head.

He used a gesture of hugging behind his back.

But didn't touch her a bit.

Jiang Ren just wanted too much, wanted too much to own her. If he had her in the last second, God told him that this girl loves him. He was willing to die in the next second.

When Meng Ting turned around, he turned off the air conditioner if nothing had happened, and said to her, "Okay, let's go."

His expression was faint, so from beginning to end, Meng Ting didn't notice anything wrong.

On Friday night, Meng Ting went to the Art Hall.

The audition has begun.

Due to the staggered game time, the art hall is not overcrowded. The staff is maintaining order.

The stage was carpeted.

The white lights are dazzling.

After five years in two lifetimes, Meng Ting stood here again.

Contestants must first receive a number plate, and then call the number to change clothes and wait in the background.

The number Meng Ting received was 89, no wonder it was the evening game. In the two days before and after the competition, there should be close to two hundred people in a city audition.

Many people at the scene were touching up makeup.

Meng Ting didn't have makeup. After buying dance clothes, she didn't have the money to buy those cosmetics. However, she knows how to use other resources instead.

Her eyebrows were already delicate and beautiful. Meng Ting curled up her long hair and tied it up with a white flower bud hair loop.

She has a slender and beautiful neck, and is a well-deserved darling of the Creator.

Meng Ting was not in a hurry to change her clothes, her number was late.

She lowered her eyes to look at her watch. It was nine ten ten. At this time the 78th performance.

According to reasoning, her original game time was ten o'clock.

However, there are often many surprises in the audition. For example, although some of the registered players have signed up, they will not come when the competition comes and will be regarded as giving up the competition.

After the 78th performance, 79-84, only 82 came. So for an instant, there were only a few people in front of her.

The host said: "Preparation from 85th to 90th."

Meng Ting had no choice but to go to the locker room to change clothes.

She looked down, put on the socks first, and then tied the straps. Get up and change into white dance clothes.

Finally she put on ballet shoes.

Meng Ting stood on tiptoe lightly, his arm was lifted slightly, and the bright lights were beating on Yingfen's fingertips.

She lowered her arm and looked at the watch she had taken off.

It's half past nine.

However, she did not see Zhao Nuancheng.

Zhao Nuancheng patted her chest earlier: "Don't worry, I must come! I will also bring my father's phone to take pictures of you. By the way, can I take pictures?"

Meng Ting nodded.

Zhao Nuancheng was extremely happy.

But Meng Ting didn't see her in the hall at half past nine.

Is Zhao Nuancheng temporarily unable to come? Meng heard a little worried about her. Meng Ting lifted the curtain and looked around, and indeed there were no good friends.

However, he saw an unexpected person.

Xu Jia is here.

His mother is an art teacher, and it is not surprising that he knows this information. However, she remembered her childhood memories, the little fat man who always followed her home, Meng Ting was a little awkward. He was also clever, and he didn't say he was coming this time, but only quietly arrived early.

Xu Jia's eyes were filled with excitement.

If it is said that Meng Ting, who plays the piano, is beautiful and elegant, then, she who dances is simply a fascinating fairy.

He grew up in adolescence when he was inferior, clumsy and fat, and when he followed his mother to help him see her dancing, he was stunned. Until she watched her dance, his heartbeat was no longer his own.

Then she cried and told them not to follow her after school.

Because Xu Jia was fat and short, it was difficult to speak out, and he dared not go again.

She went blind in a car accident when she was fourteen, and then she was sent to No. 7 High School within a short time. The family moved away.

Everyone said that if the angel folded its wings, it would be impossible to dance in this life.

He didn't know what was wrong. That day, a man sat on the roof and cried for a long time.

Until later, I met her again by accident.

The angel girl with folded wings grew up quietly. Better than all the words he could imagine. Her eyes were healed, but she was quiet, beautiful, and gentle now, as if she had been cried and thrown stones to prevent them from disappearing from the dazzling and vivid little girl.

Xu Jia waited for a long time.

After so many years, she finally stood on the stage again.

Is Zhao Nuancheng coming? No.

Zhao Nuancheng was stopped on the road.

When she went out of school pretending to have a stomachache, several mountain motorcycles surrounded her.

The young man took off his helmet, revealing slightly messy black hair, with a silly smile: "Classmates, where are you going, take you there."

Zhao Nuancheng was shocked, and turned around to run.

He Junming rode over with a smile, and uttered a humble voice: "Eh eh eh, just not letting you pass~"

Zhao Nuancheng said: "You are crazy!"

He Junming stared: "You **** say it again!"

Zhao Nuancheng was about to cry: "Uncle! Uncle Doorman!"

The guard poked his head out.

At the sight of these vocational high schools, he retracted his head again.

Zhao Nuancheng: "..."

Jiang Ren's toes impatiently clicked on the ground. He estimated that one thing was wrong. Meng Ting didn't come to study at night at all. Originally, he waited and wanted to follow her. As a result, she took leave of absence for the entire evening of self-study.

Fortunately, waiting for the rabbit to squat to a Zhao Nuancheng.

Zhao Nuancheng is just Zhao Nuancheng.

She must know where Meng Tingda went tonight.

Jiang Ren said impatiently: "Why do you run, I ask, you answer."

Zhao Nuancheng is so wronged, she finally got so full of acting, her face turned red, and she tricked the teacher to run out, but when she came out, she was blocked by so many second-rate men.

She was afraid of death, and nodded quickly.

Jiang Ren hung his helmet on the car: "Where did Meng listen?"