Meng Yuanshan suddenly appeared, which surprised and surprised Meng Yao.
She grabbed her schoolbag strap and ran towards Meng Yuanshan quickly.
Meng Yuanshan snorted in the car, looked at her, and said with a smile: "Run slower."
Meng Yao parked on the driver's side and called daddy through the car door. Her bright eyes were reflected in the dim street lights.
"Why did you come back suddenly?"
Meng Yuanshan pointed to the co-pilot and said, "Get in the car first."
Meng Yao sat in the car, Meng Yuanshan closed the window, and turned on the heater in the car. It was warm and cozy. Meng Yuanshan asked, "Isn't it cold?"
Meng Yao buckled his seat belt and shook his head: "It's not cold."
Meng Yuanshan then answered her: "I have nothing to do recently. I will take a week off and come back to see you."
Meng Yuanshan turned the steering wheel, turned around, and drove away from the school. He asked with concern: "Mom said you had a cold. Are you feeling better?"
Meng Yao said: "It's much better."
Speaking of this, she was not very interested. Meng Yuanshan turned to look at her, smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"
Meng Yao wrapped his fingers around the seat belt and turned to look out the window. He opened his mouth but paused and said, "Nothing."
She didn't say anything, and Meng Yuanshan didn't ask any further questions.
Meng Yuanshan works in construction projects. He is away from home all year round. He is well-informed and can talk about all aspects. He picked a few interesting things and told them. Meng Yao was amused and his mood obviously improved.
The journey home was quick. When they reached the downstairs of the community, Meng Yao looked up in the direction of the fifth floor and stopped smiling.
It took her a while to unbuckle her seat belt and open the car door.
Back home, Song Lan was sitting on the sofa folding clothes, with a bowl of cantaloupe sliced on the coffee table.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Song Lan raised her head and glanced at Meng Yao but did not speak. Instead, she said to Meng Yuanshan, "I'll put your suitcase in the room for you."
Meng Yuanshan agreed, and Meng Yao walked towards the bedroom. Meng Yuanshan stopped her from behind: "Yao Yao, do you want to eat some fruit first?"
Meng Yao looked back and saw Song Lan sitting on the sofa with a nonchalant attitude. Meng Yao didn't really want to eat, but still couldn't bear to refuse Meng Yuanshan and turned back.
She stayed in the living room for ten minutes and didn't arrive. She excused herself that she still had unfinished homework and went back to her room.
The moment she closed the door, she didn't know what Meng Yuanshan said. Meng Yao vaguely heard Song Lan saying angrily to Meng Yuanshan outside: "I'm too lazy to care about her."
Meng Yao stood behind the door, pursed his lips and stood quietly for a moment before walking to the desk and taking out his homework from his schoolbag.
After a while, there was a knock on the door.
Meng Yao held up the pen and heard Meng Yuanshan's voice outside the door asking: "Yao Yao, can dad come in?"
Meng Yao continued to sit on the chair for two seconds, put down his pen, and opened the door.
Meng Yuanshan took a glass of milk and handed it to her. Meng Yao took it and stepped back a little. Meng Yuanshan walked in. When Meng Yao closed the door, he glanced outside and saw that Song Lan was no longer in the living room.
Meng Yao put the milk on the desk, and Meng Yuanshan sat down beside her bed, as if he wanted to have a long conversation.
Meng Yao felt a little conflicted in his heart, but he didn't say anything.
Her eyes were glued to the textbook, seemingly engrossed in it, but she actually couldn't read a single word.
Meng Yuanshan seemed to be thinking about how to speak. Meng Yao waited for a moment. Meng Yuanshan finally spoke up, but the topic revolved around her study situation.
Meng Yao was surprised and couldn't help but feel defensive. She simply answered most of the questions asked by Meng Yuanshan.
Meng Yuanshan was away from home all year round, so he was obviously not suitable to play the role of relaxing the atmosphere at home. He talked a lot and went off topic. Later, he simply gave up, stood up and asked Meng Yao to rest early, ending the conversation.
Meng Yao grabbed the pen, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said "hmm".
She was about to raise her head to say good night to Meng Yuanshan, but she saw Meng Yuanshan hesitated for a moment, stopped, turned around and smiled gently at her before leaving the room, and said: "Yao Yao, dad is not at home all year round, mom is working very hard, please be considerate. she."
In fact, there was nothing wrong with this sentence. The tone was very calm and there was no accusation. However, Meng Yao couldn't help but feel a sense of grievance when he heard it.
She hurriedly lowered her head, trying to cover up the sore nose at that moment.
She did not respond to Meng Yuanshan's words and lowered her head, looking very stubborn. Meng Yuanshan felt helpless and left the room.
Only when she was the only one left in the room did Meng Yao's emotions show.
She lay on the desk, trying to force the moisture out of her eyes, but failed.
The fever I had suffered two days ago seemed to be impossible to recover from in a short time, and the physical discomfort was transferred to the psychological state.
On the day she had the fever, Meng Yao had been feeling uncomfortable since the afternoon. At first, she thought her cold was aggravating and didn't take it to heart. It was Song Siqi who accidentally bumped into her and discovered that her body temperature had increased, which was like a fever. Meng Yao was not a boarding student, and she happened to be studying in the evening. After Song Siqi told the teacher, Shen Heyi thought about it and did not send her to the infirmary. Instead, she contacted Song Lan and asked Song Lan to pick her up directly to see a doctor. .
In fact, Meng Yao has always known that the way she and Song Lan get along is different from that of most mothers and daughters. There is no warmth between them, but Meng Yao doesn't know if other parents behave the same way as Song Lan when their children are sick. consistent.
Song Lan was very impatient when she came to pick her up at school. She smiled and politely thanked the teacher, but turned around and faced Meng Yao with a cold face.
She walked very fast, and Meng Yao felt uncomfortable and fell behind her.
From the beginning to the end, Meng Yao didn't get a word of concern from her, only questions.
She thought Meng Yao was in poor physical condition and had delayed his studies; she blamed Meng Yao for wearing too few clothes and must have kicked off the quilt at night; she also said that Meng Yao was wasting her time and was not considerate of adults.
At the age of sixteen, Meng Yao felt that she was not strong enough to be immune to the influence of words. She was still at an age where she would be stabbed by an easy word.
Maybe you are sick, your mood is more sensitive than usual, and your thoughts are more likely to get into trouble. In Song Lan's indifferent back, Meng Yao felt that her existence might be just a burden to Song Lan.
There was a deep dislike for her in Song Lan's words.
Meng Yao has been holding back this matter and has not spoken out about it.
She has no habit of complaining to her friends, and she is not willing to let others help her digest her emotions.
No one has this obligation.
As for Meng Yuanshan. It was rare for him to go home. In his opinion, the relationship between Meng Yao and Song Lan was not close enough, so he never thought about what happened in this relationship that was not close in itself. He had not investigated the reason in detail, but Meng Yao, under the influence of various aspects, had early and eagerly labeled herself "sensible" so that she would not rely on anyone.
Meng Yao didn't sleep well that night, and he didn't even remember when he fell asleep while lying on the bed.
When she woke up the next day, she had a headache. Song Lan prepared breakfast and went back to the room. It was still early and Meng Yuanshan hadn't gotten up yet. Meng Yao washed up gently. He was afraid that the cold that had improved after breakfast would get worse again. After thinking about it, he broke off a few cold medicines and stuffed them into his mouth and swallowed a mouthful of hot water before going out.
The preliminary results of the English competition came out. The English teacher announced the news in class. Feng Han usually paid close attention to English. The overall results of this competition were good. Three of the four students in his class entered the finals.
They are Song Siqi, Xi Rou and Su Yan.
He Lin was just a hair away from entering the finals. The English teacher took her mood into consideration and praised her a few words in class. The other students also gave her warm applause, and no one deliberately looked at her.
But He Lin still lowered her head and her ears seemed to be red.
After the results of the preliminary round came out, Song Siqi was actually more relaxed than when she was initially preparing for the preliminary round. She always had an open mind and said happily: "Anyway, I'm in the finals, so I can do my job."
Meng Yao smiled.
Before the official finals, there is still a training camp to participate in.
The training lasted for one week, and it happened to be the end of the month when it started, just in time for Feng Han to take his monthly vacation.
Song Siqi kept muttering "lose" from the moment she learned about the training time.
On the day of the monthly holiday, Meng Yao didn't have to study in the evening, so he went home with his schoolbag in the afternoon.
During the week when Meng Yuanshan was resting at home, he would drive to pick her up after class every night. Meng Yao had enjoyed good treatment for a week.
The week passed very quickly.
Meng Yao came home and heard Meng Yuanshan talking on the phone, talking about work. After hanging up the phone, Meng Yao counted the time, raised his head on the sofa in the living room with a glass of water in his hands and asked him, "Dad, when are you leaving?"
Meng Yuanshan was looking at his phone and took the time to reply to her: "Tomorrow morning."
Meng Yao nodded and said "Oh". There was a moment of loss in her eyes. She stayed in the living room for a while. Meng Yuanshan was busy all the time. Meng Yao returned to the room with her schoolbag.
Later in the evening, Song Lan came back from get off work. After Meng Yuanshan's efforts to relax this week, the relationship between Meng Yao and Song Lan has improved - from being indifferent to each other when Meng Yuanshan came back to now being able to exchange a few short words without expression.
The room was not very soundproof. Meng Yao was crouching at the desk and heard Meng Yuanshan talking to Song Lan in the living room, seemingly telling her not to cook. Later, the talking stopped and Meng Yuanshan knocked on Meng Yao's door. Before Meng Yao got up to open the door, Meng Yuanshan told her through the door panel and asked her to clean up and go out to eat as a family tonight.
Meng Yao said "Okay" in the room.
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On the way to the hotel, Meng Yuanshan was driving, and Meng Yao was sitting in the back seat playing with his mobile phone. The mobile phone that had been handed over for a month was back in his hand. After unlocking it, Meng Yao logged in all the social software accounts.
She has a habit of logging out of all social software accounts before turning in her mobile phone.
This was the aftermath of Song Lan reading her diary without permission a long time ago.
As soon as Meng Yao logged into his account, he received a message from Song Siqi.
The management of the training camp is relatively loose and there are not many restrictions on students. Song Siqi brought her mobile phone with her so she could play with it during her break.
Meng Yao sat in the car and chatted with her for a while. Song Siqi asked her what she was doing. At this time, she just arrived at the door of the hotel. Meng Yao replied to her: eating out with her parents.
It happened to be dinner time, and Song Siqi replied: What a coincidence, we are also preparing to go out to eat.
It took Meng Yao a few minutes to see this message.
Song Lan and Meng Yuanshan were ordering food. Meng Yao glanced at his phone and his eyes stayed on the word "we" in this sentence.
Meng Yao thought of something, and rubbed the back case of her phone with her right index finger. She typed and asked: Don't you want to eat in the cafeteria?
Song Siqi complained: No, the food in this cafeteria is not very good.
Before Meng Yao replied, Song Siqi continued: But it's okay, there are a lot of food around here. We heard that there is a delicious Malatang restaurant and we are heading there.
Song Siqi said and sent her a short video.
The short video only lasted a few seconds, and the original intention was to show her the snack shops on both sides of the road, but when the phone flickered, the video inadvertently flashed past other scenes.
Meng Yao caught a familiar figure at a glance.
Meng Yao subconsciously brought the video back to the previous scene.
Xu Yao's back came back to her sight. He was wearing a black coat and had a slender figure. He lowered his head slightly and seemed to be looking at his mobile phone.
Meng Yao's heart beat very fast.
It seemed that whenever Xu Yao appeared, her heartbeat would become instinctive, robbing her of all her sanity without explanation.
This scene passed by too quickly.
Meng Yao looked back several times. When his thoughts came back, he noticed other things.
Next to Xu Yao stood Zheng Hua, and on the other side was Xi Rou.
During the video shooting, Xi Rou just turned her head to the side, revealing her beautiful and delicate profile. They were probably talking about some interesting topic, and she smiled very nicely.
It was obvious that everyone was traveling together, but wherever she looked, like Meng Yao, she only looked at Xu Yao.
Xu Yao only had a back view, and Meng Yao didn't know if there was a smile on his face.
But for such a bright and enthusiastic girl, Meng Yao thought, even she yearned for the smile on her face. Probably no one could help but be infected by the vigor and vitality exuding from her body.
Meng Yao watched the video. After his heart beat, his heart felt like it was being held by a hand, tightening inch by inch.
