When He Smiles

In the summer of 2004, there was a concert for 10,000 people in Jiangcheng. When you walk through the streets, you can hear the songs written by Lin Xi everywhere, Xu Meijing sings "You smoke, let me run through all the shops in the town".

It was the same that day, the misty light rain, and the fog that could not dissipate.

The windows in the room were buzzing with the wind, and the rain dripped down and hit the top, dull. On the table was an old-style desktop computer, and a dozen books the size of an Oxford dictionary were piled high beside it.

Meng Shengnan was flipping through the materials in his hand, beside a pile of pencils and a pile of white paper.

She read the great place:

"Liang Sicheng once asked Lin Hui because of me?"

Lin Huiyin answered that his answer is very long, and I have to spend my whole life answering you.

At the desk, the music tape sent by Qi Qiao was slowly playing on the repeater. The heavy curtains covered the weather outside, and only one lamp was on in the small room. The Word document on the old desktop computer still hasn't seen a word on it.

Meng Shengnan had a bottleneck.

A story occupies a summer vacation, write and delete. Being young is a flaw, no experience, shallow knowledge, and it is superficial, so Meng Jin sent her a sentence of "read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles." She is in pain, at the age of studying. However, the pain hadn't started to spread, and the lamp suddenly went out.

She opened the curtains and went to press the power switch of the room.

really.

"mom--"

She shouted into the yard, put on a coat, stuffed a book and pen in her schoolbag, and went downstairs with her back. The ceremony was sitting under the eaves in the courtyard on the first floor, reading a book, and heard an ‘um’.

"I'm going out."

The ceremony looked up, "It's raining, why are you going?"

Meng Shengnan took an umbrella from the entrance, and walked outside and said, "The power is out, I want to write a manuscript."

"Stop it again?"

"Ok."

The ceremony frowned, "Your dad came back tonight and told him that the fuse must be broken after the line was not properly routed."

"Well, I'm leaving now."

"Hurry back when you finish writing."

"understood."

She closed the door with her backhand and walked out of the alley.

The rain dripped on the umbrella, dripping. There are some small puddles on the ground. This alley is two hundred meters long. Meng Shengnan raised his wrist to look at his watch, 16:10. She came out of the alley, turned around and turned to the right. After walking down a street, she turned into a short alley in a gate.

The third is Tianming Internet Cafe.

I took the umbrella and went to the second floor. A little girl at the front desk saw her and asked with a smile, "Come on?"

Meng Shengnan nodded: "There is a power outage at home."

"Why does your house keep going out of power?" The little girl is called Xilinxiao, who is about her age. The two had made up lessons with a teacher in the third year of the junior high school and they knew each other well. At that time, Internet cafes without an ID card were almost forbidden to enter underage people. Of course, there were also many people who came in for various reasons. Because of acquaintances with each other, Meng Shengnan sometimes had nowhere to write manuscripts, and Xilinxiao's family opened an Internet cafe, so he brought them here to write. Those who come and go are familiar with the road. Xilinxiao is now in the fourteenth middle school and she is in the ninth middle school.

Meng Shengnan smiled and shrugged his helplessness.

"Two hours?"

"Ok."

She took the ticket to find the machine.

There were almost no empty seats in the Internet cafe. She had just walked a few steps, and Xilinxiao stopped her.

"There are a few more inside, go and take a look over there."

The smell was very unpleasant. She walked through the corridor holding her breath. Both sides were filled with boys and girls, and the sound of games was laughing. Meng Shengnan walked fast to the end, only to see an empty seat on his right. It was a corner, and the light was a little dark.

There are two boys on the left hand side of the corridor.

The one sitting on the outermost side, wearing short gray sleeves, was wearing a large earphone, and his hand was crackling on the keyboard. The key is that the sound was too loud, and Meng Shengnan had to notice. She glanced away, walked to the last machine, sat down and turned on the main unit and computer.

As soon as the computer turned on, she entered the account password and opened Word.

Across the one-meter-wide corridor, the beating sound became clearer. She couldn't concentrate on writing, and the little inspiration she had had disappeared just like that.

The boy is staring at the computer attentively, holding the mouse in one hand and covering the keyboard with the other. She cast her gaze on his computer. It was the Warcraft that Qi Qiao's boyfriend often played. The characters on the screen were lightning fast, and the pictures changed constantly.

She can't understand.

But he was a little disgusted. Just about to withdraw his sight, he suddenly changed his hand and pressed the space bar heavily, and then spread his hands on the keyboard. It was strange that she was attracted by those hands.

Slender and clean.

Like Kang Kai, they like to follow the brother next door in the alley.

"Won?" A male voice rang.

"Small." The owner of the hands laughed and snorted.

Meng Shengnan raised his eyes and looked over.

He leaned back on the chair lazily, squinted slightly, touched his pocket and smoked a cigarette. The corners of his mouth smile, which is better than the silly **** of the gangsters in the TV series. Half of his body was hidden in the dark light, fascinating. She was a little embarrassed to stare at them and turned her head back in silence. The distance is too close, the smell of the boy is filled, and the conversation in the ear is also vague.

"Go to Hall K in a moment and call a few brothers."

Another boy continued, "By the way, you changed girlfriend again, Li Yan from Class 3?"

He bit the cigarette and played with a lighter in his hand, making a ‘um’ sound.

"Yes, you."

He gave a faint smile.

"How is it?" The boy still didn't give up on this topic.

"How about what?"

"Li Yan, big beauty, how does it feel to the touch?"

He raised his eyebrows: "You try next time?"

The boy was taken aback, then laughed wickedly, "You are so **** fucking."

Meng Shengnan listened attentively, pretending that the action of pressing the keyboard had stopped, staring at the casually typed Song Ti No. 5 literal on the document for a long time. He stood up and left his seat and walked outside, smoky and grinning.

"What are you doing?"

"K Room."

The voice is lazy.

The boy chased afterwards.

Meng Shengnan looked up and looked at him openly. He was very tall, five or six centimeters taller than the boy next to him. With a broad back, tall and thin, with one hand in his pocket, he walked out of the door carelessly.

Thinking of the few words he had just said, it was nasty and shameless.

Really.

She retracted her gaze and stared at the computer screen for feelings, but she still found nothing afterwards. When I got home, it was already half past six, and the rain had already stopped. After the ceremony was finished, Dad Meng Jin just came back from get off work. The sky in July was still slightly bright at this time, but the light in the room was very weak.

"The power went out?" Meng Jin put down his briefcase and sat at the dinner table.

At the ceremony, the dishes were served in the same way, and Meng Shengnan was placing chopsticks.

"Do you still need to ask?" The ceremony choked.

"Well, I'll go and see."

"I'll go after eating."

Meng Jin had already left the living room and walked towards the yard, "it will be inconvenient for a while."

Meng Shengnan followed her father and went to the yard, carrying a flashlight to light it, and tiptoeing slightly at the fuse. Meng Jin said, "I'm thinking about whether to sign up for a tour group for you and your mother and go out for a few days. You still have a month to start school, so it's so boring to stay at home."

"Are you not going?"

Meng Jin glanced at her slightly, "I'm busy this month."

"Then leave you alone at home-isn't it lonely?"

"The roots of the ears can be relaxed for a few days."

"Be careful mom hears you take care of you."

"God knows and earth knows."

Meng Shengnan pursed his mouth and smiled maliciously, "Mr. Meng, you won't raise a junior outside, do you?"

Meng Jin raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing for fear that our family won't be thinking about the icing on the cake?"

"Cut." Show off literary talent again.

Fix the fuse, and the three people eat around the table. Meng Jin mentioned the travel.

"I have organized activities at the school early next month, so I can't go."

The ceremony took a sip of porridge, looked at Meng Shengnan, and then said, "Aren't you busy, Qiaoqiao, you two go."

"Mom, our average age is 16.5. Don't worry about you?"

"Mental age is 28.5, totally rest assured."

Meng Shengnan: "Why 28.5?"

Meng Jin started again: "From the perspective of social psychology, the psychological age is generally one round older than the actual age, which is 12 years old. Meng Shengnan, you should study hard."

Meng Shengnan narrowed his mouth: "You two can do it well."

The ceremony put a piece of tofu in her bowl, and said, "Don't be mean, I said, should I go to your aunt for a few days?"

With steamed buns in his mouth, Meng Shengnan thought as he chewed, "Yes, I will call Qi Qiao later."

The rain outside slowly started again. After dinner, the ceremony will go to the opposite Li Wan's house and get an umbrella at the entrance. I couldn't find it everywhere, and asked the two of you who were watching TV on the sofa: "Did you two see the green umbrella at home?"

Meng Jin looked back after hearing the sound: "Can't find it?"

"Well, take this one out today, why is it missing?"

Meng Shengnan suddenly said, "I forgot to be in the Internet cafe."

The ceremony glared at her: "I am Amitabha if you can change your temperament."

Meng Shengnan smiled wryly: "I'll get it tomorrow morning."

After watching TV with Meng Jin for a while, Meng Shengnan went back to her room. She turned on the computer, opened Word habitually, and then the window was reduced. At that time, the Penguin was popular. As soon as she went online, news of Qi Qiao came.

"what to do?"

Meng Shengnan returned, idle.

Qi Qiao said again, I'm so bored.

Meng Shengnan knocked a space bar back, you?

When the girl returned, Song Jiashu and his parents went back to their hometown.

Meng Shengnan thought for a while and wanted to ask, my parents want me to spend a few days with my aunt in Shanghai, are you going?

Qi Qiao replied with a series of question marks.

Meng Shengnan said, it is true.

Qi Qiao didn't calm down, and said to go.

Meng Shengnan smiled, OK.

The two quickly negotiated the time, and see you at the Pizza Hut across from the ninth at 8:30 in the morning. After chatting for a while, Meng Shengnan went off the line and went to write the manuscript. In the document, the phrase ‘W is here on the night of her thirteenth birthday--’ disturbed all her thoughts.

Meng Shengnan thought, would she be the first essay contestant ever to let the heroine come to her aunt?

I can't write anymore if I don't know what happened. She rubbed her face boredly and drank several large glasses of water, her eyelids rolled around at last, and then she simply turned off the computer and went to sleep. The sound of rain outside the window made the ground clean.

The next day, she got up at seven.

At that time Meng Jin had already gone to work, and the ceremony was doing sports in the yard. Meng Shengnan freshened up, changed into light pink short-sleeved and knee-length light-colored jeans, bit a piece of bread in his mouth and walked out, "Mom, I'll go out."

"Why are you going early in the morning?" The ceremony stopped bending and asked slightly.

"Look for Qi Qiao to play."

Meng Shengnan went out of the alley and went to Tianming Internet Cafe to get an umbrella.

It was early in the morning, and the streets were relatively quiet. She walked while gnawing on the bread, and wiped her mouth clean after eating. Then turn left and right into the Internet cafe. There are a lot of people in the night, and now almost all of them are lying on the table and falling asleep. Meng Shengnan went to yesterday's position and took the umbrella and walked out. Before taking a few steps, he subconsciously turned back to look at the empty place on the other side of the corridor. It's strange that the boy who looked like last night appeared in his mind.

She took a deep breath and left the Internet cafe.

Qi Qiao had already been there to wait at that time, and soon saw Meng Shengnan coming.

Meng Shengnan walked over and sat down.

"Come so early?" she asked.

Qi Qiao drank hot cocoa, handed her another cup that had been ordered, and pursed her mouth.

"Being idle, I said it won't rain, what are you doing with an umbrella?"

Meng Shengnan took a sip and said, "I went to the Internet cafe to write a manuscript yesterday afternoon. I forgot it. I just took it in the past."

"new concept?"

"Ok."

"How many years is this year?"

"Sixth."

Qi Qiao patted her on the shoulder: "Sisters really admire you, if you won't win the prize this year, I will write the words Qi Qiao backwards!"

Meng Shengnan sighed: "I don't know how it will turn out yet, it's just the primary election."

"Looking at you are not promising, isn't it just that you didn't win the prize last year? What a big deal. How can I say that we have also entered the semi-finals. Besides, I don’t believe it because of your talent. Last year, they didn’t have any vision. This year absolutely First prize, sisters are optimistic about you."

Meng Shengnan chuckled, "I thank you sisters."

"Hmph, we have to have this kind of more frustrated and bravery energy-I still don't believe it, can it be more difficult than the eight years of resistance?"

Meng Shengnan smiled even harder.

The two chatted casually for a while. Qi Qiao said about traveling: "Should we go to Chengdu to play?"

"why?"

"--It's fun."

"?"

"Well, Song Jiashu's hometown is in Chengdu."

Meng Shengnan was speechless: "Then you go to Chengdu to find him, what should I do?"

Qi Qiao looked at her with a hatred of iron and steel, "I told you not to talk about a boyfriend, you deserve you."

Meng Shengnan retorted: "Do you think boyfriends are so easy to talk about?"

"There are a lot of people chasing you."

Meng Shengnan rolled his eyes: "Why don't I know?"

Qi Qiao smiled, "You're just a girl who knows people and fireworks. No one dares to approach you to know, so I can."

Meng Shengnan smiled.

"Speaking of which, what do you like?"

Meng Shengnan thought about it seriously, "I don't know."

"roll."

This is Qi Qiao's catchphrase, and Meng Shengnan is always speechless. The number of people in McDonald's gradually increased, and BGM was flowing in every corner. Meng Shengnan took a sip of hot cocoa and asked Qi Qiao: "By the way, it will be a sophomore in high school this year. Do you choose literary or rationale?"

Qi Qiao said without hesitation: "I choose what he chooses."

Meng Shengnan's mouth trembled: "Can you still have no more principles?"

"This is called Husband Sing and Fu Sui."

Meng Shengnan black line, "You are pedantic."

Qi Qiao said, "You don't understand the world in love."

Meng Shengnan had a black line again, "What do you like him?"

"The appearance is like Panan, and loyal to the liver."

Meng Shengnan fainted.

Meng Shengnan knew about Song Jiashu's pursuit of Qi Qiao. It was the third year of junior high school. Song Jiashu, who is almost the dream lover of all the school girls, who is unlearned but handsome, screamed at the graduation ceremony affectionately about Ke Youlun's love to you, expressing Qi Qiao, and he looks like ten years. Wu Yanzu before.

"What do you want?" Qi Qiao waved his hand in front of her.

Meng Shengnan blinked and said, "It's nothing."

Later, the trip was still in trouble. The reason was that Qi Qiao and her mother Qiao Meili enrolled her in a folk art class privately, and she played the erhu class. Therefore, during the rest of the summer vacation, Meng Shengnan spent the rest of the summer after conceiving, writing, and then deleting, starting again and listening to Qi Qiaola's erhu.

That year, she was sixteen and a half years old.

The author has something to say: So what, the pen name has been changed, and his name is Shu Yuan.

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