In the evening, the heat of the midsummer day gradually dissipates with the sunset.
The wind blew in my face, and although it still carried some residual heat, it was finally no longer like daytime, and it was so stuffy that I almost couldn't breathe.
At six o'clock, Meng Lanting took a shower, changed into a dress given to her by Feng Lingmei that she had never worn before, combed her hair that was now almost shoulder length, looked in the mirror, and gently applied it on her lips with her little finger.
I put on a light layer of lipstick, and finally stood in front of the mirror and took a look at myself.
She has never worn pink clothes.
Because of my career, I was used to dressing up in an old-fashioned way, and I even felt that this spring begonia-like color was too delicate and not suitable for me.
She couldn't wear it either.
But after putting it on today, the pink skirt and the snow-colored skin seemed to blend in perfectly, and there was nothing out of the ordinary about it.
Meng Lanting withdrew her gaze and went out to tell Mrs.
Zhou that when she went out during the day, she met some former students from Zhida and invited her to watch a movie with her in the evening.
She couldn't refuse but agreed and took the key out so that Mrs.
Zhou didn't have to wait.
Reply yourself.
Although Mrs.
Zhou was a little surprised by her unusual behavior tonight, she already felt sorry for her hard work in the past.
Now that her brother was finally back, she was very happy.
She looked her over and said with a smile: "This is how you should dress up.
Look.
You look like a young lady.
I didn't say that sometimes, I thought you were more mature than me.
Just go ahead and play, Ruoyu, I will take care of you, don't worry."
Meng Lanting smiled and thanked Mrs.
Zhou and walked out of Zhou's house.
At half past six, she arrived at Aimeng Road and stopped at the place where Feng Kezhi had stayed and cried with her that night after learning the news that her brother was dead.
Now that it's summer vacation, there are fewer people passing by on this road in the evening, but there are still residents living nearby in twos and threes and young men and women who come here to take a walk in the cool air.
Whispers accompanied by laughter float into my ears from time to time. middle.
Meng Lanting laid a handkerchief on a flat stone under a tree by the roadside that was usually used as a resting stool.
He turned his back to the avenue and sat down facing the sunset, and began to wait for Feng Kezhi's arrival.
On the top of the distant mountains, only half a round head of the setting sun remained.
The crimson color reminded Meng Lanting of the fiery red cannas that he planted in the courtyard of his home when he was a child.
At that time, the canna bush in the yard that had grown there for as long as she could remember had not yet died, and her father was still alive.
Although the illustrious nobles and bells and dishes of my grandfather's time have long since disappeared, and have become memories and anecdotes that are inadvertently revealed by the clan members when chatting, my parents treat each other with respect, and in the study, my father teaches me and his younger brother to read and arithmetic with a kind and harmonious voice.
The aroma of her mother's cooking wafting from the kitchen has become the strongest and most indelible impression in Meng Lanting's childhood memory.
She remembered that she had read a small book written by a Western scholar named Freud.
It seems to be said that people are accustomed to being attached to the fragments of life that left a good impression on themselves in childhood.
From then on, throughout their lives, no matter what the reality is, in the world of adult psychology, the life style of childhood will always be affected by the grown-up self.
I miss it subconsciously and move closer to it intentionally or unintentionally.
Meng Lanting didn't know why she suddenly remembered those things from her childhood again today.
Perhaps it was because the sunset in front of her reminded her of the dead cannas in the front yard.
The setting sun had completely set, and the sky began to slowly turn a crab-shell blue color.
The day passed and night came.
On the phone, she didn't make an appointment with Feng Kezhi.
He can come whenever he wants.
She would wait until he came, or until it was impossible to come.
The surrounding light is getting darker and darker.
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A pair of young men and women in love stopped near her, laughing and whispering, then left and walked over.
She waited patiently, and it only took about an hour.
When it was almost nine o'clock, the clear night sky gradually darkened, the clouds and fog blocked the bright moon, and the wind began to blow hard, as if a summer night thunderstorm was about to happen. arrival.
There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the boulevard.
When the first cool drop of rain fell on her forehead, she turned her head to look again and saw a car approaching from far away and parked nearby.
The car windows are down.
Feng Kezhi turned his face and looked at her.
Meng Lanting brushed off a few leaves that had fallen on her skirt, stood up slowly, turned to him, waited for a while, and saw that he never got out of the car, and the car didn't turn off, and didn't seem to intend to come over, so She took a step towards him, but saw the car stalled.
Feng Kezhi pushed open the car door and got out, walked across the avenue to her, and stopped in front of her.
"What's up" "It's not necessary if you say thank you." he said.
The street lamp behind him outlined a long, thin silhouette.
His face was hidden in the night, making it difficult to see his expression at the moment.
Meng Lanting looked at him with a smile on his face.
"Thank you for coming.
It's a big favor, and I know you don't need any thanks, but I still have to say it.
If it weren't for your help, I would never be able to see my brother again.
My gratitude really cannot be described in words.
And my brother, he originally wanted to express his gratitude to you personally."
"No need, I'm not interested in him" "I also said that if you say thank you, there is no need."
Feng Kezhi seemed to become impatient all of a sudden, and interrupted her words.
Meng Lanting paused and was silent for a moment.
"That's it, you go back."
His shoulders moved, as if he was about to turn away.
"Please wait a moment" Meng Lanting called him, walked up a few steps, and stood closer to him.
"Mr.
Feng, I know that what I say next may not sound like the right time now, and it may also seem ridiculous, but this is what I am saying from my heart."
Meng Lanting finally summoned up the courage to say the words that he had repeated in his heart countless times while waiting.
She said: "No matter what, as long as I can, I will do it for you in the future."
After finishing speaking, Meng Lanting did not dare to look at him.
He slowly lowered his eyes, held his breath, his heart beat faster, and his palms became slightly sweaty.
Another gust of wind passed by, carrying the heavy rain, swaying the tree crown above her head, and Meng Lanting's skirt was also blown wildly against the lines of her body.
Feng Kezhi stopped.
"If I ask you to be nice to me now, you will be willing to do it."
After a while, his voice came to my ears, his tone was flat, and no emotion could be heard in it.
"Yes."
Meng Lanting responded lowly but clearly, without any hesitation.
"If you are still willing now" Feng Kezhi seemed to laugh.
"Miss Meng, can I, Feng Kezhi, not be able to marry anyone else?
I found your brother and got him out.
Do you think it was just to get you to agree to marry me?"
"No, don't get me wrong.
I don't dare to be so sentimental.
Although my words may be ridiculous, this is really the way I thought of to express my feelings to you."
Meng Lanting's face was a little hot, but he still had a smile on his face, looking at him with a sincere tone.
"You shouldn't have said it if you knew it was ridiculous."
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Feng Kezhi's tone was cold.
"However, since you specifically called me here and I am here, let me ask you by the way, Miss Meng, if it were Xi Songzhou or any other man today, if they helped you get your brother back, You will probably say these words without hesitation."
The smile on Meng Lanting's lips gradually solidified, he hesitated, and whispered: "Mr.
Feng, I can't answer such a question."
"I'll answer for you, this is the truth."
Meng Lanting was silent.
Feng Kezhi stared at her.
"You should still remember that when I had the honor of receiving your first thanks, I told you that I was not a good person."
"To tell you the truth, I'm just curious.
If I can help you find someone, Miss Meng, who has always been aloof, will you act like a bastard like me when you reject her without any pretense?
What attitude "Now I know, it's more than I thought."
He paused and curled his lips.
"Forget it, take back your thanks, there's no need for it.
I, Feng Kezhi, don't need it either."
Another big raindrop hit her on the cheek.
Meng Lanting slowly raised his eyes, met the two sinister eyes of the young man opposite him again, and whispered: "No matter what your original intention is, you helped me find my brother.
I owe you a great favor.
This is the truth.
I just hope you can feel my sincere gratitude to you.
If what I just said is contrary to my original intention and makes you feel unhappy or disgusted, I sincerely apologize to you and take back my words. " "Whether you accept it or not, I am still grateful to you anyway.
I will remember your kindness."
"Mr.
Feng, thank you for coming tonight and listening to what I have to say."
On the distant mountain where the setting sun once set, a twisted blue lightning lit up.
Accompanied by a muffled thunder, a rustling sound suddenly sounded above Meng Lanting's head.
Raindrops fell densely, hitting the dense canopy of trees.
On the ground that cannot be covered by the tree canopy, the color of the soil has become darker, and in the breath, there is also a faint smell of summer mud mixed with water.
The raindrops also fell on Feng Kezhi's head and shoulders without any obstruction, quickly getting him wet.
But he didn't seem to feel anything at all, and remained motionless, just staring at Meng Lanting who was standing under the canopy of the tree.
"Master Feng, it's raining, you" "Meng Lanting, didn't you say you are sincerely grateful and want to repay the kindness?"
"Then let me see if you really have that much sincerity."
"Get in the car."
He spoke suddenly, turned around, and got into the car himself.
Meng Lanting hesitated and stood still at first.
"Come up here" He turned to her and said coldly.
Meng Lanting finally took a step forward and got into his car.
Feng Kezhi started the car and drove away in the rain.
Without saying a word, he drove out of Aimeng Road, turned around, and drove toward the city.
The car was driving very fast and the rain was getting heavier.
Meng Lanting was sitting in the shadow of the corner of the back seat, looking at the solidified back of Feng Kezhi in the front row amidst the soft crackling sound of the raindrops falling on the roof of the car, and the uneasy feeling in his heart changed.
It's getting more and more intense.
It rained heavily, and rainwater quickly accumulated in the low-lying areas of the streets.
The street lights were dim, and no pedestrians could be seen on the street.
Outside the car window, it seemed that there was a world filled with rain pillars and white rain vapor rising from the ground.
Meng Lanting had no direction at all.
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He didn't know where he was taking him, and he didn't dare to ask questions.
It wasn't until the car finally stopped that she finally recognized it.
This is the front door of Dahua Hotel.
On her first day in Shanghai, she walked past the gate and looked at the brightly lit restaurant inside.
"If your sincerity is not as much as you think, just say it and I can send you back now."
Feng Kezhi turned his head, looked at her, and said. gd1806102: