Because the boy's nickname was Clown Ugly, she decided that his name was ugly and ugly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Suddenly, Li Mengying burst into tears because of that scene. She thought to herself: It would be nice if she could meet him again.

Touching the hairpin with her hand, the corners of her mouth were raised, and she caught a glimpse of a yellowed note next to her, she picked up the note and looked at it, where it was wriggled and written: Little Mengmeng, I'm gone, you must not forget me, I will definitely not forget you, you have to remember. I'll come back to see you in the future, Xiaomengmeng, I'll tell you, in fact, my name is not ugly, my name is Jiangmen, Jiangmen, the river of the Yangtze River, the door of the door and window.

There was still a typo written on the window......

Jiangmen ......

Li Mengying muttered the name, and suddenly realized that it was Jiangmen, the Jiangmen she had been encountering for the past two days!

No wonder he called her Little Mengmeng that day. In this way, if you call her so, you must have not forgotten the past.

Li Mengying's heart beat faster, she couldn't tell the strange emotion, she couldn't say that she was happy, and it wasn't all fright.

She forgot to think, forgot to remember the bits and pieces of the past, but thought of what happened with Jiangmen before.

The Shang family's blind date was there, and she heard Jiangmen's evaluation of her, and she took revenge on him. I also met him at the bar, it was he who escorted him to the hotel, and today I met him again, he called himself Little Mengmeng.

Moreover, there is another thing that comes to her mind, that is, Jiangmen has two "chest attacks".

Gradually, she didn't know that she was smiling......

There was a feeling that a confidant suddenly came out again, and she suddenly felt that her heart had quickly moved from Wen Yizhen's body to Jiangmen.

She said that there was nothing in this world that she could not get, never would be. She thinks no, in fact, there is, such as Wen Yizhen, she really doesn't have it, she will never get it, so she wants to give up, she really wants to give up.

It's not that she didn't think about giving up from the beginning, she just felt that she had given so much, so she cut off all her efforts, and everything she did was like a joke, which would make her look down on her.

In fact, such a behavior of never forgetting to hook up with Wen Yizhen actually looked down on himself for a long time.

Li Mengying walked over, sat there, picked up the spoon and moved the tofu to boil the fish, the faint smell of fish lingered on the tip of her nose, itching a little uncomfortable.

Suddenly, his eyes became a little sour.

She suddenly felt like a bastard, yes, a bastard's bastard.

For so long, her mother Feng Ling has always been tolerant of herself, she has no objection to what she asks, and if it is difficult, she will silently help solve it.

Especially in the matter of Wen Yizhen, even if she knew that there would be no results with Wen Yizhen, and she didn't even intersect, Feng Ling still didn't say anything and helped her do so much.

even helped her pre-murder Li Jiaying.

Who else can do these things but my mother without complaint?!

Even if her request is too much, she doesn't see her mother say anything serious to her, she will talk hard in the past two days, and she will persuade herself to give up Wen Yizhen, probably knowing that no matter how hard she tries, she will not get Wen Yizhen's favor, because she overestimates herself too much.

But Li Mengying herself refused to give up. She knew that she was more unwilling to do so, after all, she had put in too much effort in order to get Wen Yizhen.

When I thought that all my efforts would be in vain because of my own termination, my heart was inexplicably flustered.

Li Mengying's eyes were red, and she was so sour that she wanted to shed tears, only then did she see a small note next to her, she picked it up, and it was clearly written, "Xiaomeng, I'm sorry, my mother's words are heavy, don't be angry with my mother, okay?" ”

Tears burst out of her eyes and landed on the note with a snap, and in an instant the note was already half wet.

Li Mengying covered her mouth and cried, bending over slightly, her body trembling.

I don't know how long I cried, but there was a warm hug behind her, and the person hugged her, which made her heart settle down all of a sudden.

"Mom, I'm sorry......" Li Mengying apologized with a sob.

Feng Ling heard Li Mengying's guilt from the bottom of her heart, and she couldn't stop crying, her voice was a little hoarse, "Where is there anything to be sorry for with my mother, my child, as long as you are happy and happy!" ”

Li Mengying hugged Feng Ling in turn, crying: "Mom......"

Feng Ling hugged her and patted her gently on the back, patting rhythmically. Her children have suffered too many grievances, and there is nothing she can do about it, so she can only help with trivial things.

"Don't cry, you haven't eaten dinner yet, come, let's have dinner."

Feng Ling let go of Li Mengying, pulled her to sit down, handed the chopsticks to her hand, and urged her to hurry up and eat.

Li Mengying obediently took the chopsticks and pulled the rice one bite at a time, and every time she pulled a mouthful, several tears would fall, as big and transparent as a pearl......

After Feng Ling went out with the plate, Li Mengying locked the door and went to the bathroom to take a comfortable bath.

After taking a shower, when she was wiping her hair with a towel, she suddenly remembered the boy in her dream. It's so familiar, but I can't remember anything, I just know that there was once such a boy, a boy she didn't know the name of the boy who was very good with her when she was a child.

It's just that after the boy moved, he never saw him again.

At that time, there was a lot of simple happiness in the time when the boy was there, and there were many simple pleasures in the ordinary life - it turned out that in that distant country, in that forgotten world, there were things of great significance, and now if I hadn't dreamed of that boy, maybe none of this would have been remembered.

And those seemingly ordinary things never stayed in her heart for a moment, but now they crawled out of her mind clearly and swam into her heart little by little.

In addition to these rare feelings, she also remembered that it seemed that the boy had given her something before leaving, but after she took it home, she didn't open it because she was a little sad, and later, after she also moved, her mother handed the box to her and put it herself.

At that time, she took it, and she didn't think of this layer, so she casually put her in an inconspicuous corner. After all, at that time, the conditions of their family were more than a thousand times better than back then, and the things of their childhood had long been abandoned.

Her hair was half-dry, and she was ready to go to rest. But he paused, and his eyes looked into a corner.

She didn't even realize she was moving, and when she got to a cupboard, she put the towel on top of it and opened it.