Meng Ling looked at the two pigeons that were reluctant to leave, shook her head, put the rubber band in her mouth, skillfully tied up her hair, and tied a simple ponytail. Mengling's hair is naturally a little curly, and it is beautifully curled, and people often ask her if she went to the beauty salon to perm her hair, and the ripples are very beautiful.

But after the age of 14, there are not many people who ask anymore.

Taking out some corn kernels from the cloth bag, Meng Ling limped to the balcony a little, slowly knelt down against the wall, laid out the newspaper first, and the two pigeons jumped over lightly, jumped onto the newspaper at once, and waited patiently. Surprisingly well-behaved, without making a single sound urging.

Sprinkled the corn kernels evenly, watching the two fat carrier pigeons shake their necks and squint their eyes to eat happily, Mengling shook her head and slowly stood up again. The only good thing about watching the pigeons eat is that you have some appetite yourself.

6 a.m. on weekends is still catch-up time for a 16-year-old high school girl.

Meng Ling decided to cook pasta to eat today. Meng Ling is reluctant to cook too difficult dishes, but pasta is simple and delicious, and she often cooks and eats it. Take out the large pot in which the dumplings are boiling and put the noodles down, wait for the water to boil.

"Tick Bell ......"

Meng Ling dried her hands with a tablecloth, walked to the bedroom with a slight limp, and picked up her clamshell machine.

"Hello?"

"Ahh Is this Miss Mengling? ”

"Right...... It's me, are you ......? ”

"Is this Miss Mengling, I'm a reporter from Chase News, can I disturb you for five minutes?"

"Chase News?" Meng Ling frowned slightly, and for a while she couldn't remember what kind of newspaper it was.

Is there such a news agency in Gimhae City? Meng Ling remembered the scene when she had just won the "Minhua Literature Award". Almost every day, media reporters flocked to her hometown's door, and everyone was eager to put the microphone of their newspaper into her mouth.

Rude and rude, from the eyes of those people, Mengling only saw the ambition and desire that made her tremble - the headline is mine! The men laughed as if they were saying this in their hearts.

It doesn't seem unusual that one of these media outlets has a newspaper called Chase News.

"Yes, Miss Mengling, maybe you didn't remember us, but when you won the "Minhua Literature Award" in one fell swoop, we really ran to your hometown." The reporter seemed to have some flattery.

"Well, Mr. Reporter, I'm cooking pasta, if it's convenient......"

"Oh! Pasta, that's great, a plate of sweet and sour pasta on a weekend morning, and I'm sure I'll be refreshed when I'm done - oh, I'm sorry, I personally prefer spaghetti with tomato bolognese, so to my liking, ha. ”

Meng Ling sighed slightly, leaned the phone against her shoulder socket, and after re-fastening her apron, she decided not to say more. Listen to him speak clearly, ask what to answer, and then never contact him - this kind of person is more likely to only hear the answers he wants to hear. Is it possible that journalists have to be so thick-skinned?

"Miss Mengling, I also know that I disturbed you, so I'll say sorry to you first. Then I won't waste any time and say hello straight to the point. Why didn't you write another one after two years after you turned 14? ”

Meng Ling took out a noodle, pinched it and looked at it, there was already a white core, which swelled up slightly, which looked very delicious. I stuffed it into my mouth and chewed it, full of elasticity.

"I didn't have any good subject matter, so I didn't write about it." Meng Ling said succinctly and brightly.

"Ah...... I've also read the book "Forbearance", and the idea and plot are really ups and downs, and they are not inferior to some classic suspense masterpieces - I mean, the reason why a writer who can write this kind of book is that he doesn't have a theme, right?"

Meng Ling paused, she heard something bad in the other party's tone. Even though he's still laughing. Meng Ling could see a man on the other end of the phone, dressed in a neat black suit and combing his shiny hair, holding the pitch-black microphone with a smile.

"If you don't have any other questions, can I hang up?"

"Oh, please wait. Miss Mengling, with all due respect, maybe...... What are you hiding? ”

"I'm not hiding anything. At least about that book, I don't. Others, I don't think I'm obligated to tell you. ”

"Naturally, naturally. But I've also heard about one thing that's a pity. Miss Mengling, you had a car accident right after the hot sales of the book "Forbearance", and now you ...... The right leg seems to be a little inconvenient, right? ”

"Yes, the right leg is slightly inconvenient, but it does not affect normal life." Meng Ling expertly stirred the wok with chopped onions, garlic, tomatoes, green peppers and other side dishes for seasoning.

"I'm a person, demons and monsters don't believe in anything. I only believe in myself, maybe you don't have a good impression of me, but I have been working for 10 years this year. When it comes to smell, I'm still a little confident. ”

"Mr. Reporter, if you have something to say, you can say it directly. To tell you the truth, I'm not interested in what you believe in your sense of smell, so I'd like to hang up right now. But that would make me feel weak. So I hope you're going to be done with it, and I don't want to be on the phone while eating. ”

The man over there seemed to smile. Meng Ling calmed herself down. I didn't do anything wrong, I just told the truth about what I saw with my own eyes, and that's it.

Maybe the car accident was a punishment — and she thought about it many times two years ago. But Meng Ling believes that even if it is a punishment, it is given to her by God or something she cannot understand, and it has nothing to do with human beings.

Since two years ago, she has gradually begun to close her heart to everyone. It's not a superficial severance of communication, it's a root-based, instinctive approach.

After seeing that kind of thing, and then writing it as a book, causing a sensation in the world, when Meng Ling came back to her senses, her right leg had been hit by a car and became disabled. Although she has recovered a little and has worked her walking posture, if she pays a little attention, she can see that her right shoulder can't help but tilt with every step.

It seems that there is no place that really belongs to her anymore. Whether it's a teacher, a small group in a class, or being disappointed in yourself, or pouring your love completely into the family of your genius brother.

Perhaps what made her know the truth was that the mysterious cave on the mountain belonged to her. But now she can't climb there on her own.

"Then I'll just say yes. Miss Mengling, have you plagiarized or stolen other people's works? Of course, there is no accurate conclusion on this matter in the world, and your name is still among the winners of the "Minhua Literature Award". However, after the high tide recedes, some dead fish and dead shrimp have to be dealt with after all, right? ”

"I didn't plagiarize, steal anyone's work. For the rest, no comment. Meng Ling already had a vague sense that he was probably going to ask this question.

She didn't expect it to be a big sell. I didn't even think about contributing. She just restored what she saw in the cave that day in words as true and detailed as possible. That's all.

After showing it to the teacher, the teacher told her that she had to submit the manuscript, and even took the initiative to contact an editor-in-chief she was familiar with and showed him the manuscript. The answer is the same as the teacher, let Meng Ling apply for the "Minhua Literature Award".

Maybe if Mengling had hidden what she saw that day in her heart as a secret, she wouldn't have been nicknamed "Otaku Mengling" by her classmates when she just entered high school. But she didn't pay much attention to it. She wasn't very good at making friends before.

"Really...... That's a shame. Of course, Miss Mengling, I'm not saying that I'm sorry that you didn't plagiarize. It's just a pity that comes from professional instinct. Recently, "Minhua Literature Award" has begun to become a topic again, Miss Mengling, I don't know if it is inconvenient to continue to contact you in the future? ”

"I'm sorry, please don't call me again, because I don't have anything to say anymore." After that, Meng Ling silently hung up the phone.

Stir-fry the hot and fragrant meat sauce and stir-fry the cooked pasta, and the fresh tomato bolognese pasta is baked.

Meng Ling placed the porcelain plate with the pasta on the table. The two pigeons on the balcony were gone, and the corn kernels were eaten cleanly.

"Thank you for your hospitality, and I'll come back next time." Before leaving, the two pigeons probably nodded thankfully into the room.

Mengling was eating noodles alone, thinking silently, those two pigeons should be husband and wife, right? It's nice that even the pigeons have a mate. Mengling used to have a partner, a childhood sweetheart boy named Zhang Hang.

It's just that when he was in junior high school, Zhang Hang left his hometown "Qianlong City" three years earlier than he moved and went to another metropolis - just like his current self.

I haven't seen it in the past two years. When she won the "Minhua Literature Award" at the age of 14, Zhang Hang called her, and the two talked a lot. Mengling felt that he had not changed much, he was as gentle and amiable as before, comforting her who had won too many awards and had been anxious.

After the final exam after a while, do you want to ask him to meet? Meng Ling looked at her right leg a little distractedly, her eyes slightly gloomy.

Mengling's hometown, Qianlong City, is a small township that does not enter the stream. Unlike Gimhae, a coastal metropolis with a convenience store just three to five meters away, Qianlong City is full of old vending machines. Half of them are discarded and unusable. But Qianlong City also has good things to offer – fresh air, endless green countryside, and wildlife that isn't afraid of people.

In order to go to high school, after graduating from junior high school, Mengling bravely came to Gimhae City alone. She didn't have any relatives or friends in Gimhae. The first time I got off the train station, it took me two hours to find the exit.

I now live in an old residential area with a construction history of more than 50 years, far from the central city. After Meng Ling first came, she walked around her home, and she was basically an old grandfather and grandmother. There are many wild cats here, and every night before going to bed, you can always hear the terrible screams of wild cats fighting. At first, Meng Ling thought that someone was secretly catching cats at night - she seemed to have seen the news that some stray puppies and kittens were caught in the slaughterhouse and ground the meat to make fake mutton.

Compared with junior high school, the monthly living expenses are basically unchanged, except for transportation expenses and rent. A total of 500 yuan. The rent is 300 yuan, the transportation fee is 30-50 yuan per month, and the food fee is 50-80 yuan.