In order to avoid the clutter and grasp the right things, she needs to do something that needs to be done, but there is no need to be nervous and not to startle the snake.

Meng Ling took a deep breath and said her intentions.

"Zhang Hang, there's something I want to ask you, I don't know if it's okay."

Zhang Hang seemed to smile lightly. "Don't be so restrained, Mengling, you have always been my good friend, if you have anything to say, you will definitely do your best."

"I'd like to meet you this summer, okay?"

"Oh, that's fine, but...... I may not be able to go to Gimhae City to find you, but this time I will go back to Qianlong City, and I plan to visit my grandmother who lives at a relative's house. Mengling, can you go back to Qianlong City? Actually, I miss you a lot, too. ”

Meng Ling's face was a little red, and her fingers were slightly strained.

"Okay, then we'll see you in Qianlong City."

"Okay, that's it, I'll probably have to go back tomorrow. Then I'll pick you up then, right? ”

"No, you can accompany grandma more, I can go back by myself."

"Well, stay safe on the road, and remember to make a phone call when you arrive. Looking forward to meeting you. ”

"Well, so am I."

Meng Ling hung up the phone and bit her lip lightly repeatedly. Soon she noticed a gaze, and the round-faced housewife next door was looking at her with her clothes and smiling. Meng Ling's face turned even redder, nodded to her crampedly, and turned to retract into the bedroom.

Now that they have agreed to meet, Meng Ling doesn't want to hide it from him anymore. Officially, let's honestly confess to Zhang Xuan, Meng Ling thought.

But until then, she knew there were things she needed to start doing. I also thought of a way to do it. Although she is now the only one left, and those transparent eyes are gone, she still has the camera that Xiao Ju gave her.

Meng Ling picked up the Nikon S2500 camera and pressed the power button to familiarize herself with the operation method.

Shine a picture of everything that makes you feel strange. She had been out of the cave for a long time, and her intuition was that it wouldn't make much sense to start writing again. So it was a different way. If she is right, then the truth should be the same.

First of all, the first anomaly is the towel on the roof of the building next door.

Meng Ling turned back to the balcony, the housewife and clothes had all disappeared, and the balcony was empty, but the towel on the roof was still lying there quietly and motionless. Mengling picked up the camera, set the focal length, and pressed the shooting button with her finger.

Meng Ling looked at the photos she had taken. She hadn't touched any high-end SLR cameras, but she thought the effect was good, and it was enough to be able to see objects clearly. Artistry, beauty, and all of them don't need it.

Very good, Meng Ling read silently. That's what happened. I'm going to try to record all of you on camera without making any changes to you.

My relationship with you will always be two parallel lines that run perpendicularly. When the recording is complete, all I have to do is wait and see what happens to you. And the time will come.

A long-lost sense of fulfillment. The faint warmth fluttered along the light that fell on the corner of the sofa in the bedroom, and quietly fell on Mengling's slender shoulders.

Meng Ling took out her metallic gray Meilu brand 20-inch suitcase, laid it flat on the carpet, took out some light-colored matching underwear that had been washed, folded it and put it in the box.

You don't need to take too many clothes and pants, a few sets of changes are enough. There should be some left in the house that she didn't bring to Gimhae City.

Pretending to be dressed, Meng Ling slowly paused, wrinkled her nose, and hooked the corners of her mouth helplessly.

In the past two years, because of the drastic change in her personality and the extreme shrinkage of her interpersonal circle, she has become only the pursuit of cleanliness and tidiness in her clothes, and the word gorgeous is estimated to have fallen into dust in her mind.

Compared with the fashionably dressed and confident girls walking on the commercial street in Gimhae, she seems to be a little too monotonous and inconspicuous.

"What do you have to dress up for, and no one looks at you." Mom often said this to Mengling.

Meng Ling is indeed not very interested in dressing up. But that doesn't mean she's disgusted. After all, she is also a high school girl, and when she walks on the side of the road and sees beautiful clothes in the bright large glass window, she can't help but smile and faintly yearn for it.

Some of the clothes were bought by her mother in the first year of junior high school - Mengling's height stayed at 160CM in the first year of junior high school. Mostly cotton t-shirts and light-colored athletic shorts and dark jeans.

Sorting out her clothes this time, Meng Ling actually found that there were very few short skirts, even if it was a skirt, there was only a dark brown long skirt. In her memory, her grandmother often walked with a cane and wore this style of skirt.

"It's good to buy a dress. I remember he said that he liked the way girls wore dresses......"

Meng Ling thought about it, counting the change she saved by saving money and the ticket money she saved to go to the aquarium with Xiaoju this time, it was about 200 yuan. You should be able to buy a nice dress.

Meng Ling touched her legs, although she was not tall, the length ratio of her legs should be barely passable. At least you won't be able to see the difference between sitting down and standing.

The only regret is that a dark brown scar is permanently left on Mengling's right ankle like a brand. She was slightly disappointed. Although she had never mentioned it to Zhang Hang in person, she knew that Zhang Hang would always glance at him unintentionally when he wore leg-baring clothes such as shorts.

Girls are actually quite sensitive to this kind of gaze, but if that person is the person they like, they will not deliberately debunk it.

In turn, Meng Ling was also sitting next to him, quietly looking at his angular side face, carefully observing his high nose bridge and long eyelashes.

"I guess I'm going to be disappointed...... Zhang Hang seems to care about this. ”

Meng Ling shook her head, put the clothes neatly in order, put on some daily necessities, closed the lid and closed the zipper. After about two hours, Meng Ling looked at the sky for a long time and gradually felt a little strange.

The weather forecast was wrong, and the sky showed no signs of rain. Meng Ling felt once again that her thoughts should be right.

The truth I learned in the cave, whether it was in writing, or Zhang Xuan's special way of reading, or whatever, I figured it out.

Take your camera and aim it at the focal length towards the sky. The marshmallow-like clouds in the west, fiery red by the rich afterglow, exude a unique beauty and light, but there is something strange hidden there that people do not feel. It's like ultrasound.

The second photo has already been taken. It's good to go on like this, where no one understands and no one is paying attention, silently listening to the subtle movements of precision machinery as it turns. Sooner or later, that inferior gear will undergo some kind of mutation in a place that does not belong to it.

Meng Ling put 200 yuan in her purse and prepared to go out tomorrow to buy a beautiful dress. She slept early that night and slept deeply. When I woke up the next morning, nothing unusual happened.

The biological clock made Mengling wake up at 7 o'clock in the morning, and after a simple wash, she put on an apron and stepped on slippers to take out the ingredients from the refrigerator and prepare to start making breakfast.

The kitchen was filled with the faint smell of food, and the sound of hot water gurgling and boiling in the pot sounded. A bowl of miso soup with seaweed powder floating on it, a plate of boiled spinach, a bowl of rice and a small plate of lettuce salad. This is Mengling's breakfast.

She took the plate and put it on the small square table, and was about to start eating, when the "guest" arrived, as always. Two fat pigeons stood side by side on the balcony, occasionally poking their heads, as if looking for Mengling.

After taking a sip of water, Meng Ling didn't go directly to get the corn kernels, but picked up the camera, opened the glass window, and quietly approached them on her stomach, squinting at the focal length.

"I don't mean anything, please cooperate......" Meng Ling whispered, "click" pressed the shooting button. A pigeon tilted its head, its eyes blinking and staring curiously at Meng Ling. "Don't you want to eat?" As if asked.

"Alright, let's bring the corn kernels."

Meng Ling looked around, the newspaper was gone, so she tore up a brand new notebook and spread it on the ground, and the two pigeons obediently jumped back a few steps, stretching their necks and waiting for food. The one on the right cooed twice.

Some of the sun-dried grains in Mengling's house were actually stuffed to her by her grandmother when she went to Gimhae City. The elderly usually like to put some grains in the rice to cook together. Mengling originally wanted to eat like this, but who knew that it was convenient for the two pigeons.

Birds are generally very vigilant, and although pigeons are more affectionate, they are also considered birds. Meng Ling leaned against the doorrail and watched them peck at the corn kernels one by one, eating very attentively, and couldn't help but be curious. I've been feeding them for a while, will I be rejected if I touch them?

Meng Ling raised her hand and tried to touch it gently, but the pigeon on the left jumped two steps away from her and continued to eat. She didn't give up, and tried to touch the one on the right again.

The pigeon looked up and stared blankly at her hand. Meng Ling carefully rubbed her index finger against its head. It is soft and smooth, and you can feel the bones with a little force. After a while the pigeon seemed to get tired of it, flapped its wings lightly twice, dodged its fingers and jumped aside to continue eating.

Meng Ling couldn't help but smile. The first time I thought they were a little cute. Although if you count according to human age, these two may be about 30 years old in Mengling's heart.

After eating, the two pigeons wandered around the balcony for a short time, as if looking for any missing food. Seeing that it was completely eaten, he flapped his wings and left the balcony one after the other.

A third photo has also been taken. Meng Ling thought silently. This world is also weird, usually at first glance it is working normally, and the world is peaceful. But once you pay close attention, there are a lot of strange things happening every day. But maybe these things are weird only to her.

Either the world is wrong, or you are wrong.

Three days later, Mengling took a tram at Jixiang Station, got off at the nearest station to the train station, and got on a train to Qianlong City. I also called home in advance to inform me, and although my mother's voice sounded uninspired, the truth had already been reached.

It seems that the younger brother will also go home this time - the younger brother did not study in junior high school in his hometown, but in a private middle school in the capital Beihua. This made Meng Ling a little distressed.

She didn't hate her brother, but his brother, like the people who alienated her, began to become a little indifferent to her after the car accident. Even the occasional gaze will carry some feelings that make Meng Ling a little uncomfortable.

Mom also shows that look when she sees the most annoying cockroaches. Her mouth was pursed into a word, and she didn't say a word, and ordered her to dispose of the cockroach immediately with her eyes.

The train will pass through many small towns along the way, and Qianlong City is the penultimate station. Many students of Mengling's age sat in the car, looking happy. It should be the same as Mengling, there is no high school in his hometown, and he has to go to Jinhai City to study.