That's true.

Meng Jinche is one year younger than Nan Shiyu, now is the time when his heart is at its highest, he has the ability and means, and he has already created Huayue Technology by himself, so he must not rely on her power to add luster to him.

Steady progress and down-to-earth, use their own efforts to lay a world, and use the company to prove their strength, no matter when, Meng Jinche will choose the latter.

Looking at the news that Nan Shiyu came back, Ruan Wen was not surprised.

On the side of the hotel, when Nan Shiyu pulled up her hair and washed, she inadvertently thought of the first time she met Meng Jinche.

She had just turned sixteen that year.

It happened three days before she returned to Haicheng from the town.

Since Nan Shiyu's grandfather's generation, the Nan family has donated a large amount of money to charity every year.

This convention, even in the hands of Nan Chunian and the current Nan Yuheng, has never been broken for a year.

When Nan Shiyu was sixteen years old, her body had already grown well.

Since she was a child, she has been restricted, and she can't go out to see more people at will, Nan Shiyu was so stuffy that she was about to get moldy, and on the first day of her body's thorough recovery, she wanted to go outside with great interest.

Nan's father and mother saw that their daughter really wanted to go out, so they took her outside to play crazy for two days, and before returning to Haicheng, Nan's father and mother went to the orphanage that the town had been donating for the last time.

couldn't stand Nan Shiyu's rubbing, Nan's mother took her to the orphanage.

That was the day she met Meng Jinche.

Due to the long-term funding of the Nanshi Group, the orphanage is well funded, and all the facilities in it are also very complete, so that all the children can have a good living condition.

But among them, Meng Jinche was that accident.

In the sunny and sunny weather, all the children were playing and laughing in groups, but he was the only one who squatted alone in a corner of the wall, with his head down, staring at the swarms of ants on the ground, not saying a word to anyone.

At that time, Nan's father and mother were in the dean's office to talk to the dean about the donation, and Nan Shiyu was standing at the door of the office boredly alone, just in time to see the teenager in the opposite corner outside the window.

His clothes were old and white, his skin was yellow and unnourished, and he was thin and small, more than a head shorter than his peers.

Nan Shiyu looked at him for a long time, and walked towards him step by step.

The teenager did not react to her arrival.

Only when she stopped in front of him, he indifferently raised his eyelids and glanced at her, and then quickly lowered his head, and his gaze fell on the ants on the ground again.

Meng Jinche obviously didn't want to talk to her.

And Nan Shiyu, who has rarely had contact with outsiders over the years, didn't know what to say to him.

Two fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys and girls were silent with each other for a few minutes amid the background sound of laughter and chasing in the back garden.

Meng Jinche himself is like an independent world, people from outside can't get in, and he doesn't want to go out.

Although Nan Shiyu broke into him by mistake, she did not melt into his world.

He didn't accept it, and she didn't know what to do with it.

The silent silence of the boy and girl is like the collision of two classes and two worlds, and it is also like the silent rotation of the wheel of fate, wrongly twisting the trajectories of fate that should be parallel together.

Soon, Nan's father and mother finished handling the donation and came out of the dean's office, and the dean accompanied him.

Nan's mother glanced around the garden, found her daughter, beckoned to her, and walked in the direction of the parking lot.

During this period, the silent young man who had been keeping his head down and not saying a word, when Nan Shiyu walked to the gate of the courtyard, he slowly looked up at her.

At that time, Nan Shiyu was held by Nan's mother and happened to look back.

collided with the young man's calm and waveless gaze.

That look was like stagnant water, lifeless, not fresh at all, just numbness that didn't belong to that age, backwater-like numbness.

That casual look, Nan Shiyu remembered for a long time.

When she saw Meng Jinche again two years later, she recognized him at a glance.

It was two years after we met again.

That year, Nan Shiyu was eighteen years old and had just completed the ceremony.

Meng Jinche was seventeen years old.

The same meeting place, similar place, but different meeting scenes.

It was in a crowded corner outside an orphanage in Haicheng, and a seventeen-year-old boy was covered in wounds, sitting in the corner without saying a word, his narrow eyelids drooping silently, covering all the expressions under his eyes, and he was still bleeding from the back of his hand on the side.

After less than a minute, the boy wiped the blood from the corner of his lower lip, as if he had regained some strength, stood up against the wall, turned around and walked towards the door of the orphanage.

It's just that in the next second, he paused.

and Nan Shiyu's line of sight not far away.

There was a distance of a few meters between the two, and the air spread silently, and in this short distance, time seemed to quietly return to the time when they looked at each other silently in the small town orphanage two years ago.

This time, Nan Shiyu took a few steps forward.

Her eyes wandered over him, and for the first time she spoke to him:

"How did it hurt?"

The boy's fingers against the wall tightened slowly.

He has a good skin, even if there are many bruises on his face, he can't cover those cold star-like eyes.

"Probably some people feel uncomfortable when they see me lingering like this."

Nan Shiyu frowned.

When the young man on the other side said this, his face did not fluctuate, as if he had already accepted this reality.

This world is never fair.

Nan Shiyu looked into his eyes.

In the gloomy expression of the young man, those eyes were filled with the clearest colors, like snow on the top of a high mountain.

Even if he is in the dark, even if he suffers all kinds of exclusion and torture, in his heart, he is always trying to get rid of resentment, keep the last seat of goodness, not let the dirt and pollution of the world, and not let those obscure resentments assimilate.

At a certain moment, looking at such a pair of eyes, Nan Shiyu had an impulse in his heart, an impulse to help him.

Before she could react to her own consciousness, a question was spoken.

"Do you want to change the status quo?"

The young man's staggered footsteps paused.

He stopped, tilting his head to look at her in slow motion.

Looking at this little princess of a wealthy family who was born at the pinnacle.

“…… Why are you willing to help me? His voice was hoarse, and it took a while for the words to come out of his mouth in full.

Nan Shiyu curled her lips and smiled, without the noble shelf of a wealthy lady on her face, she just said in a very ordinary tone:

"It's just to fund one more person, there is no special reason, if you have to have a reason, it can be understood that we are still destined."

Isn't it fate?

Nan Shiyu stepped into the orphanage twice, crossed two cities before and after, and happened to meet him.

Her gaze fell on the boy's face, and she said:

"If you want to change the status quo, just tell me, of course, if you don't want to, I won't force you."

Before she could finish her final note, the young man's voice rang out with a hint of urgency.

"I want to!"

Nan Shiyu looked over.

His eyes were firm, the blood dripping on his finger bones on the ground, and his voice was faint but clear, as if he was drawing an end to the past and welcoming a new and strange future.

He said: "I want to change, I want to work hard to make a sky for myself, so that those who once abandoned me and hated me can see that I am not a drag, but their redemption in the future." ”

Looking at the perseverance in his eyes, Nan Shiyu smiled slowly, "Okay." ”

An eighteen-year-old girl, with all her pocket money, helped a dying teenager in a muddy swamp rewrite his fate.