Society ah Nian Ge Meng listened to some panic, afraid he would take action to touch her glasses. ... Cop she hurriedly said: "Got into a car accident, was injured, once lost sight. Jiang Nian, let me go."

  He furrowed his brow: "Can you see now?"

  Meng nodded: "Can't see strong light."

  "Let me take a look, you close your eyes first."

  Meng Ting was shocked in his heart, letting him see that he still had it. Her eyes are no longer swollen now, basically no different from normal people, but using her eyes for too long will still cause physiological pain.

  She was so anxious that she almost hit him: "No way, my eyes are very strange."

  He saw her face turn completely red and couldn't help but laugh: "How strange?"

  Meng didn't dare to deceive people, after a while she whispered: "It's just like the one on my student ID." She carefully added, "It's very ugly." So don't look.

  Jiang couldn't help but laugh, he believed her evil words.

  However, the palm of his hand was soft and sweet, he let her go: "You go home."

  She was flustered like a rabbit being chased, and finally stopped walking slowly. She stumbled and staggered forward in a run.

  He threw the candy into his mouth.

  The sour and sweet flavors swirled on his taste buds, Jiang Ren leaned against the bus stop. The sky in H city was clear, this remote and desolate urban area, which had a moment that was not quite the same.

  The sugar paper was stuffed into his pocket by him.

  Forget it, if you don't want to look then just don't look, it's not like I'm some kind of heavenly beauty.

  ~

  Meng Ting returned home and handed the card to Shu Zhitong.

  Shu Zhitong unexpectedly looked at her, and she explained: "The prize for the Olympic math competition, Dad Shu, you take it."

  Shu Zhitong listened to her story and smiled with joy: "Wow, that's really amazing! Take this money and go buy some nice clothes and delicious food. Don't worry about home, Dad Shu won't let you suffer."

  Meng Ting's eyes were slightly sour, and she spoke with a soft nasal tone: "I have some pocket money, Uncle Shu, you take it."

  She put the card on the table and was about to go back to her room, when Shu's dad chuckled: "Then I'll help you deposit it into a savings account at the bank, there's quite a bit of interest, Lulu. If you need it, just go withdraw it."

  Shulan came out of her room, she had slept until noon and was still wearing her pajamas.

  "Dad, where did you get this card?"

  When she reached out to take it, Shu Zhitong took it away first: "Xiao Lan, change your clothes and come to eat. This is your sister's thing, don't touch it randomly."

  Shulan was scolded and also became dissatisfied: "What's wrong with just taking a look, Dad? Why are you so biased? I haven't bought new clothes for a long time."

  She got angry when it came to this.

  Lichai Vocational High School and No. 7 Middle School are different, No. 7 Middle School requires students not to be eccentric, they must wear school uniforms. Lichai is different, although they also have a set of school uniforms, but the school does not require wearing them as a hard condition, Shulan has never worn school uniforms once.

  She wore her own clothes, but her family was not well-off, and her clothes were far less bright and beautiful than those of other girls. At this age, it's easy to compare, and Shulan felt miserable every time she saw others wearing good-looking clothes.

  It's just Meng who can bear wearing such shabby clothes for a whole year and four seasons.

  Shulan always felt that when she walked through the campus, everyone's gaze at her was filled with ridicule.

  She stomped her foot and walked away, what's wrong with wanting new clothes? Jiang Ren likes those girls, isn't it just because they dress better than herself? If she had money, she would definitely look even better than them.

  Meng Ting returned to his room, thought for a long time, and pulled out a dusty trunk.

  She opened the trunk. Inside were several sets of beautiful dance costumes and a pair of white dancing shoes. Her slender fingers gently swept over them, these had once been the best things in her life. Unfortunately, after mom's death, she never wore them again.

  Meng Ting always felt guilty about herself.

  She was once as beautiful and dazzling as the aurora, wherever she went, she was the most dazzling existence. On stage, she was stunningly beautiful.

  She was in junior high school that year.

  As she walked on the road, countless little boys would secretly look at her.

  "It's her, she looks really good, I heard Deng Qiang say that her name is Meng Ting."

  I've seen her dance, it's really beautiful.

  "She speaks softly too, even more adorable than my little sister."

  "Go hit on her..."

  ……

  Meng Ting's mother, Zeng Yujie, couldn't help but smile when she saw how popular her daughter was: "Let me see, how many people are following you home today?" She looked back and the group of boys scattered.

  "Mom!"

  Zeng Yujie laughed uncontrollably: "With a face so thin, what will you do when you're bullied in the future?"

  Meng Ting's eyes welled up with tears as she recalled this. She looked at the small golden medal inside the box, which had not faded in color, and picked it up to open the back cover. Inside was the last photo.

  Under the stage lights, she sat in front of the piano, Zeng Yujie smiled behind her, with his hand on her hair.

  The fourteen-year-old girl inside had soft hair tied back behind her ears, and was so beautiful it was unbelievable.

  This is the former self.

  Meng Ting had been avoiding these things until her death, and never opened this box. If it weren't for the competition that brought her back, Mom wouldn't have gotten into a car accident. When the accident happened, Zeng Yujie hugged Meng Ting.

  After Zeng Yujie died, for a very long time, Meng Ting couldn't laugh anymore.

  The most beautiful light in life has become an indelible pain. Before her eyes, all was dark, and she could no longer dance, having forgotten her past self.

  Beautiful and dazzling, with a small pride in oneself.

  Meng Ting was a heavenly talented young girl who became an ordinary person among the crowd.

  And now, is she going to overcome her psychological barrier and pick them up again because of the predicament Shu Dad is facing?

  ~

  On Monday when reading books, everyone knew that Meng Ting won the Olympic math competition championship.

  Zhao Nuanju was also stunned: "My god, you really got first place, what about Lu Yue?"

  Meng Ting was looking for chemistry books and replied to her: "Second."

  Zhao Nuan pouted: "I'm a good girl." Listening is too awesome.

  The class is also talking about this, because Lu Yue is the goddess of the third year. Lu Yue's family background is good and she has a temperament, usually like a fairy who is high above, not stained with worldly air, but unexpectedly lost to Meng Ting, who is one grade lower than her.

  The girls in the class couldn't help but say: "Meng Ting is so awesome, his IQ crushes us."

  The boy laughed and said: "Winning is useless, Lu Yue is so beautiful. What's the use of good grades?"

  The girl whispered: "Although Meng Ting is very good, but her eyes are indeed a pity. Ah, never mind, have you guys heard about Lu Yue and Jiang Ren's thing? She seems to be in a relationship with Jiang Ren."

  "No way!"

  "Really..."

  The topic gradually shifted, Zhao Nuan was so angry that she couldn't speak, listening to Mingming had won, but was sympathized with. She was almost furious.

  For the entire Seventh Middle School, Jiang Ren became the most unique existence.

  He is from the vocational school next door, and those people often smoke under the ginkgo tree after school.

  The school's headmaster and teachers didn't dare to manage him. It was said that he hadn't attended many classes, he had money, really a lot of money. Even if the Jiang family drove him out, his spending was still very generous.

  Few families could afford a small car back then, let alone Jiang Nian's supercar.

  Meng Ting heard these words but didn't take them seriously.

  She was still thinking about how to make money.

  Years later, house prices skyrocketed, but Shu Zhitong had already sold the house. The current house is rented and located in a new development zone.

  It's really poor...

  The Jiang family, who are in real estate, will have a lot more money after several years.

  Fortunately, she has a calm mind and nothing matters. Having died once, I understand that the most important thing in life is to be safe and healthy.

  When school was over, there was a commotion at the entrance of the vocational high school next door.

  Zhao Nuan and Meng Ting walked together, only to find out what they were shouting about.

  Shen Yuqing is waiting for Jiang Ren.

  She had thought that Jiang Ren would come looking for her after a while, but instead she heard the rumors about Jiang Ren and Lu Yue. She couldn't bear it anymore, so she took the initiative to come over.

  Jiang Ren pulled out a lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette between his lips.

  His smoking gesture was very casual, and after a while he lowered his head to look at her: "What are you doing here?"

  Shen Yuqing said: "Jiang Ren, let's start again, I won't act on my own from now on, okay? I'll listen to you."

  "None of your business, scram."

  Meng Ting was afraid of being seen by Jiang Ren in the crowd, so she lowered her head and pulled Zhao Nuan along.

  Zhao Nuanju said with a wrong guess: "Listen, you're also very excited, right? Damn, this is Shen Yuqing, she asked Jiang Ren to reunite and was actually rejected. Shen Yuqing doesn't even look up to him, I really don't know who he'll like in the future? Could it be that he really likes Lu Yue?"

  "Meng Ting pursed her lips: 'Shall we go?'"

  Zhao Nuan'ge hated that he couldn't stay here and watch the excitement: "Listen, you don't need to speak."

  Shen Yuqing's eyes turned red: "Do you really like Lu Yue? She's just got good grades, what else can she compare to me? Jiang Ren, don't you have any feelings for me?"

  Jiang Ren felt annoyed and extinguished his cigarette: "Are you feeling too good about yourself?" He patted He Junming's shoulder, "Where's that photo from this afternoon?"

  He Junming was stunned for a moment before he finally understood what Nian Ge had said.

  He pulled out a small gold card from his pocket, opened it and handed it to Shen Yuqing. He said with a sarcastic tone: "Shen Yuqing, if you can't even tolerate Nian Ge's annoyance, then don't come anymore. He likes this kind of thing, you're not qualified."

  Onlookers widened their eyes to take a look, but the small gold medal was too small and nothing could be seen. Everyone's curiosity was suddenly piqued.

  Shen Yuqing got closer, and she saw clearly.

  This photo is too old and the pixels are not good. It's obviously taken a few years ago.

  On a photo less than two inches in size, a girl in a golden long dress has her fingers placed on the piano. She looks at the lens with a sweet and shy smile.

  The photo has faded somewhat, but it doesn't detract from her exquisite beauty.

  Shen Yuqin was stunned for a long time and couldn't say anything for a while.

  Meng Ting, who was outside the crowd, also froze. After a while, her face turned pale. That small golden plaque was all too familiar to her, it was still in the box last night, how did it end up in He Junming's hands today?

  He Junming chuckled: "Isn't she pretty? Want to go back and remake?" He liked Lu Yue, so he didn't like Shen Yuqing, and his words were naturally not polite.

  Shen Yuqing reacted, furious: "How old is she? You're all perverts."

  "Get out of here."

  Shen Yuqing was also afraid of him, and walked away with red eyes. The crowd dispersed. Meng Ting didn't know whether to be angry or scared, she gritted her teeth, her heart racing, glanced at the small golden plaque, and followed Zhao Nuanju.