Meng Ting returned home and found Shu Yang sitting on the sofa watching TV. "Wheres Shu Lan?"

  Shu Yang turned back, a hint of surprise appeared on his cold face. In fact, he had also discovered recently that Meng Tings attitude towards Shu Lan had undergone a subtle change. Previously, she was very good to Shu Lan and even called her "Little Lan" along with their father, but lately, Meng Ting kept her distance from Shu Lan, as if they were strangers.

  "In the room."

  Meng Ting pursed her lips, she didnt go find Shu Lan first, but instead went back to her own room and took out the box.

  As soon as she opened it, she found that the box had been rummaged through.

  The ballet skirt was crumpled up, and the small gold medal was gone. Meng Ting moved away the wrinkled skirt, and the white feathered long dress was also nowhere to be seen.

  Shulan really has good eyesight.

  The white feathered long dress in her trunk is the most precious.

  That was a skirt made by her mother after half a year, Zeng Yujie looked good but had a poor family background, she was born in a small village. Meng Tings grandparents taught in the village, and Zeng Yujie fell in love with the wrong person when she was young.

  She did not accept the blind date arranged by her family and eloped with a man from another place.

  Zeng Yujie didnt have a good life after leaving her hometown, working as a female worker in a textile factory. Later, the man abandoned her when she was still pregnant with Meng Ting. She was a strong woman who never thought of committing suicide, but instead focused on raising her daughter well.

  Meng listened at the age of ten, she made this skirt with her own hands.

  Zeng Yujie was skilled with her hands, and in that era, many rich ladies took pride in wearing clothes made by her. Later on, she stopped making clothes, just as she told Meng, she didnt love that man anymore.

  Zeng Yujies last piece of clothing was this white feathered cheongsam.

  She poured out all her love as a mother, embroidering the colorful feathers one by one, and with every movement of the white skirt, it was full of flowing beauty.

  Thats a skirt with a strong national flavor.

  Even in modern times, it is still very valuable and beautiful.

  Zeng Yujie cherished Meng Ting, her daughter was an angel sent by heaven, and she made a skirt for her to wear when she grew up. It was originally intended as a gift for Meng Tings coming of age, but after Zeng Yujie passed away, Meng Ting pressed it to the bottom of the trunk, until the fire last time.

  Not only was this skirt burned, but Meng Tings face was also ruined. Meng Ting closed the trunk and got up to knock on Shu Lans door.

  Shulan opened the door and saw it was her, somewhat uncomfortably shifting her gaze: "Sister."

  "My skirt and gold medal."

  Shulan glared with wide eyes: "Sister, how can you wrong me like this? Although you are my sister, if you continue like this, I will get angry."

  Meng Ting looked at her.

  The girl in front of me is seventeen years old, and she is as old as I am, only one month younger than me.

  Meng Ting had been good to her for a lifetime, doing his best to protect her. If it werent for saving Shu Lan, she wouldnt have disfigured herself in her previous life. Shu Lan was very good at flattering people, and the year Meng Ting lost his mother, Shus father was tongue-tied and didnt know how to comfort her. As for Shu Yang, there was no need to mention it, only Shu Lan called out sweetly "Sister".

  She said: "We will always be sisters."

  Meng Ting never got a clear look at her, but treated her well for the rest of his life.

  But she would never again interfere with Shulans life.

  Meng Tings eyes sank calmly: "You like Jiang Ren, so you took my gold medal to curry favor with him."

  "Shulan angrily said: What are you talking nonsense!"

  "But my skirt is a keepsake left by my mother, and the gold pendant also contains our last photo together. Giving you other things from before is fine, but you cant have those two."

  Shulan didnt expect Meng Liang, who was usually gentle in nature, to be so serious this time.

  She also came up in anger and frankly admitted: "Whats wrong with me attending someone elses birthday party and borrowing your skirt? If I had a good-looking skirt, would I look at your things? Its because of your eyes that our family is so poor. My dads salary was not low to begin with, but it was used to pay off your debts!"

  Meng Ting clenched her fists tightly, and after a while, she slowly let out a breath.

  Shulan.

  Shulan looked at her, feeling inexplicably uneasy in her heart. Meng Ting was still the gentle and refined Meng Ting, but something about her had changed.

  "I still remember what I owe Dad. But I dont owe you anything. Almost everything I had in the past, Ive given to you."

  Meng Ting learned to play the piano, and Shu Lan also wanted to learn. However, she was not very talented and only studied for two years, learning just a little bit of basics. Meng Ting knew that their familys financial situation was difficult, so he never went back to studying piano again. At that time, his mother was still alive, but the family could only afford for one child to study.

  Meng Ting is good at dancing, many kinds of dances.

  Shulan also made a fuss about learning, Meng Ting gave up following the teacher to learn and instead practiced on her own.

  However, Shulan was still not making progress. Her body was not flexible and she couldnt bear the pain of stretching, so after a month of training, she gave up by herself.

  Meng said: "If you cant return my things, Ill go find Jiang Ren myself."

  Where in Shulan have you seen such a Meng Ting?

  She was about to get furious: "You go and ask for it, you go and ask me and Ill tell Dad. How did you make his own daughter unhappy?" Shulan said and then closed the door. Anyway, the gold medal is not coming back, she actually didnt know that there was another photo behind it, at that time the class was passing it around, this Tuesday was He Junmings birthday, those people were a mess, but they were all rich second-generation kids, Shulan also wanted to be invited.

  Then she threw down the gold medal Meng Ting was holding from upstairs.

  He Junming indeed remembered her.

  Shulan blushed and said that was her dance prize, He Junming picked it up and saw the photo that had fallen out.

  He was stunned for several seconds, then whistled and asked Shulan about the person in the photo: "Who is she?"

  Shulans face turned pale, and she could only force a smile: "A small star I liked a few years ago has long since retired from the circle."

  He Junming was a bit disappointed: "Its quite pretty, give it to me. Come and play with me tomorrow night."

  Shulans eyes lit up and she immediately agreed.

  That skirt is also beautiful, not only beautiful, but also special.

  Whats wrong with letting her wear it anyway!

  Shulans whole body was excited as soon as she thought of other peoples eyes at He Junmings birthday party tomorrow. If Jiang Ren had an interest in her...

  She didnt believe that Meng Ting would really go, after all, Meng Ting had been very well-behaved since childhood, almost without any thorns, only soft and obedient. If Dad might be heartbroken, Meng Ting absolutely wouldnt let the sisters not get along.

  ~

  The next day when Meng Ting went to school, Shu Lan still hadnt returned her things, so she knew she had to go get them herself.

  She will no longer unconditionally yield to Shulan.

  The photo is also a keepsake of Mothers, and it cant be treated as something for He Junming and the others to play with.

  It was already 5:30 when school let out at No. 7 Middle School.

  Meng Ting packed up her school bag and said to Zhao Nuanju: "You go home first."

  "How about you?"

  "I have something on."

  Zhao Nuan didnt care: "Alright then, see you tomorrow and listen."

  "See you tomorrow."

  Meng Ting originally thought that the two schools had the same dismissal time. When she really wanted to take back her skirt, Shu Lan would definitely not have time to change into it. Shu Lan wouldnt return it to her at home, but was afraid of making a big scene at school, so naturally she wouldnt insist on wearing that skirt again.

  However, when she arrived at Shulans classroom, the girl in the front row holding a small mirror looked at her curiously: "Shulan, she left early. Today is He Junmings birthday from Class 12, she didnt attend Old Zhangs class and went directly."

  Meng Ting furrowed her brow, she hadnt expected that this group of people had all skipped class: "Thank you, do you know where He Junmings birthday party is?"

  The girl thought Mengs voice was soft and pleasant to listen to, so she told her: "Its from An Haitings side."

  Meng Ting felt somewhat embarrassed.

  But thinking of Shulans character, the skirt might be damaged, she finally took the bus to Anhaiting.

  She knows An Haiting.

  This is the most expensive area in the city, adjacent to the sea, with bars, internet cafes and KTV.

  Those were all properties of Jiang Jiajuns Yangguang Group.

  The time when school is dismissed coincides with rush hour.

  Meng got off the bus, and the sky had darkened a bit.

  Winter nights fall early, and at this moment its already a sea of ink.

  Meng Ting walked into the gate of An Hai Ting, and at the front desk were a man and a woman with very good attitudes: "May I ask who you are?"

  At that time, Meng Ting was still wearing the school uniform of No. 7 Middle School, ordinary board shoes, hair tied in a ponytail, and a pair of ink-colored glasses on his nose bridge, which was really incongruous.

  Meng Ting looked somewhat uneasy: "Can I see my sister?"

  The woman at the front desk smiled: "Classmate, you cant go up without an invitation."

  Meng Ting was stunned, and the singing voice from upstairs was unknown to anyone, it could be described as a mournful cry. She knew that this gathering was very lively, in such a situation Shu Lan would not cause trouble, if she didnt, then it wouldnt be Shu Lan.

  Meng Ting didnt go to comfort her afterwards, her skirt couldnt be ruined.

  "Im also... " She rarely lied, her cheeks were completely red, "A friend of He Junming. Im late."

  The woman at the front desk smiled: "Little sister, its not right to lie."

  Her eyes glanced at Meng Tings glasses, and the male receptionist also had a somewhat disdainful expression.

  Bai Ming thought Meng Ting was deceiving him.

  Meng Ting knows why.

  Jiang Ren and her friends are all rich or of high social status. He Junming likes people with high face value, he wouldnt have a friend as "poor" as her.

  Meng Ting hesitated for a long time, then lifted his hand and took off his glasses.

  The two receptionists across from each other fell silent for an instant.

  The girls cheeks were slightly red: "I really am... their friend." The living room lights were too bright, she blinked uncomfortably, with a hint of tears in her eyes.

  But also incredibly beautiful. That kind of pure beauty is even more stunning than all the people who went up before.

  The man in front of him turned bright red and coughed lightly after a while: "Ill ask your classmate for you."

  Meng Ting put on his glasses and looked a bit tense.

  The phone was answered and the male receptionist asked her: "Whats your name?"

  Meng Ting has no way out: "Meng Ting."

  ~

  He Junming was drunk and dizzy after singing, then he received a phone call. He wasnt good at drinking, so when the other person mentioned Meng Ting, his first reaction was to suspect that he had misheard.

  "What the fuck? Meng Ting!"

  Jiang Ren raised his eyes from playing cards beside the sofa.

  "Brother Nian, will Lianzi be okay?"

  Jiang Ren pushed the high pile of chips and cards in front of He Junming: "Buy your phone." The 56,000 yuan worth of chips was not a small amount that year.

  He stood up, and Hua Junmings mobile phone was already in his hand.

  The receptionist said: "Yes, this student says her name is Meng Ting."

  A low, cheerful laugh came from the other end of the phone.

  "Should we let her come up?"

  "Let her take the stairs, you say the elevator is broken."

  He waited at the corner of the third floor and couldnt help but curve his lips.