The driver scolded him and looked at the young mans appearance, but his heart was filled with a wave of unease. How could this cop not be a normal person?

  He stepped on the gas pedal and muttered a curse under his breath as he drove the bus away.

  Meng Ting didnt look back again, she turned around, her heart racing. For the first time, she realized that some things may have changed, but fate still moves steadily towards its original trajectory.

  "Does he know him?"

  Meng Ting remained silent for a long time. Shu Yang glanced at her and didnt ask anything else.

  When they arrived at the hospital, there was still a one-hour wait in line.

  Meng Tings attending physician was an acquaintance who came from the same town as her mother and was also a junior high school classmate.

  "Aunt Sun."

  Xun Qiaoyu pulled down her medical mask to reveal a gentle smile, took off her glasses and let Meng Ting lie on the hospital bed, then shone a light to examine her eyes.

  Meng listened uncomfortably and blinked, tears physiologically secreted out.

  Her eyes were a light color, not purely black, nor the usual brown, but rather a shallow tea color. Like rainwater washing clean, they were clear and transparent.

  Shu Yang was originally standing at the door, with an air of being unrelated to the matter, and Sun Qiaoyu didnt bother to be polite to him either.

  "Hey kid, come over and help me polish this."

  Shu Yang walked over and took the light source from her hand.

  He lowered his head and was stunned for a moment.

  The girls bright eyes had a sparkling light spot printed on them by the lamp. Her skin was fair and her lips were cherry pink. Her long eyelashes were covered with mist, as light as butterfly wings, but her eyes were calm and peaceful.

  For three years, Shu Yang saw Meng Ting for the first time after he had grown up.

  He was as impressed by Mengs listening at ten years old as Shulan was.

  At that time, his parents had been divorced for a year. Shus father was not very good at taking care of the children. The two children were dirty and unkempt. Shu Yang had a cold, with a red nose. He hadnt changed his clothes in five days, and there was a stain on the collar.

  Shulan is no better off either, with dirty pockets all over his clothes.

  Because that day was the day when Zeng Yujie officially moved to Shus house, Mr. Shu felt embarrassed and carefully changed into new clothes for the two children.

  Zeng Yujie was leading Meng Ting into the house at that time.

  Shulan and Shuyang, who were watching TV, were both stunned.

  Dad had carefully dressed them up, but it was still hard to describe the feeling of seeing Meng Ting for the first time.

  She held Zeng Yujies hand, with a similar anxiety about the future on her face.

  A ten-year-old girl doll wearing a sky blue skirt, with hair draped over her shoulders. White stockings and black patent leather shoes. The skirt is clean and tidy, the face is tender and beautiful.

  Yes, beautiful.

  Not used to describe the cuteness of children, but a kind of beauty that is about to bloom. Like the young dragonflies in early summer, lightly falling on the tip of the grass. A delicate and fragile beauty.

  She saw her brother and sister staring at her with their mouths agape, under Zeng Yujies encouragement, she stretched out her small hand, smiling shyly: "Hello little brother and sister, my name is Meng Ting."

  Shulan hastily stretched out her hand and shook it.

  Shu Yang stupidly wiped his dirty little hand on the back of his clothes and gently grasped the girls hand.

  Its white and soft, with cute dimples on the back of the hand.

  Like cotton.

  After Meng walked away, Shu Lan leaned in close to his ear: "Brother, shes really pretty."

  He nodded silently.

  Shulan said: "I wish I looked as good as you."

  Xu Yang didnt say anything.

  "Brother, your snot is about to come out, yuck, its so dirty."

  Shu Yang felt extremely embarrassed for the first time and wanted to dig a hole to bury himself.

  When Meng Ting was fourteen years old, something happened to his eyes.

  This did not affect Shu Yangs life at all, but the delicate and beautiful girl wore a clumsy Braille blindfold. She had to rely on her cane when walking, and her world was pitch black.

  Sometimes walking on the road will make people look at you like theyre watching a show.

  Gradually, the entire residential building forgot about Meng Ting. That beautiful and dazzling girl. Including Shu Yang, it was also difficult to associate the current quiet and introverted sister with the little fairy-like Meng Ting from back then.

  Until today, he held onto a beam of light and saw her grown-up appearance.

  She is seventeen years old.

  He had grown into a sight that made Shu Lan jealous to the point of heartache, and was even more handsome than he could have imagined back then. Shu Yang didnt know what feelings were in his heart, and silently shifted his gaze away.

  Sun Qiaoyu said discontentedly: "Young man, be serious, youre biased."

  Xu Yang raised his hand slightly.

  After checking, Sun Qiaoyu smiled with satisfaction: "Listen, congratulations. Your eyes have recovered, you dont need to wear glasses anymore."

  Shu Yang looked at Meng Ting for a moment, but didnt say anything.

  Meng Ting didnt expect it to happen so soon either.

  She was supposed to recover in half a month last time, but after careful consideration, she understood the key. Last time during this period, she cleaned up many messy things for Shulan and almost got her eyes infected again. This life didnt bother with Shulan, her eyes were well-protected, so naturally they healed faster.

  However... all her bad luck started after she recovered from her eye injury.

  Meng said: "Auntie Sun, my eyes still hurt when I see strong light."

  "Of course, youve worn glasses for so long and gotten used to a dull world. Your eyes cant take the stimulation, and suddenly seeing light would be unbearable. So now you cant rely on it anymore, learn to accept this world again. Ill prescribe two bottles of eye drops for you, still be careful not to overuse your eyes. If they still hurt, just rest them, anyway, slowly adapt, if theres a problem come find me anytime."

  Sun Qiaoyus words changed her world.

  There is a very large paulownia tree outside the hospital.

  Early winter, this old tree shed a lot of leaves, but the crown still stubbornly hung with emerald green leaves. The brown branches supported the winter leaves, and Meng Ting seemed to have smelled the faint scent of grass and mud in the medicinal water.

  The sky is azure and cloudless for thousands of miles. This is a rare gentle and sunny day in winter.

  Meng Tings world turned colorful again.

  She and Shu Yang walked along the way, and people they met cast their eyes on them. The 17-year-old girl had already fully grown up and had a striking beauty that attracted attention.

  Meng Ting walked out of Sun Qiaoyus line of sight, looked at the sky and the grass, let out a soft sigh, and then took out his glasses from his bag and put them back on.

  Shu Yang didnt think much of it and thought her eyes just werent used to it yet, so they hurt again after a while.

  ~

  The weather in November, even with thin sunlight, still has a lingering chill in the air thats hard to describe.

  He Junming and Fang Tan, in the end, neither of them dared to go find Jiang Ren.

  He Han gave He Junming a signal with his eyes, and He Junming understood it in his heart, went to the milk tea shop to buy a cup of hot tea.

  After a long time, Jiang Ren walked over from afar.

  That intense and terrifying emotion receded from him like a tide, leaving him unusually silent.

  He Junming handed up milk tea: "Ning Ge, drink some water."

  The cold air enters the lungs, a heart-piercing pain.

  Jiang Ren reached out and took it, looking at them without saying a word from head to toe. Among these young people, some were his childhood playmates who had grown up together, or friends he had made after being sent to H City.

  But at this moment, a hint of awkwardness and evasion flashed in their eyes.

  Only He Junming was as silly as a fool, with no resentment in his eyes: "I didnt let them add that black stuff, hehe, Brother Nian, you can drink with peace of mind."

  Jiang Ren patted his shoulder and said nothing.

  He is much more clever than Fang Duan.

  Jiang Ren initially came to H city when countless people fawned on him. He sneered and laughed: "Arent you afraid that Ill get sick and die on you?"

  Its not scary to say, but severe schizophrenia sounds like just a term, no one has seen it, and there is no such terrifying tremor. Jiang Ren waved his hand, and a group of people rushed to give their lives for him. Those who couldnt get close to him would grab this point and mock him with a sour tone, "Hey, hes just a rich madman, whats the big deal."

  They realized for the first time that Jiang Ren really couldnt control his emotions.

  If the car had stopped at that time, I dont know what would have happened.

  He Junming and Jiang Nianzhen drew near.

  They rode their bikes home together.

  He Junming said: "Nige, youre emotionally unstable, or Ill take you."

  Jiang gave him a cold glance. His eyes clearly said, "Get out of here, Im a man."

  He put on his helmet, swung his long legs over the motorcycle and pulled on his jacket.

  As soon as he looked up, he bumped into an acquaintance.

  Shen Yuqing was holding hands with a boy, chatting and laughing. The boy was also wearing the school uniform of No. 7 Middle School. She felt someone watching her, turned around, and saw Jiang Ren.

  Her face turned white and then green, in short, it was very wonderful. She let go of the boy and ran over to Jiang Nian.

  He Junming snorted with disdain: "Oh, Shen Das campus flower has a new love?" So, he said that Lu Yue was still better. He Junming originally thought that with Jiang Rens personality, she wouldnt even glance at her.

  But unexpectedly, Jiang Ren didnt leave.

  Under the helmet, a pair of black eyes quietly watched Shen Yuqing walk over.

  "Jiang Ren, listen to me, I can explain. Theres nothing going on between us. We have a monthly exam coming up and he borrowed some books from me, thats all."

  Jiang Nian glanced at the boys No. 7 Middle School uniform, then lowered his head to look at Shen Yuqing: "Youre from No. 7 Middle School, arent you not allowed to have a relationship? Why are you dating?"

  Shen Yuqing said: "Because I really like you, nothing else matters."

  Jiang Ren unexpectedly quieted down for a few seconds, "What do you like about him, good grades?"

  Shen Yuqin was stunned for a long time before hurriedly saying it wasnt. She suddenly felt that Jiang Ren seemed to be asking her, but also didnt seem like he was asking her. It all felt like he was looking through her, asking about another possibility. She couldnt understand, and took the opportunity to say a few more sentences about how much she liked Jiang Ren.

  Jiang Ren didnt say anything and drove away.

  In the sound of the wind, He Junming said: "Ní gē (brother), you still have feelings for her, why bother with that kind of woman who is like a willow in the water? Where is she as good as Lú Yuès daughter? Shěn Yǔqīng isnt really the kind of person who likes you."

  Jiang Ren gazed at the distant road surface, his hands slowly clenched.

  "I knew." He had always known that, out of so many people who genuinely showed affection for him, only a few emotions were real. And he never cared anyway... After all... he was reckless, uneducated, smoked and fought, and had mental illness.

  The wind made his voice hoarse, and he opened his mouth: "He Junming, with such good grades, why would she be in a romantic relationship."

  He Junming was stunned for a moment, thinking he said Shen Yuqing.

  He hesitated for a few seconds and replied uncertainly: "Maybe I wont resist talking? Not as rigid as those old fogies."

  "So why cant it be me?"

  Shes just good at studying and nothing else, her eyes have some minor problems, she doesnt look as stunning as Shen Yuqing either. He didnt mind that. His illness could be tolerated too, right?

  His voice was very light, and in the November wind, it was blown away, and nothing could be heard.