Meng Ting didn't think it would be like this... 8,000 yuan was spent in vain.

  Meng Ting was a bit distracted. Eight thousand yuan this year is not a small amount. The monthly salary of Shu Zhitong's research institute is only six thousand yuan, and her own scholarship is five thousand yuan per year.

  The family was actually quite poor, and in order to pay for his own eye surgery, Shu's father had to run around borrowing money from relatives. Every weekend, they would see relatives coming to ask Shu's father to repay the debt. Shu Zhitong could only smile and apologize, making promises to put it off again and again.

  Later on, because things couldn't be dragged out any longer and Meng Ting had another accident that disfigured him, Shu's dad went to do the most dangerous radiation work.

  Zhao Nuan didn't notice Meng Ting's distraction and continued to pack her bag while gossiping: "Shen Yuqing's birthday last time, I heard Jiang Ren didn't go. Then just now, she said that tonight Jiang Ren invited their classmates to play at Xiaogang City this weekend. Listen, do you know Xiaogang City?"

  Meng Ting shook his head.

  Zhao Nuan's eyes sparkled: "I haven't been there either, but I know that one time of consumption is at least tens of thousands of yuan." After her excitement subsided, she pouted, "Everyone knows Shen Yuqing wants to show off, but Jiang Ren is really rich and generous. Sigh, who let Shen Yuqing be so beautiful, we don't have this opportunity."

  Meng Ting lowered her eyes, picked up the form, and carefully wrote down her own name.

  She knew this world was unfair, some people squandered tens of thousands, while others struggled to make ends meet.

  "Hey, you're going to sign up for the math Olympiad?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "Have you learned?"

  "I learned a bit when I was young, and with two more weeks of practice, I can try taking the test."

  Zhao Nuan thought Meng Ting was really awesome.

  Meng sighed in her heart, after all, it was 8,000 yuan. She had to make it work. To save Shu's father from undergoing radiation experiments, the first thing she had to do was avoid another disfiguring burn injury, and the second was to find ways to earn more money.

  However, she is only seventeen years old and still in high school. Her father would definitely not want her to neglect her studies for other things, but competitions are different.

  Meng Ting was stunned for a moment, she glanced at the Olympic math promotional brochure, and suddenly knew how to make money.

  She asked Zhao Nuanju: "Besides the Olympic math propaganda, are there any other competitions?"

  "Yes, and there's also an English speech contest, but that's during summer vacation."

  Meng Ting felt somewhat disappointed.

  Zhao Nuanju thought for a moment: "But I've heard that the vocational school next door has many such projects, like singing, dancing and playing the piano. They enrolled art students." Zhao Nuanju looked at her, wanting to say something but hesitating, then said after a while, "Never mind, nothing."

  Listen, if eyes are injured, how can they dance or play piano?

  Today it's Zhao Nuanju's turn to be on duty. The duty student in Class 7 has a simple task, just wipe the blackboard clean and close the doors and windows after school is over.

  Meng Ting helped her... The two girls didn't realize something was wrong until they closed the window, and then the thunderstorm started, with loud thunderclaps and heavy rain pouring down. Zhao Nuan cursed under her breath.

  "Listen, did you bring an umbrella?"

  Meng Ting didn't hear it.

  Zhao Nuan Cheng also didn't.

  This year, there were no loving umbrella facilities in No. 7 Middle School. Meng Ting had to wait for Zhao Nuanju, and Shu Yang usually left early.

  Two girls went to the first floor, looking at the rain curtain, feeling a bit worried. Their school didn't allow them to bring mobile phones, and Meng Ting didn't have one anyway. She glanced at her electronic watch - 18:32.

  Dad Shu gets off work at 9 pm every day.

  Zhao Nuanju was also anxious: "My dad should be off work and will come pick me up, right?"

  As soon as the words fell, several sports cars drove in from the school gate. A sleek silver sports car turned a corner and stopped in front of their teaching building.

  First and foremost is a supercar.

  The car window came down, and Meng Ting saw Jiang Ren's face.

  He put his hand on the steering wheel and looked at Meng Ting. Meng Ting lowered her head to avoid his gaze.

  Zhao Nuan hurriedly pulled Meng Ting back and thought to herself, what's going on with the gate guard, actually letting this group of vocational high school students drive in.

  After a while, laughter came from upstairs, and Shen Yuqing walked down with several girls.

  The expensive sports car made several girls' eyes light up.

  They all shouted in unison: "Good Jiang Shao, good He Shao!"

  He Junming raised an eyebrow: "The beauties get on the bus, don't get wet."

  Several girls got on different cars. Shen Yuqing sat in Jiang Ren's car.

  Jiang Ren's foot was on the clutch, and his black eyes suddenly turned to look at the quiet girl who was avoiding the rain in the corner: "The one over there..." He still didn't know her name. "Get in, I'll take you to the bus station."

  Meng Ting raised his eyes.

  She is temporarily unaccustomed to these eyes and still feels pain after using them for a long time. But under the dim sky, she no longer needs to close her eyes.

  Meng Ting shook his head: "Thank you, no need."

  "Get in, don't make me say it a third time." His tone was already slightly impatient.

  Meng Ting opened his mouth, and Shen Yuqing poked out her head: "You're the classmate with poor eyesight, right? Get on the bus." Her tone was cheerful, but her eyes weren't quite so.

  He Junming was also stunned behind him.

  When did Brother Nian become so kind-hearted? Is he really caring for people with disabilities?

  Meng Ting knew Jiang Ren's personality, the more he disobeyed him, the more energetic he became. She didn't get in the car, and his foot wouldn't let up on the clutch.

  Jiang Ren was eighteen years old this year. He had been held back a grade, so he was one year older than his peers, and had already obtained his driver's license. Everyone was watching them, so Meng Ting and Zhao Nuan had no choice but to get into Jiang Ren's car.

  Zhao Nuanju, who usually talks a lot, was stunned and looked like a little quail.

  The car is very quiet.

  Shen Yuqing also knew that Jiang Ren had a violent temper and generally wouldn't provoke him.

  Jiang Ren drove for a while before hearing a soft and sweet voice behind him: "It's just at the next stop."

  That voice was like a mixture of the sweetest honey and the soft water of a southern ancient town from childhood, but with a distant and cold attitude.

  Jiang Ren gripped the steering wheel tightly and suddenly laughed: "You're really not blind."

  He said, stepping on the accelerator, and the bus stop platform passed in front of them. Meng only felt a little flustered now, holding her horizontally placed cane, feeling somewhat uneasy. She hadn't provoked him, why was he so hateful?

  Meng Ting looked at Zhao Nuanju beside him, and Zhao Nuanju didn't dare make a sound.

  Joking irritability syndrome is very frightening.

  If it gets crazy...

  A group of people got off the bus in a small port city.

  The rain outside is pouring down in sheets, and before you know it, the streets are soaked through. Night falls, and the city's neon lights flicker to life.

  The three big characters of Xiaogang City flickered with dazzling purple light.

  Meng Ting got off the bus and stood at the gate. The small port city was quite far from her home, and she didn't even have enough money for a taxi ride back.

  Jiang Ren hung the keychain on his index finger: "Genius, go in and have fun."

  He invited them in to play, not seeking their opinion.

  Several burly security guards at the entrance recognized him, bowing and calling out "Young Master Jiang". A faint smile played on Jiang's lips as he nodded slightly, his hand still sore. He didn't look down on them, but rather wanted to have some fun with them.

  Meng Ting also knew he wouldn't give up until he achieved his goal, so she could only go in with Zhao Nuanju.

  Ying Yuqin looked at Meng Ting with suspicion, the girl behind her whispered in her ear: "Yuqin, don't worry, I just asked He Junming, he said that blind guy beat up Jiang Ren. Besides, she's a blind girl who looks so ugly, Jiang Ren wouldn't even look at her."

  Shen Yuqing's face looked much better now.

  Compared with the slightly cool autumn atmosphere outside, the small port city inside is much warmer.

  Meng Ting had never been to such a place.

  In her memory, she spent more time with Jiang Ren after her eyes got better. He always chased after her, never minding being rejected by her. In his past life, Jiang Ren wouldn't have forced her to come to Xiaogang City just to please her either.

  Soft yellow lighting layout, luxurious soft sofa.

  There are several game controllers on the table. A private room, microphone, red wine, billiards, everything is available.

  There were also dishes and pastries on the large table.

  A group of people ate their meal first.

  "Come on, Brother Nian, let's have a drink."

  Jiang Ren and he clinked glasses together.

  The dinner table was very lively, with Meng Ting and Zhao Nuan being the only ones who didn't fit in.

  Jiang Ren glanced at Meng Ting, who was eating with a small mouth. Although she looked uncomfortable, she sat very upright.

  Most of the girls on the table just said they were full after eating a little. She ate quietly, had a bowl while they were drinking, then put down her chopsticks and didn't say another word.

  There is something about her.

  Admired by many, yet also makes one want to destroy it.

  Jiang Ren smiled slightly: "Come play a game, loser will be punished."

  He opened his mouth and everyone agreed.

  A very simple game, counting one by one. When it's seven or a multiple of seven, clap your hands. This goes on very quickly.

  Jiang Nian glanced at Meng Ting, calculated her position, and reported a sixteen for herself.

  The boy behind clapped his hands in a hurry.

  When it was Meng Ting's turn, she should have been twenty-one. However, she didn't know that she also had to participate in this game. Jiang Ren lit a cigarette and leaned back on the backrest: "Top student, go get your punishment."

  Next to it is a large trunk.

  Meng said in a low voice: "I don't know I have to participate too." She hesitated, under everyone's gaze, and lightly clapped her hands. "Does this count?"

  The scene was quiet for a moment, and then He Junming burst out laughing: "I'm dead, my mom!" Who the hell clapped stupidly after several minutes.

  Shen Yuqing and the others couldn't stop laughing.

  Fang Tan looked at Jiang Ren, amidst the hazy smoke. Jiang Ren's eyes also sparkled with a hint of smile.

  "No way, go pick up the paper slip and accept your punishment, can you handle it?"

  Meng's face turned red, and she also realized half a beat later how ridiculous the applause was.

  She also saw that Jiang Ren was fooling her and didn't plan to let her off easily.

  She hesitated, but finally took out a note under their cheering.

  Meng Ting looked at the words above and was stunned for a while.

  The girl next to her rushed over and read out: "Make eye contact with a certain opposite sex in the audience for ten seconds."

  Everyone's heart is racing with excitement.

  Meng heard she was blind.

  This kind of ambiguous game is terrifying no matter who plays it.

  He Junming saw her face and didn't know where she was looking: "Damn it, don't come over!"

  Everyone laughed so hard their shoulders shook violently.

  Zhao Nuan's eyes turned red, and she could see that both she and Tingting were being humiliated. She gritted her teeth: "Don't bully people too much."

  Jiang Ren's gaze floated over lightly, and Zhao Nuanju was so startled that she hurriedly stopped speaking.

  Jiang Ren's hand rested on the sofa, his legs casually raised, as he pressed the cigarette into the ashtray: "Come over here, classmate. They're all afraid of you, so it's just me left."

  Meng Ting didn't know who pushed her, she turned around and several girls were covering their mouths laughing. Only Shen Yuqing's face didn't look too good.

  Meng Ting knew that if she couldn't let Jiang Ren forgive her today, she estimated that she wouldn't be able to go home.

  She walked slowly over and sat down beside him.

  Jiang Ren smelled that fragrance again.

  The pure and elegant after rain hits the lilac.

  She was a bit nervous, her voice soft and gentle through the countless noises outside: "My eyes aren't good, can I not take off my sunglasses?"

  He unexpectedly said something good.

  Then she put on a pair of glasses with shallow ink frames and a pair of dim eyes. Her lenses were close, and the shape of her eyes could be seen.

  How can I describe the feeling at that moment?

  As if the mountains are misty, after the rain clouds and smoke. Just glimpse its shape, you can see the vague beauty.

  Ten seconds was actually very difficult for Meng Ting, she was facing the light, and her eyes were slightly painful, with a hint of tears.

  After ten seconds passed, Meng listened to the wolf running away, and Zhao Nuanju was about to cry.

  He Junming drew near and asked in a low voice, "Nin Ge, what's the feeling? Is it scary?"

  Jiang Ren suddenly felt a bit annoyed and pushed him away: "Get out of here."

  He stood up and walked over a few steps: "Get up, I'll see you home."

  Don't cry, I'm not scolding you.

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

  Meng Ting didn't 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 didn't ask anything else.

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

  Meng Ting's attending physician was an acquaintance who had come 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 having nothing to do with it, and Sun Qiaoyu didn't 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 girl's 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 Meng's ten-year-old Shulan as he was.

  At that time, his parents had been divorced for a year. Shu's 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 hadn't changed his clothes in five days, and there was a stain on the collar.