At that time, teenagers of seventeen or eighteen years old probably liked such girls.

The hair will be permed into beautiful and delicate curls. When you tie it at school, the ends of the hair are erect and look mature and lively. They must like to laugh very much. They smile very well. They speak smoothly and have a gentle voice. They are beautiful and generous, but never show off.

I don't like pink that little girls would like.

I don’t play with pet-raising small game consoles that primary school students don’t play anymore.

Meng Yingning stood there for a while, staring at the trash can not far away, as if he was dazed.

Her vision was a little blurred. She raised her hand, wiped her eyes heavily with the back of her hand, and lowered her head.

It's really annoying.

Chen Wang is really annoying.

She couldn't help but sniff and turned to walk home.

Halfway through, Meng Yingning suddenly stopped.

She squatted on the ground, buried her head in her arms, and squatted for a while with her knees in her arms.

The courtyard was silent, and the lights of the house and who were next to it were on, the windows were wide open, and you could hear a little speech.

Meng Yingning stood up, turned around and walked to the trash can.

The small game console lies quietly in a pile of half-rotted vegetable leaves. In the dark, there is a dark red color, like a rose that has been broken.

She bent down, and half of her little head was almost reaching into the trash can. She reached out her hand and gently touched it with her fingertips.

Meng Yingning withdrew his hand, stood up and lowered his eyes, muttering in a low voice: "I don't want this."

Meng Yingning turned around and went home.

The lights in the living room of the house were on. Meng’s father and mother went out for dinner with their friends today. Before she came back, she kicked off her shoes, placed the key on the table, turned her head and opened the drawer of the TV cabinet.

Old solid wood made of ancient TV cabinets, and when the drawers are opened, there is a very light woody smell inside.

Meng Yingning searched through the inside, finally found a curling rod, tinkered with a bunch of things, and carried them into the bathroom.

She put a pile of things in her arms on the sink, lowered the toilet lid, and sat on it carefully looking at the pile of rags on the sink.

I picked up the curling rod first.

Meng Yingning hesitated for a moment, stood up and walked to the power supply, pulled the wire of the curling rod open, plugged it in, and recalled how Meng's mother used it.

She held the black plastic handle and pulled her hair with the other hand, pulled off the rubber band, pulled out a strand, and wrapped it slowly and clumsily on the metal oval rod.

The metal piece on the curling hair rod slowly heated up and boiled. Meng Yingning stopped and pinched her hair awkwardly and wrapped it to the end. She wanted to take her hair off the top, but she didn't know what she was thinking in her mind, and her fingertips firmly pinched the metal piece on the curling hair rod.

The burning pain suddenly came, Meng Yingning's hand shrank suddenly, and the curling rod fell down in response to the sound, falling on the tiled floor of the bathroom with a crisp sound.

She came to her senses and looked down. Her thumb and index fingers quickly turned red. The skin on her fingertips bulged and two small blisters burned out.

Meng Yingning had red eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

The fingertips were burning with fire, as if two clusters of flames were burning, trembling in pain.

...

"Isn't that curly wand broken later? I still remember that Aunt Meng pulled Yingning's ear and scolded her at the gate of the yard, which was surprising," Erpang smiled. "Our famously wanted to save face and scolded her in front of everyone. That time, she didn't even shed a single tear. Aunt Meng thought she was dissatisfied and was very angry."

I played mahjong until the evening. When I was hungry, a group of people were clamoring to eat some fresh food. Finally, I ran to the street stall to fry skewers.

After drinking and having enough food and chatting, I was basically acquainted with people since I was a child. There were too many dark history when I was a child, and I could talk about it all night long.

Erpang put the beer bottle on the small square table. He drank his face. At this moment, even his eyelids were red. He smiled and came over: "Fox, can you curl your hair now?"

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Meng Yingning felt a little sleepy and leaned in her seat, holding a skewer of honey toast slices in her hand and slowly ate it. Hearing this, he glanced at him and said in a slogan: "No."

Erpang smiled and said, "What kind of aesthetics do you girls have at that time? You even secretly curled your hair with your mother's curling stick. It looks so old, but you are so black and straight and beautiful."

Because of the day when eating and changing seats, Lin Jingnian is so annoyed him now. She only listened to this person pussy in his ears all day long. She sat next to her skewers and rolled her eyes: "You know, big waves were popular at that time, and all the little girls liked them."

Meng Yingning smiled and bit the toast slices, nodded like a chicken pecking at the rice: "Yes, it's popular."

Erpang recalled it hard, and when he thought, it seemed that this was true: "I remember that girls did have this hairstyle at that time. Now when I think about it, I feel old, but at that time, I really thought it looked pretty good."

Erpang pondered: "Boys also like it. If there is any girl in school, she thinks it is very mature and beautiful and fresh."

Meng Yingning was concentrating on eating toast slices without even raising her eyes.

Erpang suddenly became excited: "Especially Chen Wang, I like it very much. When he passed by, he had to look at people with a big wave, you know."

Erpang still remembers that he asked Chen Wang at that time: "What's wrong with this? Brother Wang, you like mature money. You're so fascinating to see?"

Chen Wang was quite calm at the time. He didn't know what he remembered, and even laughed: "Look at what's good for this broken head."

The feelings of a young man are always poetic, and he is arrogant. He never admits what he likes, and he understands it.

He was talking so hard that Meng Yingning ate even harder. He threw away the chisel of toast in his hand, reached out to grab a string, bit it, nodded, and sighed, "I know so much."-

On Lu Zhihuan's birthday, everyone was crazy to the early morning.

At two o'clock in the morning, Lu Zhizhou received a call from Erpang, his voice weak and he was still breathing heavily: "Zhizhou... Brother."

As soon as he screamed, there was a howling of ghosts and wolves on the other end: "Where are you when you miss you?!"

Lu Zhizhou was stunned: "What is this for?"

Erpang gritted his teeth and said, "Your brother is so fucking annoying. I have a heavy task here and I have to be too busy. Brother, have you slept? Can you come over and get him away if you haven't slept? Can you get up and get him away after sleeping? This is simply—"

Erpang's voice was interrupted by Lu Zhihuan's roar: "When you miss you, you are in the sky!!!"

Erpang: "My God, your mother! You fucking let go of me!"

Immediately afterwards, Lin Jingnian's voice also came from the phone: "Fox! Mom's big baby!"

Lu Zhizhou: "…"

When Lu Zhizhou arrived, it was already half an hour later. He found the box number and pushed the door open and went in.

The huge private room was filled with alcohol mixed with the smell of smoke, and the smoke was shrouded in the mist. There were songs in the singing machine, and the screen was very bright.

Lin Jingnian was standing on the stage with a wheat singing, screaming and singing, so excited that she broke the sound.

Lu Zhihuan and Meng Yingning leaned against each other, and they were about to sleep and shrank into the sofa next to the door. Meng Yingning's hand hit Lu Zhihuan's face and kicked her high heels aside.

Hearing the sound, she opened her eyes and saw Lu Zhizhou standing at the door.

Meng Yingning raised his hand and slapped Lu Zhihuan twice, which was particularly loud: "Lu Ergou, your father is here."

Lu Zhihuan did not respond.

Meng Yingning slapped him twice again, pulled his ear and repeated mysteriously: "Lu Ergou - your father is here-"

Lu Zhizhou: "…"

Lu Zhizhou sighed and turned his head to look at Erpang: "What kind of monster are you doing?"

Erpang was so tired that night. When he saw him and the gods descended to earth, "I drank four times and it was all like this. I am really convinced. Take your brother away quickly. This is so powerful that he is still scratching me. He is a woman."

Erpang pointed to Meng Yingning next to him and Lin Jingnian who was singing loudly, "I have two more here."

He pointed to the two people stacked horizontally on the sofa opposite: "There are two over there, I really can't do it anymore. I'm calling Brother Chen Wang to come."

Lu Zhizhou glanced at the red Daozi on Erpang's face and nodded sympathetically: "Okay, I'll bring two."

He walked to the sofa and leaned over to look at Meng Yingning: "Ningning, are you going home?"

Meng Yingning glanced at him coldly, and as if he didn't hear it, she turned her head again, pulled Lu Zhihuan's ear upwards, and then came to his ear and shouted loudly: "Ergou-Ergou!"

Lu Zhihuan frowned when he was shocked, and covered his ears so uncomfortable that he hummed.

"That's it, it's not easy for me to talk to her," Erpang was in tears. "I'm usually quite a good little girl, why are you rebellious when you're drunk?"

As he was talking, Chen Wang pushed the door and came in.

When he came in, Meng Yingning was still riding on Lu Zhihuan, pulling his ears out with both hands, pulling them out like a Dumboy.

Chen Wang: "..."

Chen Wang's face turned dark, he swept the whole box around, turned to look at Erpang: "How much did he drink this in the world?"

The two fat men were about to cry with joy: "Brother Chen Wang!"

Meng Yingning paused and turned her head slowly.

The little girl's face was flushed, she tilted her head and looked at him for two seconds.

Chen Wang didn't move.

Meng Yingning turned his head as if nothing had happened, continued to abuse Lu Zhihuan, slapped him on the forehead, and began to cry: "Wuwuwu Lu Ergou, you died so miserably."

Meng Yingning started role-playing, suddenly wiped her tears, and said slowly: "Don't worry, although you are a eunuch, I will buried you in the imperial tomb and allow you to enjoy royal treatment. When you were so loyal to Your Majesty during your lifetime, I will not treat you badly."

Meng Yingning thought carefully: "I will give you one to accompany you all the time."

“…”

Chen Wang was really convinced.

Chen Wang kicked the empty vodka bottle at his feet and walked over directly. Without saying a word, he took Meng Yingning and pulled her off Lu Zhihuan.

Meng Yingning refused to support herself, and struggled with her hands on the sofa.
To be continued...