After Meng Ting returned home, Shu Yang sat on the sofa watching the football.

"Where is Shulan?"

Shu Yang turned around, and a hint of surprise appeared on his cold face. In fact, he also discovered recently that Meng Ting's attitude towards Shu Lan gradually changed. She used to treat Shu Lan very well and also called Xiaolan with her father, but recently Meng Ting and Shu Lan kept a distance, as if they had seen a stranger.

Shu Yang replied lightly: "In the room."

Meng Ting pursed her lips. She did not go to Shu Lan first, but went back to her room to take out the box.

As soon as she opened it, she found that the box was chaotic.

The ballet skirt was crumpled into a ball, and the little gold medal disappeared. Meng Ting moved the wrinkled skirt away, and the white colored feathered skirt disappeared.

Shu Lan has a good vision.

In her box, the white colorful feathered skirt is the most precious.

It was a skirt that my mother spent half a year making. Zeng Yujie looked good but had a bad background. She was born in a small village. Meng heard that her grandparents taught in a small village, but Zeng Yujie loved 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 did not live well after leaving her hometown and worked as a female worker in a textile factory. Later, the man abandoned her and she was pregnant with Meng Ting. She was a strong woman. She never thought of committing suicide, but instead wanted to raise her daughter well.

When Meng Ting was ten years old, she made this skirt with her own hands.

Zeng Yujie was skillful in her hands. In that era, many rich wives were proud to be able to wear the clothes she made. Later, she stopped making clothes, just as she heard from Meng that she no longer loved that man.

The last piece of clothing Zeng Yujie made was this white colored feather long skirt.

She devoted all her motherly love, embroidered the colorful feathers with needle and thread, and walked around the white skirt, and the beauty was filled with radiance.

It was a skirt that was in the Republic of China style.

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

Zeng Yujie loved Meng Ting. Her daughter was an angel gifted by God. She made her a dress for her when she grew up. It was originally an adult gift for Meng Ting, but when Zeng Yujie died, Meng Ting pressed it at the bottom of the box until the fire in her previous life.

Not only did it burn the skirt, but it also ruined Meng Ting's face.

Meng Ting closed the box and got up to knock on Shulan's door.

Shu Lan opened the door and saw that it was her, and she looked away uneasy: "Sister."

Meng Ting stretched out his hand: "My skirt and gold medal."

Shu Lan widened her eyes: "Sister, how can you wrongly accuse me? Although you are my sister, I will be angry if I do this."

Meng Ting looked at her.

The girl in front of her was seventeen years old, as old as her, only one month younger than herself.

Meng Ting once treated her well for the rest of her life and tried her best to protect her. If it weren't for saving Shu Lan, she wouldn't have been disfigured in her previous life. Shu Lan was very good at pleasing people. When Meng Ting lost her mother, Shu's father was stupid and didn't know how to comfort her. And Shu Yang didn't need to say that Shu Yang was only Shu Lan whispering sweet sister.

She said: "We will always be relatives of my sister."

Meng didn't hear her clearly, so he treated her well for the rest of his life.

But she will never care about Shulan again in her life.

Meng Ting's eyes were quiet: "You like Jiang Ren, so you won my gold medal to please him."

Shu Lan was angry and embarrassed: "What are you talking nonsense!"

"But my skirt is a relic left to me by my mother. There is also the last photo of me and her in the gold medal. Just give you the past things, but you can't take those two."

Shu Lan didn't expect that Meng Ting, who has always been soft-hearted, was so serious this time.

She was also angry and admitted: "What's wrong with me going to someone else's birthday party to borrow your skirt? If I had a good-looking skirt, would I like your things? It's not because of your eyes that our family is so poor. My father's salary is not low, but it's all for you to pay off your debt!"

Meng Ting clenched his fists, and after a while she let out a sigh of relief.

"Shulan."

Shu Lan looked at her and felt a little uneasy. Meng Ting was still the clean and gentle Meng Ting, but some things were different.

"I remember everything I owe Shu's father. But I don't owe you anything. I gave you almost everything I had before."

Meng Ting knew about piano, and Shu Lan also clamored to learn it. However, she had a low understanding and only studied for two years and learned some basics. Meng Ting knew that her family was in a difficult situation and never learned piano again. At that time, her mother was still alive, but her family could only bear the cost of studying for one child.

Meng Ting can dance, many kinds of dances.

Shu Lan also wanted to learn. In order to give her such an opportunity, Meng Ting gave up learning with the teacher, but instead groped for practice.

However, Shu Lan was still not good at it. Her body was not soft and could not stand the pain of pulling ligaments. After studying for a month, she gave up.

Meng heard: "If you can't return my stuff, I will go to Jiang Ren to ask for it myself."

Shulan has never seen Meng Ting like this?

She was also angry: "You go and ask me, just tell my dad. How did you make his biological daughter happy?" Shu Lan closed the door after saying that. Anyway, she couldn't get the gold medal back. She actually didn't know that there was a photo behind it. It was rumored in the class at that time. Although their group of people were foolish on Tuesday, they were all rich second-generations, and Shu Lan wanted to be invited.

So she threw Meng Ting's gold medal from the upstairs.

He Junming really remembered her.

Shu Lan blushed and said that it was the prize she won for dancing. He Junming picked it up and saw the photo of it falling out.

He was stunned for a few seconds, then whistled and asked the person in Shulan's photo: "Who is she?"

Shu Lan's face turned pale, and she had to reluctantly smile: "A little star I liked a few years ago has long since left the circle."

He Junming was a little disappointed: "It's pretty, give it to me. Please come and play tomorrow night."

Shu Lan's eyes lit up and she immediately said yes.

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

Anyway, Meng Ting doesn’t wear it, so what’s wrong with wearing it for her!

Shu Lan was so excited when she thought of the eyes of others when she went to He Junming's birthday party tomorrow. If Jiang Ren was interested in her...

She didn't believe that Meng Ting really wanted it. After all, Meng Ting was very well-behaved since she was a child, with almost no thorns, and only soft and well-behaved. If her father might be sad, Meng Ting would never make the sisters disagree.

When Meng Ting went to school the next day, Shu Lan still didn't take the things back, so she knew she could only ask for them.

She will no longer give in to Shu Lan unconditionally.

The photo is also a relic of my mother, and it cannot be regarded as something He Junming and the others are playing and teasing.

It was already 5:30 pm when No. 7 Middle School was over.

Meng Ting packed up his schoolbag and said to Zhao Nuancheng: "You go home first."

"Let's hear you?"

"I have something to do."

Zhao Nuancheng was not very careful: "Okay, then see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

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

However, when she arrived at Shulan's classroom, the girl in Shulan's front row holding a small mirror looked at her curiously: "Shulan, she has left long ago. Today is He Junming's birthday in Class 12. She didn't take Lao Zhang's class, so she went straight."

Meng Ting frowned. She didn't expect that all the people skipped class directly: "Thank you, do you know where He Junming's birthday party is?"

The girl thought Meng Ting's voice was soft and nice, so she told her: "On An Haiting."

Meng Ting was a little embarrassed.

However, when she thought of Shu Lan's personality and her skirt might be damaged, she finally took the bus to Anhaiting.

She knew An Haiting.

This is the most expensive part of the city. It is backed by the sea, with restaurants, Internet cafes, and ktv.

That's all the real estate of Jiangjia Junyang Group.

The school hours are also the peak hours.

Meng heard that he got off the bus and it was a little dark.

It was dark early in winter, and it was already in ink at this moment.

Meng Ting walked into the gate of Anhaiting. The front desk was a man and a woman. He had a good attitude: "Who are you?"

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

Meng Ting was a little nervous: "Can I come to find my sister?"

The female front desk laughed: "Classmate, you can't be put up without invitation."

Meng Ting was stunned. The singing of someone coming from the building was heard, which was a ghost crying and howling. She knew that the party was very lively. In this case, Shu Lan would not cause trouble, so she would not be Shu Lan.

Meng Ting didn't go to cure her after her, her skirt could not be ruined.

"So too..." She lies for a rare moment, her cheeks were red, "He, He Junming's friend. I'm late."

The female front desk laughed: "Little sister, it's not right to lie."

Her eyes were looked at Meng Ting's lens, and the man also looked a little disdainful at the front desk.

It is obvious that Meng Ting is a lie.
To be continued...