At the turn of Jinlan

Fei Yingxing put his chin on his hands and smiled, pondered like he was on the fence, gave a long hum, and immediately cast his gaze in Meng Lian's direction, and said with a casual smile, "Z is big."

Looking at Fei Yingxing's eyes full of smiles, Meng Lian actually felt a little grateful deep in her heart.

"Damn! Isn't that very close to the Z drama..." Under everyone's ambiguous eyes, Wang Lie realized belatedly, "Tsk tsk tsk, three points, it seems that your purpose is not simple. .”

When Ye Zhi heard the words over there, he immediately wailed, "Fuck, then I'm going to be alumni with Feigou again."

As Z University is a prestigious university that can be ranked among the top three in the country, Ye Zhi has long made up his mind about Z University's recommendation quota.

Moreover, Z University is located in Z City, and it is almost the first choice for most outstanding students in real school.

"Hey, the class monitor is also the target of Z University, so you all want to go to Z University, so I started to be moved!" Zheng Qiuqiu glanced at Wang Siyi beside him, and sighed silently, "...but I want to go to Z University. You have to work harder."

"By the way, where's Little Liezi?" She said, turning her head and looking at Wang Lie.

"I..." Wang Lie was caught off guard by everyone's eyes, and unexpectedly scratched his face nervously.

"I actually want to be a teacher."

The black-skinned tough guy who was originally a strong man actually blushed inexplicably. Seeing that everyone looked at him in surprise, he quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, it's definitely not because there are many girls in the teacher's school that I want to go."

He paused and continued: "Actually, I want to teach after graduation."

"Do you want to be a physical education teacher?" Ye Zhi teased heartlessly.

Hearing this, Wang Lie immediately retorted: "Go away, little coconut juice, can you suffocate if you don't say a word? Of course you have to teach everything. Isn't this a lack of teacher resources in mountainous areas?"

Wang Lie and Ye Zhi were the same as usual, chattering persistently, just as they were chatting, the sky outside had completely darkened, and the lights inside the room were warm and yellow.

Before you know it, it's almost nine o'clock.

Several people put together the reports and went back to their respective rooms.

Meng Lian and Fei Yingxing sent them to the door, and when they returned to the room, there was a slight vibration in the room. It was Meng Lian's cell phone on the table that rang.

He picked it up and saw that it was a call from his assistant Yan Yan.

Usually, Yan Yan seldom contacted Meng Lian by phone. Generally, she would inform Meng Lian of any work through WeChat without disturbing Meng Lian's class or study.

But the incoming call at this time made Meng Lian's nerves tense. It seemed that something really urgent happened.

He picked up the phone, and as expected, Yan Yan's anxious voice came from the phone.

"Xiao Meng, I just received a call from the troupe, saying that Mr. Song passed out at home just now! Now he is receiving emergency treatment in the central hospital."

The sudden bad news of Yan Yan made Meng Lian stunned. He had no way of accepting the bad news from the bottom of his heart immediately. His arms were trembling almost imperceptibly, and he choked up for a long time, unable to say anything sound.

Fei Yingxing noticed that Meng Lian's expression was not right, he reached out his hand to grab Meng Lian's cold fingers, and asked aloud, "What's wrong?"

But Meng Lian didn't answer him. After a few seconds, after a brief silence, he tightly held the phone in his hand, as if he had used all his strength to suppress the excessively trembling voice.

"Master...he..." His voice suddenly seemed to be blocked, and he didn't have the courage to complete the next words.

"Don't worry, listen to me carefully. Now the hospital is calling and saying that it's a brain-induced fainting. Now Mr. Song's condition has stabilized and he's fine for the time being. He just woke up. So don't worry, I'm going to I'm on my way to Shansong Mountain, and I'll arrive in about an hour, so pack your things first, and follow me to the hospital later."

After hearing the words "no serious problem", Meng Lian's expression obviously receded from the tension just now, and slowly relaxed, but the gloom did not completely dissipate. "Well, I understand. Sister Yan, be careful on the road."

Seeing that Meng Lian hung up the phone, Fei Yingxing asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Meng Lian put down the phone, looked up at Fei Yingxing, and explained: "My master passed out suddenly, and he just woke up now, and he is fine for the time being. Sister Yan is on her way to Shansong Mountain. It looks like tomorrow's study I can't participate, I have to leave immediately and go to the hospital..."

When he was talking, Fei Yingxing's eyes kept looking at him. Before he finished speaking, Meng Lian felt his fingers were touched by a pair of warm palms.

"I'll go back with you."

Fei Yingxing's voice was very deep, and there was no overly deliberate worry in it, but Meng Lian's helpless heart fell to the ground in an instant.After he finished speaking, he got up and turned out his and Meng Lian's backpacks, and began to pack them in an orderly manner.

After a while, Meng Lian's cell phone vibrated again, it was a message from Wang Siyi and the others.

[Lianlian, what I saw on the news just now, is the old man alright? ]

A screenshot of the webpage news was sent under the message box.

The content on the picture is the news that Song Qiuting, the leader of the Song School in the opera world, has fallen ill.

The photos on the news were taken at the gate of the Central Hospital where Elder Song was.

After Meng Lian replied to people one by one, she clicked on the Weibo on her mobile phone that had not been used for hundreds of years, found the official blog of the studio, and found that the official document notice had been released.

In recent years, several national-treasure-level artists have fallen one after another in the opera world. Coupled with the decline of traditional art, the entire Liyuan has gradually fallen into a bleak situation with a thin population.

As for Mr. Song, as the most respected and well-known old artist in the opera world today, it is conceivable that he was admitted to the hospital due to a sudden illness, which has aroused the attention of all walks of life.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Yan Yan arrived at the hotel in Shansong Mountain.

After going back and forth, it was early morning when Meng Lian and the others finally arrived at the central hospital in the city.

Unexpectedly, even though it was already late at night, there were still many reporters from the literary and art media stationed in front of the emergency building relentlessly.

Seeing this, Yan Yan asked her assistant to park the car across the road.

Considering that Song Lao is in a hurry, Meng Lian and his studio must be busy. He is a stranger, so it is not good to go upstairs to disturb him. After the car stopped, Fei Yingxing said to Meng Lian: "I am in the car. Waiting for you, when you enter the building, be careful not to be bumped."

As he spoke, he took the coat that had been taken off beside Meng Lian, and under the cover of the coat, he gently squeezed Meng Lian's palm in a place out of sight.

Feeling the strength in the palm of her hand, Meng Lian raised her eyes and looked quietly at Fei Yingxing's eyes. There was a quiet and soft light in them, like a majestic mountain, steady and reliable.

Without the jacket used to keep out the cold on the mountain, Meng Lian was left with only a thin half-sleeved shirt. Fortunately, the temperature in the city had already entered summer, but the night wind was still chilly, making Meng Lian who had just got off the car covered with cold. Couldn't stop trembling for a moment.

Meng Lian's face was exhausted, and he was already haggard.

The messy soft hair was blown up by the breeze, revealing a white and upright face, a straight back, and slender legs, showing a handsome and elegant temperament from top to bottom.

Yan Yan led the way ahead, and just after crossing the road, sharp-eyed reporters spotted the two who were about to enter through the side door.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "It's Meng Lian! The young leader of the Song School." The reporters who had been squatting lifelessly at the entrance of the hospital suddenly swarmed towards the two of them like a tide.

Meng Lian, who became famous at a young age due to the background of Quyi Family, has experienced many such scenes before and after, but at this time, Meng Lian has no energy to cheer up to deal with the media that surrounds him.

Hearing noisy inquiries and the sound of flashing lights, he lowered his head and followed Yan Yan without saying a word, passing through the crowd.

However, the reporter who had been squatting for several hours would not let him go so easily. In the chaos, one hand grabbed Meng Lian's sleeve, which made Meng Lian pause and stop in place.

There was not much of the clarity in his eyes left before, and his eyes were full of tiredness, and he looked deeply at the person coming.

Different from other literary newspaper reporters, he was a young man with the appearance of an entertainment reporter. When he saw Meng Lian turning his head, he immediately seized the opportunity, moved his body closer, and then approached Meng Lian with the radio equipment in his hand, asking Meng Lian aggressively. In the future, do you have any plans to live in the entertainment industry like your elder brother?

The man spoke very fast, and the series of questions involved Meng Lian's elder brother, Meng Yuan, and had nothing to do with the current situation of the Song School. It seemed that this man came purely for Meng Lian.

Yan Yan was pushed to the other side by the crowd and couldn't move. She saw Meng Lian being restrained and surrounded, but she couldn't squeeze into the crowd no matter what.

The noisy questioning made the back of Meng Lian's head start to ache. His clothes were being dragged and he fell into a deadlock.

All of a sudden, Meng Lian felt his eyes darken, and the noisy voices instantly eased a lot, and a warm coat was covered lightly.

Immediately, his shoulders were embraced into a familiar and generous embrace, and Fei Yingxing's deep and calm voice came from beside his ear.

"Follow me and leave them alone."

With that said, Fei Yingxing held Meng Lian's shoulders, separated Meng Lian from the reporters around him with his tall body, and led them into the emergency building.

After entering the room, Fei Yingxing put away the overcoat covering Meng Lian, and walked to the inpatient department together with Meng Lian.

"Why are you here?" The building was brightly lit, and Meng Lian was still a little dizzy under the glaring light.

Seeing Meng Lian squinting uncomfortably, Fei Yingxing instinctively took Meng Lian's hand.

He replied, "You haven't been in a good state since just now. I was a little worried, so I followed."

Hearing this, Meng Lian raised her head to look at him, "What if I caught you just now?"

"Just shoot it, what are you afraid of, I'm not an insider."

Fei Yingxing smiled suddenly, with a hearty and indifferent look on his face.

Meng Lian followed Fei Yingxing and Yan Yan into the elevator all the way, and Fei Yingxing didn't let go of his hand until they reached Elder Song's ward.Standing at the door, he smiled at him and said, "Go in, I'll wait for you outside the door."

Unexpectedly, Song Qiuting was awake on the hospital bed at this time, he looked through the glass on the door of the ward, quietly looking at the precious disciple and the tall and handsome boy outside the door.

And their tightly clasped hands just now.

Song Qiuting didn't miss anything, and saw everything in his eyes.