At the turn of Jinlan

At the end of August, the torrential rain fell.

The whole city of Z seemed to be covered in a layer of mist, hot and humid.

A few days ago, Meng Lian set off for H City in the north, and Shizhong also started a new semester a week later.

The classrooms are full of familiar faces who have been studying together for two years, but the excitement and laughter of the past are gone.

The empty classroom was only half full. Fei Yingxing looked at the empty seat beside him, rested his chin in boredom, and looked up at the gloomy sky outside the window.

Without He Yinhang, Ye Zhi has nothing to do between classes every day, so he gathers around Fei Yingxing, who is also a loner, and chats with others.

Fei Yingxing was annoyed enough by him, every time at this time, he would let Wang Lie and Zheng Qiuqiu in the front seat deal with this little ancestor.

Day after day is boring and complicated textbook review. There is no new content in the third year of high school, and the daily homework is test papers and endorsements.

In these days without Meng Lian, apart from going out to play with Wang Lie on weekends, Fei Yingxing is devoted to studying.

This year's sports meeting is a battlefield for senior one and senior two.

At this time, Jin Guizhengxiang, listening to the youthful shouts outside the window, the young and enthusiastic broadcasts and declarations, are those timid and brave throbbing and publicity at the beginning of love.

The teacher was grading papers on the podium, Fei Yingxing somehow remembered something from the past, but he showed a nostalgic look, and let out a deep, muffled laugh.

At this time, a basketball game was being held, and Wang Lie was restless in the front seat, excitedly looking out of the window from time to time.

Fei Yingxing poked him on the back with a pen, raised his chin and pointed out the window, and said in a low voice, "Why, want to go down?"

Wang Lie turned around and said with a smile: "Senior year is too miserable, I don't even let you watch the basketball game... I suddenly remembered our game last year."

He patted Fei Yingxing on the shoulder, "Last year's basketball game was a glorious moment in my life. It was the first time that so many girls came to watch me play!"

The deskmate Zheng Qiuqiu quietly listened to the conversation between the two, and as soon as he couldn't hold back, he began to complain quietly in his heart.

Straight men are good at this, they feel extremely good about themselves, and they are never troubled by inferiority complex.

So Wang Lie has not figured out until now, why so many female students came at that time.

Fei Yingxing and Wang Lie were still deserting quietly, when the mathematics teacher on the podium in front turned around, looked in the direction of several people, and said sharply, "Wang Lie, why are you so happy?"

After being called, Wang Lie immediately put on an innocent look, and said nonsense, "I didn't understand the question just now, so I asked someone to ask."

This kind of pretentious tone is no surprise to any teacher, and it doesn't follow his way at all, "Ask a question, laughing so happily."

"I'm not..."

"Don't argue with me, anyway, if you don't want to attend the class, just stand on the corridor for me."

Upon hearing this, Wang Lie immediately got up with a crying face and left the classroom.

Seeing that Wang Lie was relieved, Fei Yingxing also stood up very consciously, turned around and wanted to go out, but he was stopped by the math teacher after walking a few steps, "What are you doing, Fei Yingxing, where are you going?"

Fei Yingxing pointed out the door, shrugged indifferently, and said with a smile: "Punishment to stand."

He paused, and then explained: "I was the one who talked to Wang Lie first, and it's actually none of his business."

To tell the truth, because of Fei Yingxing's background, the teachers in Shizhong all had nothing to do with Fei Yingxing.

Seeing that Fei Yingxing said it was for the sake of it, the teacher had no choice but to wave his hand lazily.

At this time, Wang Lie was lying on the guard platform in the corridor, looking at the colorful flags flying in the playground and the crowds passing by. When he saw Fei Yingxing coming out, he was moved and said, "Old Fei, I know you are the most loyal." , and took the initiative to accompany my brother out to suffer.”

Fei Yingxing smiled, and said affectionately: "It's not because I'm afraid that you will be too lonely by yourself."

Wang Lie felt goosebumps all over his body, and joked, "Tsk tsk tsk, save this for Meng Lian tonight."

At this moment, Fei Yingxing's phone vibrated in his pocket, and he took it out to see that it happened to be a message from Meng Lian.

No text, just a picture.

It looked like it was in the entrance hall of a certain theater, where exquisitely designed congratulatory flower baskets were displayed one by one. Meng Lian was standing among the colorful flowers, with crooked smiling eyes, and almost all the people taking pictures with him were women. The young, the old, and even the gray-haired old lady surrounded Meng Lian in the middle like stars.

Wang Lie, who was at the side, saw the senior officer beside him looking at the phone screen tenderly, smiling so sweetly, he immediately had a guess in his heart, and he asked, "A message from Meng Lian?"

"En." Fei Yingxing lowered his head and hummed in a low voice. He leaned casually on the window sill, but replied to the message with focused eyes.

Wang Lie: "I haven't seen you for almost a month. I must be thinking about it."

After Fei Yingxing finished sending the message, he locked the screen of the phone, put it in his pocket casually, raised his head and glanced at Wang Lie who was beside him, and sighed, "I can't sleep, does insomnia count every day?"

Wang Lie looked sympathetically at someone who was tortured by a long-distance relationship, and for the first time sighed the beauty of being single.

During the class break, Zheng Qiuqiu finished writing the wrong question book, and was just about to take out his mobile phone to fiddle with it a few times, when he realized that for some reason, the girls in the class were very noisy.

Nowadays, the art and sports students are all wandering outside, and if there is any interesting gossip in the class, it all depends on the group chat.

I don't know who threw a link into the girls group, Zheng Qiuqiu opened it curiously, and found that it was a Weibo page called "Z City Street Shooting".

Zheng Qiuqiu saw two familiar faces in the photo at a glance. Colonel Fei Dacao's handsome face full of flamboyant smiles was too easy to distinguish. Although the boy beside him was wearing a mask, as a close friend of the two, Zheng Qiuqiu, Just from the pair of exposed eyes and the upright posture, he immediately recognized - it was Meng Lian.

From the background, the location is probably in Taikoo Li, City Z. This Weibo was posted a few days ago, but the popularity has not subsided at this time, because it is a coincidence that this Weibo was blocked by a The amateur handsome guy's bot was reposted, and the number of comments and reposts suddenly increased a lot.

Zheng Qiuqiu glanced at the photo in a hurry, and immediately looked through the comments. Seeing that the hot comments were all asking for the portal of the master and the contact information of the commander-in-chief, and when there was no mention of their sexuality at all, she was heartbroken. It's a fall.

However, there were still sharp-eyed people who noticed something wrong with the handsome guy on the left looking at the masked boy on the right. He didn't seem to be looking at a friend, but rather a lover.

Although this comment has a surprisingly high number of likes, it is unfounded, and most of the following comments are half-joking.

In the comments, in addition to passers-by who simply watched the excitement, there were also many real students, with a bit of insider pride, in a certain article about "this kind of handsome comparison, let our school be sure that the school will start in three years." I didn’t run away.” Under the comments, the son followed up: “It’s indeed a school grass, but it’s our real school grass.”

When Zheng Qiuqiu saw this, he was about to turn around to let the parties take a look. He saw that one of the parties had just returned from the dingy punishment station in the corridor, and was lying lazily on the table at this moment, fiddle with the mobile phone in his hand.

Seeing this, Zheng Qiuqiu couldn't hold back, and looked closely, only to find that Fei Yingxing's phone screen was also on the same page, and at this moment, he was smearing the comments that praised Meng Lian's mask must be Zhang Shenyan one by one. Liked it.

Zheng Qiuqiu: "..."

In the evening, Meng Lian returned to the hotel early after the performance.

There were less than two months left before the art exam. Apart from touring, Meng Lian also had to review cultural lessons and prepare for the art exam. One could imagine the pressure on her body.

Assistant Yan said that he had lost a lot of weight recently, but Meng Lian himself didn't think so.

However, his health is really not very good recently. Ever since his master fell ill and was hospitalized, whether it was because of being too busy or for some other reason, the back of his head was always aching every three days.

After taking painkillers, I felt much better, but the pain got worse as soon as I stopped taking the medicine.

Meng Lian didn't tell anyone else about it, including Yan Yan. She's too busy with performances recently, if she goes to the hospital, her day's schedule will be lost.

After the performances on weekday evenings, Meng Lian would usually call his master.

The old man lived in the hospital recently. He had nothing to do during the day, so he went to play chess with his fellow patients in the small garden of the hospital. Before going to bed at night, he had to chat with his baby grandson for a while before he would sleep peacefully.

According to Meng Lian's master Song Yu's words, Mr. Song is becoming more and more like a child.

This day, Meng Lian had just returned to the hotel to change, when the old man called.

As soon as he picked up the phone, Elder Song's voice came from inside, "Xiao Lian, are you back in the hotel?"

Meng Lian's voice was a little tired, but it seemed very well-behaved in a clear and soft voice, "Well, I've already returned to my room. Master, are you still awake at this hour?"

"I'm waiting for you to call me, an old man. After talking to you, I'll go to bed. By the way, there are two months left before the Z drama exam. You can practice when you have free time."

"When the time comes, your master and I will be the judges, and we won't let Xiaolian down." Song Qiuting said this, but he was very proud in his heart. No one could understand their Xiaolian's ability better than him. , It is definitely no problem to take the Z drama test.

Song has long passed the age of retirement, but he has never quit his job as a judge for the Z opera art examination, so that he can watch Meng Lian enter the university with his own eyes.

Meng Lian smiled and said softly, "Well, I understand."

"Today I saw the photo sent by Assistant Yan. Why did I lose so much weight all at once? Don't tire yourself out. If you can't finish your homework, do it on the rest day. Don't stay up late, go to bed early. Your master and I are getting old too. In the future I can't watch over you every day, my body is my own, you know?" The old man painstakingly told him that he was the one who hated Meng Lian suffering the most.

Meng Lian: "Understood, don't think too much, I will return to City Z when the tour is over next month, and I will come to see you every day."

The grandfather and grandson chatted for a while as usual before ending the call.

Meng Lian didn't understand at that time, don't make a promise to the old man lightly, maybe it will become a permanent regret if you are not careful.

At that time, he was still living in the lies of the people around him. It seemed that everyone told him that your master was fine, that he was out of danger, and was getting better day by day.

But these white lies will one day be pierced by a sharp knife called death.

What Meng Lian didn't expect was that when he returned to Z city again, it wasn't because of acting, but because of a sudden funeral.