At the turn of Jinlan

The call was made by the assistant of the troupe, and Yan Yan connected it. At that time, Meng Lian had just finished a performance and was taking off her makeup in the backstage dressing room. The whole dressing room was full of noise.

Compared to other inexperienced assistants, Yan Yan was quite calm. After finishing the call, she immediately booked a ticket back to City Z.

The studio had issued an obituary a few minutes earlier, and there were supposed to be three days left before the tour would officially end.

But now that earth-shaking events have happened to the Song School, coupled with the rules of Liyuan, it is impossible for Meng Lian to miss the funeral of the master because of the performance, so all the performances in the next three days can only be cancelled, and the process and method of refunding tickets are also Immediately follow up and announce in a few minutes.

Meng Lian listened stiffly to the uproar and sighs in his ears. The humming human voice made his brain ache. At some point, his hands were covered with cold sweat, but the voices in his ears disappeared. Nothing, the brief tinnitus made his face pale,

His whole body was as cold as if he had been locked in a freezer. It wasn't until there was a burst of warmth from his shoulders that Meng Lian returned to reality as if from a nightmare.

As soon as he turned his head, Yan Yan was standing beside him, and the warmth on his shoulders came from Yan Yan's palm.

She patted Meng Lian's shoulder reassuringly, and asked with some concern, "Are you okay?"

Meng Lian shook his head and rubbed the center of his brows with his hands, as if trying to cover his red eye sockets on purpose.He didn't answer Yan Yan's question, but asked in a cold voice: "Master, why did he leave so suddenly?"

His voice was full of sobs suppressed from crying, and he lowered his voice pretending to be strong, as if he wanted to hide all his emotions.

"You... you said that the master is slowly getting better, but you are actually lying to me?"

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head, and looked at Yan Yan questioningly with his eyes that were completely wet and red.

Yan Yan was rendered speechless by Meng Lian's heartbreaking gaze.

She didn't know how to answer such Meng Lian, that boy who was always gentle and polite, was overwhelmed by the sad news of his relative's death and faced an emotional breakdown.

She will never forget the look in Meng Lian's eyes at that time, all the disappointment and anger can't hide the grief and fragility inside, like a child who has been cruelly deceived and abandoned, it is heartbreaking to see.

Seeing Yan Yan's long silence, Meng Lian's drenched eyelashes flickered lightly, and tears fell faintly.

The big umbrella that protected his head, no matter the wind or the sun, was always tolerant and strong to cover his head, but it finally collapsed in the years of wind and rain, and the rain seemed to have finally waited for the opportunity, pouring It usually falls on Meng Lian's cheek.

Meng Lian didn't even realize that he was crying, as quietly as an autumn rain.

It wasn't until Yan Yan who was beside him handed over a tissue that he realized that at some point, tears were streaming down his face.

Meng Lian failed to see Song Qiuting for the last time.

The return flight usually takes three hours.

But Meng Lian felt that there was no longer a journey than this.

Everything was done step by step, leaving the airport, getting on the car, and returning to the city, Meng Lian even went into a trance for a moment in the car, as if the bad news a few hours ago was just a dream.And now he just ended this year's tour without any difference, and he is going back to meet the old man who is waiting for his return. Maybe they will have a chat about the interesting things in the tour, or just like usual The next game of chess...

It was already five o'clock in the morning of the next day, and the headache from the whole night finally subsided. Meng Lian was drowsy in the car, and in a daze, the car stopped, and Yan Yan in the front row turned her head He called softly towards him, and immediately seemed to notice that Meng Lian's face was getting paler, and asked subconsciously, "Xiao Lian, is there something wrong with you?"

Meng Lian only felt that his body was a little hot, but he didn't think much about it. He just shook his head towards Yan Yan as a natural reaction when he just woke up. Then he paused, lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I'm fine, Go ahead, Master is still waiting for us inside."

Song Qiuting lost his wife in his early years, and he has only one son, Song Yu, who is Meng Lian's master.Song Yu didn't have children, and the Song family once withered, and only then did Meng Lian join the school.

Now that Song Qiuting has passed away, a wreath has been placed at the gate of the Song family, and a simple mourning hall has been erected temporarily. The real funeral will be three days later, and people from the media, opera circles, and all walks of life will come to mourn and formally pay respects to Song Qiuting. Mr. Song sees him off.

In the small mourning hall in front of the Song family's gate, almost all the people around Mr. Song from the troupe.

Meng Lian's master, Song Yu, had just returned to his room to rest after guarding in front of the ice coffin all night.The arrival of Meng Lian made those tired-faced people in the mourning hall raise their heads, and Meng Lian walked in front of his master under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

The old man looked peaceful, as if he had fallen asleep.

Meng Lian stood in front of the ice coffin, his eyes were downcast, his expression was lonely and stunned, his complexion was as white as white paper after staying up all night, if Song Qiuting could still see it, he would ask with distress and reproach, "Xiao Lian, what are you doing?" lost so much weight?"

He didn't cry, but stood alone in front of the coffin for a long time. It wasn't until Yan Yan came over to hold his hand that Meng Lian's body struggled as if it had come to life.

"Xiao Lian, it's time for you to go to rest. There are adults watching over here. I'll take you back to sleep first. You don't have to worry about the rest, you know?"

Yan Yan persuaded softly, but her hands were strong enough. She patted Meng Lian on the shoulder, and she didn't give up until she saw that Meng Lian promised to go home and rest obediently.

The news of Song Qiuting's death due to illness, the opera master, Fei Yingxing learned about it on the news early the next morning.

He immediately called Meng Lian, but the other end didn't answer for a long time. Fei Yingxing's heart shuddered, and the usually calm person suddenly panicked in an instant.

Five minutes passed without waiting for Meng Lian's call back. Fei Yingxing was fidgeting and couldn't wait any longer. He didn't eat breakfast, so he put on his coat and went downstairs without saying a word, and drove to Meng Lian's house.

It was already seven o'clock in the morning when Meng Lian returned home. The two old men of the Meng family received a message from Assistant Yan early in the morning and learned what had happened.

At this moment, I saw Meng Lian returning home exhausted. I haven't seen him for several months. I didn't expect my precious grandson to lose so much weight. His face was originally only the size of a palm, but now his chin is thin and pointed. Looking at this pitiful appearance, the second elder Feeling very distressed, Grandma Meng hurried to the kitchen to fill a bowl of red bean, barley and lotus seed soup stewed last night, and let Meng Lian drink it to warm her stomach.

And the grandma stood by, her eyes filled with distress, and she asked warmly: "Xiao Lian, you must be tired, drink the soup and hurry up to catch up on sleep."

With a big mouthful of soup in his mouth, Meng Lian's cheeks were bulging, and he had no room to answer, so he could only nod to his grandma, and after swallowing a mouthful of hot soup, he answered in a soft voice.

The heating in the room is very strong, making people drowsy and drowsy. Looking at the familiar and warm living room, there are relatives nagging in their ears, and the slightly sweet aroma of red bean soup on the tip of their noses, which makes Meng Lian feel like coming home .

Everything tastes like home, but it still seems to be missing something. Meng Lian thought for a while, probably the person with the handsome and dazzling smile, and then remembered that he hadn't had time to listen to that person's voice until now. .

When Meng Lian woke up again, her whole body was warm, and there were waves of steady heartbeats in her ears. A pair of strong arms were wrapped around her waist, and the back waist in her pajamas was gently caressed by a big warm palm. Touching her, Meng Lian realized that she was sleeping in the other's arms.

Meng Lian raised her head in a daze, and as expected, she saw an overly handsome face, so familiar that it was nostalgic.Fei Yingxing's demeanor seemed to be a little more mature, compared to when the two first met, he seemed to have completely lost his youthful demeanor, and gradually grew into a man with a deep and tough face.

At this time, Fei Yingxing was closing his eyes, as if he was asleep, but his body was still holding Meng Lian domineeringly.

Whether it's just waking up or for some other reason, Meng Lian looked up at Fei Yingxing in a daze, not realizing that there was something wrong with Fei Yingxing appearing on his bed at this time.

Until a person pretending to be asleep quietly opened one eye and found that the person in his arms was staring at him in a trance, Fei Yingxing's heart softened, and he bent down to kiss Meng Lian's beautiful eyelashes.

We haven't seen each other for three months. Fei Yingxing didn't expect that compared to the video, Meng Lian really lost a lot of weight.

The spine under the palm was almost distinct. Thinking of this, he retracted his arms and hugged Meng Lian into his arms again, as if he wanted to embed Meng Lian into his body. The two limbs were intertwined, Fei Yingxing She arched her back and pressed her chin to the top of Meng Lian's head.

He asked in a deep voice, "Do you miss me?"

Hearing the sound, the person in his arms was silent for a long time before he muffled a word: "Think."

Meng Lian's voice was very low, buzzing in Fei Yingxing's chest, but Fei Yingxing could still hear the forcibly suppressed cries inside.

Because the fabric on his chest was wet.

"Don't cry."

Fei Yingxing stepped back, holding Meng Lian's wet cheek lightly, this was the first time he saw Meng Lian cry.

Although Meng Lian has a gentle personality, he is a very strong person in his bones.

Fei Yingxing looked at Meng Lian in front of him, and realized that Meng Lian's eyes would turn red when he was sad and crying, his eyelashes drooped wetly, and even the tip of his nose turned red. He looked beautiful and pitiful.

Fei Yingxing's heart was sore and soft, he couldn't hold it back, he bent down and kissed away the tears on Meng Lian's cheeks one by one, he raised his head to look deeply at Meng Lian, and coaxed softly: "Don't cry, Mr. Song You must be so sad."

Song Qiuting's death was too heavy for Meng Lian.

This was the first time Meng Lian experienced the death of a close relative.The grief of these days made him, who was still young, suddenly plunged into a sudden fear and anxiety.

He realizes that the people he loves the most will always leave him with the passage of time.

Meng Lian knew that she shouldn't cry like a child, but maybe it was because she had suppressed it for too long, or it was just because in front of Fei Yingxing, no matter how Meng Lian forced herself to stop this shameful behavior, her body was still shaking. He didn't obey orders at all, and even sobbed harder.

"I...didn't expect...Master, he would leave...so suddenly."

Meng Lian's voice was intermittent, and Fei Yingxing felt helpless and distressed when he heard it. Looking at the pillow in front of him that was already wet with tears, Fei Yingxing quietly clasped Meng Lian's hand under the quilt, and shook hands with him.

Fei Yingxing lowered his eyes, looked at Meng Lian's red nose, and coaxed him patiently: "They will always go before us."

"That's why I came to you." He said, his voice was low and distant, "Don't be afraid, because I can accompany you and grow old together."