At the turn of Jinlan

Song Qiuting's funeral was on the first weekend in early December.

The farewell party was held in the old Chinese opera auditorium in Z City.

After the completion of the new National Theater, the former National Theater in the south of the city was basically suspended.

But this theater carries the memory of Song Qiuting for most of his life, and his funeral was chosen in this place that he once called "the stage of his life" with a smile.

In order to prepare for Song Lao's funeral, Meng Lian didn't sleep a wink all night.

When it was almost dawn, he took a nap on the seat behind the auditorium while he was free, and when he got up, he quietly took some painkillers and antipyretics with a bottle of mineral water handed over by his assistant.

At this time, Meng Lian was standing beside his master Song Yu in a black suit. Apart from the media, most of the people attending the farewell party were old and important artists in the opera world.

They were wearing plain clothes with a snow-white paper flower on their chest.The old people looked up at a black and white photo hanging on the stage, which was Song Qiuting's appearance before he was alive.

The figure is like green bamboo, straight and elegant.

When entering the arena, many old friends of Mr. Song saw Meng Lian standing with Song Yu at the door.

As a descendant of the Song School, although he is not the biological son of the Song family, Meng Lian's body and demeanor are almost exactly the same as Song Qiuting's when he was young, as if carved out of the same mold, even the tone and expression of his speech are different. Seven or eight points similar, can not help but make people sigh.

Before the farewell party began, a video was played, which was the video data of several famous pieces left by Mr. Song. After the broadcast of these old CDs, they will be donated to the art museum in the province. to save.

Afterwards, Meng Lian followed behind his master Song Yu during the speeches and flowers and the media time. He was exceptionally silent today. He was wearing a neat suit with a snow-white marigold pinned to his chest. There is a bit of nobility and aloofness that only comes from a Liyuan family.

Maybe laymen don't know it, but there are almost no young people in the opera industry who don't know Meng Lian.Even if you haven't seen it with your own eyes, you must have heard of Meng Lian's name behind your back.

As a traditional art, the world of opera, that is, Liyuan, is a place that pays attention to its origin.

Nowadays, learning opera is not like before. Most of them are sent to special opera schools by their families from the age of three or four to practice basic skills. class university.

To put it bluntly, people tend to call this kind of academic background and academic school.

There is also a group of people who become monks halfway and have no chance to go to a special opera school, so they have to do odd jobs in various theater troupes to learn skills.

And like Meng Lian, because of his excellent talent, he joined the sect's sect when he was young, and there are very few opera actors who have been personally taught by a master like Song Qiuting.

Born in a Liyuan family, and young enough to be a star, these backgrounds are enough to make people of the same age look up to and envy, so that Meng Lian has a nickname among young people who are also in the opera world.

Those of the same age who were acquainted with Meng Lian jokingly called Meng Lian "Young Master Meng" in private, and for some reason, it spread among young people.

A lot of media came today, and the media time was extended from the originally planned one hour to two and a half hours. The range of questions ranged from the development direction of the Song School to Meng Lian's next art exam and ideal university.

After a few hours of the farewell party, Meng Lian finally had time to go backstage to rest for a while.

When Assistant Yan finished the work at hand, Meng Lian secretly thought about whether to go back to school early. He was originally scheduled to return to school tomorrow, but he really wanted to meet that person and give him a surprise.

But I don't know if it's because she didn't sleep all night and didn't get enough rest in the past few days. As soon as she was free, Meng Lian felt a headache again.

The dull pain made Meng Lian frown, and he subconsciously reached into his trouser pocket, which was empty, without the usual painkillers.

He looked down, only to realize that he was still wearing the trousers he had attended the farewell party, and the pills had been packed in his trouser pocket when he came.

Meng Lian subconsciously rubbed the back of her neck, turned her head to the little assistant beside her and said, "I'll go to the car to rest for a while, and if Assistant Yan asks, let her call me."

After saying this, Meng Lian took the car keys and went to the parking lot behind the national drama.

The clothes were put on the back seat, and he dug out the painkillers he used recently from his trouser pocket, and took another one with the mineral water in the car.

It was just winter, and the temperature in City Z had already dropped below zero. Meng Lian was wearing a thin suit. Although the air conditioner had just been turned on in the car, it was so cold that his fingertips were trembling.

With the thick coat he wore when he came here, Meng Lian was thinking about putting it on for a nap when he suddenly felt a heat on the tip of his nose, followed by a moist itching that made his whole body eat.

He lowered his head along the trend, only to see a few drops of bright red blood falling on the marigold pinned to his chest. Red, Meng Lian was stunned for a long time, until the white shirt kept dripping with blood, he belatedly wiped the tip of his nose with the back of his hand.

The blood on the back of his hand made Meng Lian's eyes dizzy. He pulled out a few pieces of tissue paper, wiped the blood away, and then curled up his long legs and lay flat on the back seat.

There was still a dull pain from the back of the neck to the back of the head, but Meng Lian no longer had the heart to pay attention to the pain on his body. Now he only felt cold all over his body, and he felt drowsy and drowsy.

Meng Lian didn't know when she fell asleep, but she only remembered hearing Yan Yan's exclamation in a daze, followed by the cold touch of a wet tissue wipe on her cheeks, and the tip of her nose smelled strongly of blood, mixed with the wet tissue The industrial floral scent on the glass is almost nauseating.

When he woke up again, he had already been sent to the hospital.

And the red-dyed marigold was placed on the head of the bed along with the blood-stained shirt.

Meng Lian suddenly remembered something, and tried to raise his hand to probe the tip of his nose, only to find that there was an infusion tube inserted into his right hand and he couldn't move.

He turned his head to look out the window, it was already dark outside, he had planned to go to school in the afternoon, but he had no choice but to let it go.

There was only one hospital bed in the room, and it was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop. There was a little conversation outside the door, and Meng Lian knew that it was her mother and brother who had come by listening carefully.

Together with the two old ladies, the whole Meng family was standing outside the ward.

The doctor handed a medical condition notice to Meng Lian's mother, Xu Jinyi, and explained: "When it was delivered in the afternoon, I did a blood test and found that there was inflammation in the patient's body. Afterwards, I did a screening test. Now it can basically be determined that the patient is Symptoms of lymphoma."

This plain announcement was like a heavy hammer, and the hearts of the Meng family were smashed into pieces with one blow.

Such a tragic scene, for doctors who have been working in the oncology department all year round, is no surprise, and it is enough to deal with it numbly.

"The tumor was located behind the patient's right ear and near the back of the neck. At the beginning, the compression of the blood vessels might cause the patient to have headache and dizziness. At this time, he should have paid more attention to it. Now the tumor has continued to grow, and it has already compressed the nasal cavity. If it is controlled, it will develop into nasal cavity lesions."

The female doctor's voice was very soft, but Meng Lian who was across the door could still hear it clearly.

After hearing the news that her youngest son was seriously ill, Meng Lian's mother, Xu Jinyi, was still calm, but Grandma Meng's eyes were already red with anxiety.

Xu Jinyi looked down at the report and was silent for a long time before raising his head and asking, "Doctor Wang, can this disease be cured by surgery?"

As she spoke, her whole body paused as she suppressed her choked sobs, "Or...if the operation can't be cured...will he be in great pain in the later stage?"

Dr. Wang looked at the beautiful woman in front of him who was pretending to be calm, but his eyes softened. As a mother, she could feel the grief under Xu Jinyi's calm expression.

She slowed down, and comforted: "If it is benign, it can be removed. The test report has not yet come out. However, the tumor is expanding at a relatively fast speed. If there is no drug intervention, it may cause partial deformation of the body. This boy I may not be able to keep my right cheek."

Although Dr. Wang stated a fact, there was a bit of regret in his tone.

When she was called to the emergency department during the day, she met Meng Lian, a child with the most beautiful facial features.

Like a star from somewhere.

It's not good-looking that stays on the surface, but a good-looking appearance born from the bones.

During the lunch break, I accidentally chatted with the nurses in the office about this child, but I didn't expect him to be a celebrity.

As a result, when the family members arrived in the afternoon, the department exploded. Even a middle-aged doctor like Dr. Wang recognized Meng Yuan who came with Meng Lian's mother.

Meng Yuan's face is so recognizable. Although Dr. Wang couldn't pronounce his name, he had seen Meng Yuan's face in TV and movies.

Several young girls in the Nursing Department who were on vacation came back to work overtime.

As soon as the Meng family arrived, the superiors began to greet each department one by one, and the patient's privacy must not be disclosed to the outside world.

Meng Lian was sober at this moment, listening to the conversation of the few people outside, but there was no special emotion in her heart.

He knew that there must be something wrong with his body, and birth, old age, sickness, death, and changes in appearance were all inevitable.

The only thing he finds difficult to face now is how to tell Fei Yingxing the news.

Meng Lian in the eyes of young talents:

(When Meng Lian is silent)

Young talents: Ben Lian, the noble and proud young master.

When Meng Lian spoke. (Meng Lian naturally smiles when he speaks)

Young talents: good-looking, super-good personality, the young master Ben Lian who is friendly to the people.

Lianlian baby in the eyes of three points:

When Lian Lian is not talking

Three points: Fuck!Where did the gods come down to earth!

Lianlian baby smiles,

Three points: Fuck!What a beautiful scene!hard.