At the turn of Jinlan

When Meng Lian walked into the ward, Song Qiuting was awake.

An infusion tube was being inserted into the back of his skinny hand, his wrinkled eyelids were drooping, and his eyes were calm and tired.

"Little Lian, are you here?"

Song Qiuting's voice was no longer as clear as it used to be, but at some point, it became a little hoarse.

He has used this voice all his life and raised it all his life, but after all, he can't escape the sharp knife of time.

Hearing the sound, Meng Lian felt a tingling pain in his heart. Even though his master was old, he was always full of energy, with a straight back, and he did not look old at all.

But now this old look made Meng Lian feel very strange for a moment.

At some point, he had grown up, but his master was too old to walk.

"Are you still uncomfortable?" Meng Lian picked up Song Qiuting's palm that was outside the quilt. The palm was frighteningly cold. Holding it, Meng Lian sat on a chair beside her, and immediately bent down like when she was a child. His face was stuck to the back of the master's hand.

His soft hair was scattered on the snow-white quilt, his eyes were downcast, showing a little attachment.

This move was really a bit coquettish, but Meng Lian didn't feel the slightest sense of disobedience when he did it. Song Qiuting watched quietly, and remembered some past events.

More than ten years ago, he was injured in a rehearsal once, with a bruised waist, and lay in bed for a month. At that time, Meng Lian was only six years old, and his autism had not fully recovered.

But at that time, Xiao Menglian insisted on visiting him in the hospital every day.

Because Meng Lian was sick when he was young, he didn't like to talk to adults very much, so every time he came to the hospital to visit him, Xiao Meng Lian would struggle to climb up the chair, quietly hold his palm, and put his soft face against his. the back of the hand.

Use his own way to comfort his master.

Such a good boy, Song Qiuting has never been willing to scold him harshly, it's too late to hold the baby in his hands, how could he be willing to teach him a lesson.

Song Qiuting recalled this, smiled lightly, and said to Meng Lian earnestly: "Your master, I am old and useless, and I can pass out if I stay at home. It seems that I am old, and God will take me back as an old man." Yo."

Hearing this, Meng Lian opened her mouth eagerly. His voice was very soft and soft, "You will live a long life."

Song Qiuting shook his head with a smile, but said nothing, just quietly looked at the precious disciple in front of him, after a long while, he raised his chin and pointed to the person waiting outside the door.

"When did Xiao Lian make new friends? She didn't tell the master anymore. Now that Xiao Lian has grown up, she has her own concerns." Song Qiuting's tone was playful and feigned anger.

"He is..." Meng Lian was halfway through speaking, but was cut off by Song Qiuting.

Song Qiuting raised his chin: "Let him come in and say hello to this old man himself."

Meng Lian didn't expect the master to come out like this, she was stunned for a moment, then answered yes repeatedly, stood up and called Fei Yingxing in.

Fei Yingxing was guarding the door, but was called into the room by surprise. He was in a daze, but he maintained a decent posture without panic, and respectfully called out to Song Qiuting, "Mr. ".

Song Qiuting has lived most of his life, and he still has the eyesight to discern people.

Just by looking at the boy in front of him, he could tell that he came from a rich family.Not to mention the appearance, but the behavior, temperament and demeanor alone reveal a good upbringing.

However, the conditions of the original family are too good, which is not all beneficial to the other party.

Looking at the tall and heroic boy in front of him, Song Qiuting sighed silently in his heart.

He is dying now, and his heart should be very clear. After knowing the truth, he is only a little shocked, and only sad.

Although there is no blood relationship, Meng Lian was truly brought up by him, and his love for Meng Lian will never lose to that of Meng Lian's relatives.

He wished Meng Lian well, and hoped that his life would be smooth and safe; but he also hoped that Meng Lian could live out his own life step by step under his own choice.

"Are you Meng Lian's classmate?" Song Qiuting asked.

Fei Yingxing smiled: "Mr. Song, my name is Fei Yingxing. If you should, you should go forward."

When he spoke, he was neither humble nor overbearing, nor timid, and had an extraordinary temperament.

Seeing him, Song Qiuting nodded approvingly, and said to Meng Lian, "Go back early today, it's getting late."

Fei Yingxing actually didn't understand from the beginning to the end why Elder Song called him into the house, and only asked his name, but didn't say much, as if he just wanted to see him.

After passing the final exam in June, it is the final exam of the second year of high school.

On the day the final exam ended, He Yinhang took his luggage and went to another place to participate in training.

Ye Zhi also booked the same flight, the two of them are so sticky, they have to send the person to the destination even if they want to see off, and stay for a few more days.

And Meng Lian will start a theater tour in major provinces and cities across the country in a week.

This weekend, Fei Yingxing got up early in the morning, and started to toss his wet hair in the bathroom after breakfast.

Big brother Fei Yingheng had a two-day rest on the weekend, so he went back to Fei's mansion.

He just got up at this time, didn't eat breakfast, just ground a cup of coffee for himself, with messy hair on his head, wearing glasses, holding a laptop and nestling on the sofa downstairs, and started to deal with business.

The usual neat and meticulous president's appearance in a suit has faded away, and this extremely casual appearance looks young and handsome instead.

If it is said that the two brothers are about [-]% similar when they are outside, but at this time they are wearing similar home clothes at home, and no one doubts that they are twins.

Seeing his younger brother rushing in and out to meet his girlfriend, Fei Yingheng couldn't hold back, stopped what he was doing, and asked Fei Yingxing, "How was the final exam?"

Fei Yingxing was looking for clothes in the cloakroom, when he heard the sound he said lazily and perfunctorily, "It's okay."

"I heard from our mother that you have a girlfriend?" Fei Yingheng's voice paused, "If your grades regress, it will be miserable. At least you will be scolded, and at worst you will break up."

"Don't worry, I can't refund it." Fei Yingxing replied casually, took out the phone in his pocket, and sent a message back to Meng Lian.

This weekend, the two elders of the Fei family went abroad for vacation, and only the two brothers and Aunt Zhang stayed at home to cook.

Aunt Zhang just cleaned up the breakfast bowls and chopsticks, and dug out the lunch ingredients from the refrigerator, belatedly remembered something, and asked the two brothers in the living room: "Boss, brother, is lunch at home?" Do you want to eat?"

Fei Yingxing turned around and replied, "No, I have an appointment at noon."

The elder brother Fei Yingheng heard the words and asked in a low voice, "What? Go out and date your girlfriend."

Fei Yingxing didn't deny it, and said with a smile, "That's right."

Over there, Aunt Zhang saw that the boss hadn't answered yet, so she urged again, "Where is my brother, is there a date with a beautiful woman?"

Don't look at Fei Yingheng who is a serious business executive outside, but when he comes home, he becomes a big boy with no formal appearance.

Hearing Aunt Zhang's ridicule, he grinned and said with a low smile: "Yes, I have an appointment for lunch with the beauty. I probably won't be back tonight."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "That's fine, I will only cook the second child's favorite dishes at night."

Fei Yingxing looked at his brother meaningfully when he heard the words, and based on his brother's flirtatious and playful temperament, he guessed that he had recently fallen in love with some starlet in the company.

Recently, Mr. Song has been living in the hospital. During the period at the end of the semester, Meng Lian almost had a three-point contact with the theater troupe, school, and hospital. Coupled with psychological pressure, he lost a lot of weight.

After all, the school was on holiday, and Meng Lian had to leave for other places non-stop, so Fei Yingxing reckoned to take Meng Lian to relax.

It just so happened that there was an Internet celebrity pop-up Michelin three-star shop in Taikoo Li, Z City, and the appointments have been fully booked since last week.Both Fei Yingxing and Meng Lian were not very interested in eating, so they had to thank Ye Zhi for getting the quota.

Ye Zhi had reserved a seat a few months ago, originally planning to go there with He Yinhang for the third anniversary.

It turned out that He Yinhang happened to be going to another place, the plane a few days ago.

Seeing that he couldn't go, Ye Zhi reluctantly gave up his spot to Fei and Meng, as a favor.

Because he had to drive to pick up Meng Lian in a while, Fei Yingxing was ready to go out before ten o'clock.

He was still unsatisfied with the choices today, so in the end he randomly chose a black short-sleeved pair with a pair of knee-length shorts, and stepped on the black warrior he usually wears on his feet, revealing his muscular and slender legs.

The black short sleeves are not tight at all, even a little loose, but Fei Yingxing's growth is so good that the strong lines of his chest and waist will be printed unintentionally when he walks.

He felt a little inappropriate, so he put on a denim long-sleeved jacket outside, and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, but he deliberately left them unbuttoned and left open.

Seeing that the younger brother took the car keys and was about to go to the basement, the elder brother Fei Yingheng glanced lightly and said, "Aren't you hot wearing this?"

Fei Yingxing was rather blunt, put on his hat and said, "Hot, but handsome."

He smiled smugly, left these words, and slammed the door behind him.

He drove to pick up Meng Lian, and the two parked the car. There was still some time before dinner, so they planned to go shopping for a while before going to the restaurant.

Meng Lian has been too busy these days. She has to take care of the end of the term and prepare for work. In addition, she has a lot of worries and often suffers from headaches. She took some painkillers in the morning, but now she feels better.

But the whole person looks tired and has no strength.

The two went to a milk tea shop nearby. Because it was famous on the Internet, there was a long queue in front of the shop.

Meng Lian wore a mask, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes. He searched for the tips on ordering milk tea sent by Ye Zhi in his phone.

Fei Yingxing was right behind him, leaned over, put his head on Meng Lian's shoulder from behind, leaned over to look at the contents of Meng Lian's phone, and said in a deep voice, "What would you like to drink?"

The two got very close, and when they were talking, Fei Yingxing nodded sideways deliberately as if doing bad things, and his breath blew on Meng Lian's neck, making it tickle.

Coupled with the fact that Fei Yingxing was born tall, from the perspective of the passers-by in the back, Fei Yingxing almost used his body to hold Meng Lian in his arms.

Unlike Ye Zhi, Meng Lian knows everything about eating and drinking like the back of his hand.

He looked around, but he was not particularly interested, so he randomly chose the one that Ye Zhi strongly recommended.

"How sweet is that?" Fei Yingxing asked.

Meng Lian thought for a while, then glanced at Fei Yingxing lightly, and said with a smile, "Three points, 'three points' is already sweet enough."

Fei Yingxing was taken aback when he heard the words. Looking at Meng Lian's crooked smiling eyes, his heart jumped violently. He smiled lightly, cursed in his heart, and almost wanted to kiss immediately regardless of the occasion. Kiss Meng Lian's beautiful eyelashes.

The two were studying some sweet questions when suddenly a strange female voice sounded behind them.

"The two handsome guys in front, if you don't mind, can we take a photo?"

When the two turned their heads, they saw a tall and beautiful girl, followed by a big man who looked like a cameraman. The big man had dreadlocks, tattoos on his arms, and a very friendly smile on his face.