Meng Jia Ren heard the cry from farther and farther away, but she really had no strength and fell into darkness.


    In the dream, all kinds of strange scenes came out.


    Meng Jia Ren dreamed of the death of her parents, her sister''s entry into the performing arts circle, and Tian Ming''s asshole


    I dreamed that my sister was pushed downstairs by Tian Ming on the balcony last night.


    "Ah!" Meng Jia Ren exclaimed in surprise. She suddenly bounced up from the bed and woke up at the same time. She gasped like a dried up fish photographed on the shore.


    "Wake up?"


    There was Ryan''s voice in her ear. Meng turned her head and looked at Ryan''s bloodshot eyes.


    Meng Jia''s voice was dry and dumb, her head was painful, her eyes were swollen, and she nodded awkwardly.


    "Drink some water." Ryan brought Meng Jia a glass of water.


    "Thank you." Meng Jia''s voice was like a handful of sand. After thanking her, she handed the water cup to her mouth, drank water, suddenly thought of something, immediately put down the water cup and said excitedly, "where''s my sister?! I''m going to... "


    "In the intensive care unit." Ryan suddenly pressed Meng Jiaren who wanted to get out of bed, twisted his eyebrows and said, "even if you go now, the doctor won''t let you see! You''d better take good care of your body! "


    "I''m fine. I''m fine! I''m going to see my sister! " Meng Jia Ren insisted on getting out of bed. Who knows, she almost fell when her foot touched the ground.


    Ryan stood in the distance and didn''t move, nor did he go to help Meng Jia Ren. He looked at her coldly and threw herself on the bed and shouted, "is it okay for you to call her that? Who are you flirting with?! If you want to be a real cow, go and bring Tian Ming! You let him plead guilty! You make your sister better! What are you trying to be strong in front of me? "


    Meng Jiaren clenched her teeth and thought Ryan''s words were harsh, but they poked her painful feet, making her sad and angry and unable to move.


    Ryan clenched his fist and said, "it''s no use crying if you faint all the time?! I tell you, the world is far more ruthless than you think. No one will help you. Only when you become stronger can you avoid tragedy again! Besides, your sister is not dead yet. Who are you crying to? "


    As soon as Ryan finished yelling, the door of the ward was pushed open.


    Yu mu''an and Feng Yan appeared at the door.


    Yu mu''an pushed the door in and scolded, "Ruirui, what are you arguing about! I heard your noise when I first came. I heard it all in the corridor. "


    "Hear and hear, it''s her own failure!" Ryan snorted angrily, looked away from Meng Jiaren, shook his sleeve and left.


    "Go elsewhere. There are reporters outside the hospital." After passing by Feng Yan, Feng Yan gave a warning.


    Ryan frowned, deflated his anger, and nodded.


    Meng''s body shook and tried to hold back her tears.


    Yu mu''an picked her up and said, "Ryan spoke more directly. Don''t cry and don''t care! When he comes back, we''ll teach him a good lesson. "


    Meng Jia shook her head and stammered because of choking: "he, he''s right... It''s me, not good..."


    "No one can calm down in such a thing. Your sister is fine and will get better." Yu mu''an comforted Meng Jiaren and took a look at Feng Yan.


    "I''ll go out and have a look." Feng Yan nodded slightly to Yu mu''an and left the ward.


    At this time, the hospital has been surrounded by reporters, and the video and speculation on the network have been flying all over the sky.


    Although the news has been suppressed, it is not easy to suppress things in such a rapid era of network development and so many witnesses.


    So what we can do now is to prevent journalists from entering the hospital.


    The reporters waited outside the hospital. Anyone who came out of the hospital could ask a few questions, but Feng Yan and Ouyang Ruihang gave a dead order, and the hospital could not be told. Therefore, the reporters did not get any substantive news, but kept on "learning" and "saying".


    At the same time, Rongcheng No. 1 Experimental Middle School.


    After class, the students discussed Jiali gossip enthusiastically.


    "Carrie committed suicide last night! Do you know? "


    "I know! It''s so popular on the Internet that it''s strange if you don''t know? "


    "Why did you commit suicide? Or in the hotel? "


    "I heard through the grapevine that I was trapped by love."


    "Someone took a live video yesterday. I saw a woman in the video, like our history teacher!"


    Everyone gathered together to discuss Jiali.


    Yang Junshu, the party concerned, has a kind of depression with treasure but can''t speak, but he has endless sympathy at the thought of Mr. Meng''s sad appearance.


    Xia you still looks at the book quietly.


    Yang Junshu glanced at Xia you and suddenly picked up his pen and poked her arm, "Hey!"


    "What''s up?" Xia you looks at Yang Junshu.


    "Do you know about carrie?" Yang Junshu asked.


    "Yes, what''s the matter?" Xia you''s voice is still faint.


    "You... Why don''t you discuss it? Are you not curious? " Yang Junshu really doesn''t understand this so-called good student mentality.


    Xia you shrugged, "OK, but I''m curious about the truth, not rumors. I think there are few words in our class. Really, what''s the use of knowing? "


    Yang Junshu was almost dizzy by Xia you. He patted his forehead and whispered, "I tell you, I know the truth?"


    Xia you''s eyes finally loosened.


    "Hey, hey!" Yang Junshu smiled proudly, "do you want to know? If you want to know, I''ll ask you what I won''t do in the future. I''m talking about learning. "


    "You have to promise the truth." Xia you stressed. She knows that Miss Meng and Carrie are sisters, so the person on the video must be Miss Meng. Last night, she saw Miss Meng and Yang Junshu leave the classroom together. Yang Junshu may really know something.


    Yang Junshu thought that the good student also had curiosity. So he nodded and told what had happened last night.


    After listening to the mixed, Xia you asked, "how''s Miss Meng''s sister now? Isn''t Mr. Meng unable to come to class this time? "


    "I called my uncle this morning and said my life was saved." Yang Junshu said, "eighty percent, Mr. Meng won''t come to school in a short time."


    As soon as Yang Junshu''s voice fell, a teacher came in at the door of the classroom - their familiar teacher Han.


    The discussion in the class stopped suddenly, and everyone returned to their seats like a cat.


    Mr. Han looked proud. "Mr. Meng asked for leave today. From today on, she is no longer your acting head teacher. Everything belongs to me."


    "Shit! The old man is coming back! " Yang Junshu cursed and muttered, leaning against the table, as if he could hide himself.


    The classroom was full of boos, but Miss Han didn''t care. It was good if she came back.