"What happened?"

Jiang Zhiyu's phone rang and stopped, but he had no intention of answering it, just looking at the Shen Si in the driver's seat.

He looked serious and his tone was heavy:

"Wei Ranran has never been able to resist and has passed away in the morning."

"What?" Qiao Ya and Jiang Zhiyu spoke at the same time.

He looked at Jiang Zhiyu's white little face in the rearview mirror in a silent manner, and a sense of indescribable powerlessness surged into his heart:

"It is said that he did not recuperate well after leaving the warehouse, which aggravated the rejection."

"Her mother was too sad and actually blamed all this on Liang Yanbutt, saying that everything she did was to gain a good reputation. She was allowed to be interviewed by reporters regardless of Wei Ranran's body. It was already a mess now."

Jiang Zhiyu was stunned: "But didn't Sister Yan ask her agent to arrange it? Why would there be reporters going to interview?"

Chen Si sighed: "It was Wei Ranran who took the initiative. She is Liang Yan's loyal fan. When the idol saved her, she naturally could not let Liang Yan go, so..."

"It's so confused! Her mother didn't stop her?"

Qiao Ya had seen the dying little girl. She thought she was going to get better, but she didn't expect she would go like this.

Chen Si was a little reluctant to tell the truth: "Xiao Yang has contacted Director Wei. It is said that... Wei Ranran's mother wanted her to appear in front of everyone through Liang Yan's popularity, deliberately indulging in the hype, which made her overworked..."

The carriage was silent.

Even the sound of each other's breathing became invisible.

A young girl who is as old as a flower speaks for her idol, but is used by her mother and loses her life.

"Where is Sister Yan..."

Even though he felt sorry for his heart, Liang Yan was innocent from beginning to end.

Jiang Zhiyu was very worried about her.

"Xiao Yang is with him at home, and the hospital is full of reporters, so we can only go there once."

-

Jiang Zhiyu lived for 25 years and experienced funerals of many people.

There are those relatives whom the Jiang family knows or not.

There is also her favorite mother.

Regardless of past, it is decent and appropriate.

But it was not like now, before the funeral was even held, the tranquility behind him had been broken.

The long, short, and cannons in the reporter's hands were like sharp weapons of different shapes, poking the little girl who unfortunately passed away and was lying in the hospital morgue.

The one that stuck the deepest is her mother.

She stood among a group of media in tears, crying about Liang Yan's fame and saying that she was all fake mercy.

What is true is that it is all buried truth.

Jiang Zhiyu stood outside the crowd, looking at the woman with cold eyes.

She had just died of her daughter, but her dress was bright.

My hair has just been dyed, and it is a burgundy that is not comparable to her age.

Really ridiculous.

Fortunately, Qiao Ya didn't follow her. If she saw this scene, she might be cursing.

People say that being a mother is strong.

Wei Ranran's mother looked like this, and she was afraid that she would lose her mind and be crazy.

Next to Jiang Zhiyu, Chen Sizheng negotiated with an acquaintance in the same hospital.

Ten minutes later, they were taken in through the small door by the old doctor last time and headed straight to the second floor of the underground.

The old doctor said that Wei Ranran was lying here.

And Wei Ran was guarding the door.

Hearing the footsteps, Wei Ran's hanging head did not react at all.

until--

Jiang Zhiyu shouted in a very light voice:

"Uncle Wei."

Wei Ran, who was squatting on the ground, finally had a slight reaction.

He raised his head very slowly, as if his neck had already stiffened.

His face was haggard and his expression was gray.

The grayness between the hair is eye-catching and dazzling.

"It's a fish..."

The voice was hoarse.

Half of the four words are breath sounds.

Jiang Zhiyu suddenly had no courage to step forward and held Chen Si's hand holding her back hard.

Chen Si used his other hand to cover her hair that was scattered by the wind, and the lazy man had already disappeared.

Instead, it is gentleness at the end:

"You're waiting for me here, I'll go and take a look."

Separate the hands holding each other.

As soon as Chen Si took a step, Jiang Zhiyu raised his hand and grabbed his arm, looking at him with a pleading gaze:

"Don't force him too much..."

"He hasn't reacted yet..."

"I know," he touched her face quietly and signaled her to rest assured.

Although they did not say it clearly, they all knew what this trip was for.

Liang Yan, who was deeply involved in public opinion turmoil.

However, obviously, Wei Ranran's mother was already crazy.

Only Wei Ran can tell the truth and make Liang Yan clear.

-

"Uncle Wei."

This is the first time Chen Si calls him that.

It’s not because he is the director of Quancheng Middle School.

But because... he is the little girl's biological father.

Wei Ran's head lowered slowly raised again, his eyes were not focused, and his eyes looked extremely empty:

"Ran Ran is inside..."

"I want to take her home..."

Chen Si reached out to hold his shoulder, and the touch of his hands was already skinny.

"Uncle Wei, don't worry, a doctor will come over later. If you sign the informed consent form, you will be able to take her home."

Wei Ran, a man in his fifties, actually burst into tears at this moment:

"I can't go home, I can't go home..."

"My Ranran can't go home..."

"Why?" Chen Si didn't understand: "Why can't you go home?"

Wei Ran cried in pain and his voice was hoarse:

"Her mother is so cruel. In order to kill the big star, she actually let Ranran be here..."

"She doesn't agree...I can't take my Ranran away..."

Jiang Zhiyu leaned against the corner wall, covering his lips tightly, for fear that the sound of the throat would be leaked.

The second floor underground is cold all year round.

What's more, there.

How could she bear that woman!

That's her biological daughter!

The corner of the wall was moving, looking back in a deep state, and my heart hurt.
To be continued...