I like you very much

Rong Yu never asked about the specific location from Zheng Mingchi, so he had to call Tang Ying, but Tang Ying's phone never got through.

After two classes on Friday afternoon, Rong Yu waited with other students for the final match between Class [-] and Class [-] by the basketball court. While he was idle, he called Tang Ying again, and this time he got through.

The voice from Tang Ying's phone was as weak as if he had just walked eight thousand miles, and he said weakly, "Hey, do you still remember to call me?"

Rong Yu was stunned by Tang Ying's villain who complained first, and said after a long time, "I've been calling you for a week, but I haven't gotten through."

After hearing Rong Yu's words, Tang Ying wailed, and then there were several muffled sounds from the other end of the phone, and then there was no sound for a long time.

It took Tang Ying a long time before he breathed a sigh of relief, and said quietly: "I just fell off the sofa."

Rong Yu: "..." Thank you so much.

Tang Ying changed his posture and put his legs on the armrest of the sofa: "Tell me, what can you do with me?"

Rong Yu rubbed his nose and saw that there was no one on the basketball court. He probably wouldn't be able to start for a while, so he secretly tugged at Miao Jiajia next to him, and said softly, "If it starts, call me. I'm going to take a call."

Miao Jiajia glared at him: "Didn't you just pat Zheng Mingchi's chest and promise that you would stand in the front row and watch him!"

Rong Yu: "...I'll be back soon! Really!"

Today was the finals, and students from other classes came to watch together, the whole venue was packed, Rong Yu managed to squeeze out of the crowd under Miao Jiajia's glaring gaze.

Tang Ying gloated and said, "You promised my little nephew to watch his game? Tsk tsk, then I took you away from him."

Rong Yu found a remote place to stop, and asked straight to the point: "Is it your birthday next Friday? Are you having a party?"

Tang Ying was happy, and said on the other end of the phone cracklingly: "Oh, do you want to come? Tell me earlier, brother will ask the chef to make you some more dishes you like!"

Rong Yu was very used to Tang Ying's frightened and nervous movements. After the other party finished talking, he said, "Where is the place? I want to go and have a look."

Tang Ying quickly said: "Xinggang Hotel, I usually do it there."

Then Tang Ying didn't know what came to mind, and Tang Ying answered again: "Speaking of which, your master also liked to eat at the Xinggang Hotel at that time..."

Rong Yu's eyebrows narrowed slowly, he thought for a moment, and tentatively said: "Speaking of which, if it's your birthday, will your master come over?"

Tang Ying's voice was full of fatigue, but he still had a hearty smile. He spat, seemingly speechless: "Please, I always invite young people for my birthday, okay? Don't worry, my master doesn't care. Come, and Master's friends will not come either."

Rong Yu was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Tang Ying say again: "But speaking of it, a few people might really come... You saw it last time, remember?"

Rong Yu frowned. He didn't see Tang Ying much after he came to Bincheng. Since he met, it should be the last time—the time when he was drunk?

Rong Yu thought about it carefully, and could only think of a more impressive name: "Lin Lin?"

"Yes, she came every year before, and I guess she will come this year."

Tang Ying commented a little coldly, "There are three others, you probably don't remember them, Sun Keshang, Chen Zhi, and Jian Lele, maybe they will come too."

Rong Yu was at a loss for a moment, and asked, "Is your relationship good?"

Tang Ying smiled: "My silly fish, only a student like you will ask me if I have a good relationship? Whether we have a good relationship and whether we come or go are two different things, you know?"

"The four of them are apprentices of several others, and I definitely have to give this face to me."

Tang Ying was happy again after saying this: "But speaking of it, as Rongkangcheng's apprentice, you really can't give them this face. If you don't like them, just ignore them."

Rong Yu lowered his head and pondered for a while, then replied in a low voice, "Yes."

There was a sudden silence between the two of them on the phone. Rong Yu was about to hang up when he heard Tang Ying say "Hello" again.

Rong Yu turned around and looked in the direction of the basketball court. There were still high school freshmen and senior high school students walking there, and they probably wanted to come to join in the fun of the game.

It should start soon.

Rong Yu looked at his watch anxiously, and said to the other end of the phone, "What's wrong?"

Tang Ying has always spoken very frankly, and the time to hesitate like today is very rare. After hesitating for a long time, he slowly opened his mouth and said: "By the way...Rong Xiaoyu, I want to ask you something."

Rong Yu said generously, "What's the matter? Tell me."

Tang Ying was half lying on the sofa, only covered with a thin summer quilt. The air conditioner in his room was turned on very low, and a layer of goosebumps slowly appeared on the exposed skin.

He closed his eyes and slowed down his voice: "It stands to reason that we have known each other for so long, I shouldn't ask you about this..."

Tang Ying sighed: "But this matter involves Zheng Mingchi, although that kid doesn't respect me very much, at least he can call me little uncle..."

The original smile on Rong Yu's face has faded at an extremely fast speed. He is standing in the shadow beside the basketball court, his whole body is immersed in the blackness, and there is an extremely long distance between him and the sunny place beside him. .

After a while, Rong Yu twitched his lips: "Since you have something to say, just say it."

Tang Ying was interrupted by Rong Yu's words.

He and Rong Yu have known each other for nearly ten years, and he always felt that he knew this child very thoroughly—Rong Yu was simple, even silly, and never beat around the bush when he spoke, warm and cheerful.

Tang Ying once communicated with his master about Rong Yu's character. His master turned around to look at him, and said only one sentence: "Don't be stupid, he is an apprentice brought out by Rong Kangcheng."

As we all know, Rong Kangcheng is the most outstanding metaphysician in the past 100 years, but he is neither willing to work for the country nor to be hired by a private person.

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p;The most important thing is that this person is unnatural, and those who have dealt with him feel that Rong Kangcheng lacks normal emotions and desires.

So what about Rongyu?

Tang Ying sighed for a long time: "Do you know where I have been recently?"

Rong Yu shook his head, and said honestly: "I don't know, anyway, every time I call you, I can't get through."

"My master took me to your house."

Tang replied.

Rong Yu didn't realize the meaning of this sentence for a while, and after a long while, Tang Ying had already opened his mouth: "Yes, it's where you and your master live."

Rong Yu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but did he say it in the end?

Tang Ying sat up straight from the sofa, and then said: "Of course I didn't go there specially for you and your master, but your master gave us the key to your house when he went to live last time, so we live in your yard .”

"At that time, I stuffed clothes in the closet, opened the drawer, and there was an old-fashioned photo album in it."

"Open it and look, except for your photo, it's all Zheng Mingchi's photo, or it's a group photo of the two of you."

Rong Yu stared at the ground, wondering what he was thinking for a while, but he didn't interrupt Tang Ying's words.

Tang Ying continued on his own: "If you say that you have photos of him when he was a child, I don't have much to think about, but Rong Yu, turn to the last few pages of that photo album, and it is full of talismans."

Rong Yu finally interrupted Tang Ying. He bit his lower lip and said stiffly, "It's not what you think..."

"Isn't it?"

Tang Ying chuckled a few times, "Rong Yu, I felt inside again, do you know what I found?"

Rong Yu closed her mouth tightly, and her complexion suddenly turned pale.

"It's two villains, with your and Zheng Mingchi's names written on them."

Tang Ying's voice was already low and hoarse. He was full of exhaustion, and he stretched out his hand to touch the center of his brow: "I haven't told my master about this, and I put the things back for you in the same way."

"But can you tell me, Rong Yu, you came all the way to Bincheng."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Rong Yu tensed up after Tang Ying mentioned the two villains, and after hearing that they were put back in the same way, his expression not only did not improve, but became even uglier.

"Tang Ying, you took those two villains, didn't you?"

Tang Ying said angrily: "I said I'll put it back the way you came—"

"Have you picked it up and looked at it?"

Rong Yu interrupted him directly, almost questioningly said, "Those two names are placed face down, if you haven't picked it up to read, then it's impossible to see the names on it!"

Tang Ying was startled, he had never seen Rong Yu speak in such a tone before, he was taken aback, and subconsciously said: "I was in a daze at the time, so I picked it up and took a look, but you also know that this kind of As long as the things are put back, it's generally—”

"you are wrong."

Rong Yu didn't wait for Tang Ying to finish his sentence, and interrupted extremely coldly, as if worried that Tang Ying didn't hear clearly, and repeated, "You are wrong."

Tang Ying was stunned: "What do you mean?"

The place where the sun shines across the wall is warm, and Rong Yu slowly squats down, curling himself into a ball in the corner.

He held the phone with one hand, and stretched out the other hand slightly, as if he wanted to feel the light outside the shadows, but before he touched it, he withdrew his hand as if he had been burned.

Rong Yu's eyes were almost calm, he smiled dryly, as if he wanted to give himself some comfort: "You think it's a witch doll, don't you?"

"You thought I was looking for Zheng Mingchi because I wanted to change my life or replace him, didn't you?"

Rong Yu's voice was very soft, not even accusing, but seemed more tired than Tang Ying on the phone.

He huddled in the corner, the whole person was a small ball, looking fragile and pitiful.

"Tang Ying, on the back cover of the photo album is a life-saving talisman."

Rong Yu bit his lower lip so red that it was almost bleeding, he looked blankly at the ground in front of him, and said slowly, "Those two dolls—if you had asked your master before touching them, , and he will tell you."

"That's not a voodoo doll, it's a doll with the same fate."

"There is a thin invisible silk thread connecting the two dolls. Once the thread breaks, the doll will immediately fail."

Tang Ying's panicked voice came from the other end of the phone, but Rong Yu had no intention of continuing to listen. He hung up the phone and was about to stand up.

The moment he got up, he was dizzy and his feet were weak because of squatting for too long, and the whole person fell down.

And at this moment, a person who ran over quickly grabbed Rong Yu and pulled him into his arms.

After a short period of trance, Rong Yu reached out and rubbed his temples, and saw the person holding him at this time through the reverse sunlight.

Healthy, tall and straight, with a warm smile.

Zheng Mingchi hooked Rong Yu's nose with his hand, but he didn't let go of his holding hand: "You're lazy again, you said I'd like to compete? It's about to start."

The author has something to say: Rong Xiaoyu: What game to watch. .Let's wait until I beat Tang Ying to death. .

Dachi: I'll go!Baby you wait for me at home!

Rong Xiaoyu: He must be beaten to death, lest he do bad things again. .

Dachi: Good baby!After beating him, drag him back for you to check!

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