Yingyang Bookstore, No. 48

As August approaches, the weather that should have been hot has suddenly dropped in temperature. The weather forecast is always talking about where the cold air is coming. A few days ago, it was more than 30 degrees, and suddenly it was raining for several days. Tai Yiwo stayed at home. Reluctant to go out.

Tai Yi really hates rainy days, especially this kind of heavy rain, his whole body hurts, the pain emanating from the cracks in his bones.

Tai's father rubbed his joints with white wine on his hands, which relieved the pain a little.

Tai's father asked him: "Send the notice to your home and send it to school?"

Tai Yi said: "Go home, I left a phone number at school earlier."

The adults around were nervously waiting for the notice, but Tai Yi didn't feel it.

"I'm sure I've been admitted. Why are you so nervous?" Tai Yi sent a message to Xing Yang.

Xing Yang replied: "A college student finally came out between us."

Tai Yi: "Hehe."

After staying at home for three days, it finally cleared up, the air was full of damp smell, Tai Yi wanted to go for a walk to the study, he didn't leave the house for several days and felt that the air outside was really good.

Standing at the side of the zebra crossing and waiting for the green light, Tai Yi suddenly felt his heart beating heavily, with a sharp tingling sensation.Tai Yi felt that his footsteps were lost and he almost fell to his knees on the ground, but he was able to hold the lamp post next to him in time.

"Damn it..." Tai Yi cursed secretly.

The light in front of him turned green, Tai Yi straightened up and followed the crowd, halfway through, Tai Yi seemed to have seen Xing Yang and walked a few steps to catch up.

"Brother Yang!" Tai Yi shouted, "Hey... where is he?"

Standing blankly in the crowd, Tai Yi seemed to see Shi Jing and Duo Duo again...it wasn't them, it was a mistake.

Suddenly, his heart started to hurt again, until Tai Yi knelt on the ground and tightly grasped the clothes in front of his heart with both hands.

What is in front of you?fire?Why is there such a big fire... Brother Yang?It's not him, Xing Yang doesn't have such a murderous aura... It hurts so much, so sleepy...

"Young man! Are you alright!" Pedestrians yelled when they saw that something was wrong with Tai Yi. Tai Yi seemed to hear someone calling him, but he just couldn't open his eyes.

His heart hurts so much that he can't breathe, but his consciousness is clear. Tai Yi heard someone take out his mobile phone and give him the address book and call them one by one.

The bookstore is very close to this road, and Xing Yang rushed over immediately after receiving the call, and called Tai's father back on the way to reassure him.

Tai Yi felt that Xing Yang picked him up, and Tai Yi tried his best to make a sound: "It hurts..."

Xing Yang put him in the back seat of the car and quickly went back to the study. Aunt Ping, who was sitting in the back seat, moved Tai Yi's head to her lap, held Tai Yi's hand in one hand and held a small lamp in the other. There are words in the mouth of the lamp.

Tai Yi couldn't hear what Aunt Ping was saying, but felt that those words were like a stream of clear spring comforting him, his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a warm current, and the pain gradually receded.

Aunt Ping touched his face: "Have a good sleep."

After finishing the words, Tai Yi fell into a deep sleep.

Aunt Ping asked worriedly: "Xiaoyang, what's going on with Tai Yi?"

Xing Yang said: "Not sure, I suspect that Zhao Chenghai used the soul-binding lamp to forcibly attract the soul."

Aunt Ping said, "Then what should we do, will Tai Yi wake up?"

Xing Yang said: "You call Lao Xing and draw a formation."

Aunt Ping, who was always calm, rarely became anxious: "Is it necessary for you? Time is enough, he should come back."

Xing Yang remained silent.

When we arrived at the bookstore, Uncle Xing was ready, Xing Yang put Tai Yi in the center of the formation, three people stood in the triangle of the formation, Xing Yang held the bell, Aunt Ping took off the hairpin from his head, Uncle Xing solemnly took out his golden cigarette pole.

The three of them were chanting words, and Tai Yi suddenly opened his eyes and struggled.

Aunt Ping turned her face away sadly, and Tai Yi became excited: "Aunt Ping! Aunt Ping, please let me out! I beg you..."

Xing Yang rang the bell, Tai Yi fell asleep again and stopped struggling.

Aunt Ping threw the hairpin to the ground and went upstairs. Xing Yang picked up the hairpin with a sigh and carried Tai Yi up and put it on the old man's chair. Uncle Xing touched his golden cigarette rod and put it back in the bag.

"You said why bother." Uncle Xing said.

Xing Yang said: "Rules are rules, and the time has not come yet, so I don't want to cause any more trouble."

Uncle Xing sighed and laughed aloud: "You can coax Xiaoping well, she won't be angry for hundreds of years."

Xing Yang said: "Well, in a while."

Tai Yi woke up after sleeping for more than half an hour. When he woke up, he found that he was already in the study.

"Uncle Xing? How long have I been asleep?" Tai Yi asked.

"Not long ago, do you remember what happened?"

"I don't know why my heart hurts so much that I can't walk." Tai Yi said, "I remember Brother Yang brought me back, what about others?"

Uncle Xing said: "He pissed off your Aunt Ping, and he's coaxing you upstairs. I guess your Aunt Ping won't be able to cook tonight, let's order takeaway."

Tai Yi: "..."

After Tai Yi and Uncle Xing had finished eating, Xing Yang and Aunt Ping came down from upstairs.

"I ordered the spicy pot, you two come and eat!" Tai Yi said.

Aunt Ping threw herself on Tai Yi and rubbed his face, causing Tai Yi to squint his eyes.

Tai Yi looked at Aunt Ping's aggrieved face and rolled his eyes at Xing Yang: "Why are you making Aunt Ping angry?"

Xing Yang said, "Yeah, I won't dare next time."

Tai Yi took out a few drama tickets from his pocket and said, "I'll give you tickets."

Xing Yang took a sip of tea and took a look: "What drama?"

"Gu Qingling, remember? The art student who came back in the second half of the third year of high school." Tai Yi looked at Xing Yang and nodded and continued, "She gave me a lot of tickets. Her art teacher took them to a theater in the development zone. I want to join in the show, you guys go too, Brother Yang, you drive."

Aunt Ping glanced at the result ticket: "What drama?"

Tai Yi said: "I don't know, it seems that their students created and rehearsed it themselves, why don't you go?"

Aunt Ping said, "Let's go."

In a blink of an eye it was the date of the performance, and Tai Yi saw a lot of familiar classmates gathered at the door, presumably they all came to join in the show, some of the performers were girls from the same school, they were pretty and famous.

The plot is very simple, probably a fairy and a monster are in love, but the underworld disagrees with the heavenly court. In the end, the fairy and the monster rebelled and made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and then one died tragically and the other was seriously injured.

Tai Yi took a sip of his drink and was a little puzzled: "This ending is too tragic, isn't this kind of bitter drama popular now?"

Xing Yang shrugged and remembered that the theater was too dark and Tai Yi couldn't see it: "Every little girl likes this, it makes me cry."

After the performance, Gu Qingling came to Tai Yi in costume.

"Thank you so much. I thought you would be very supportive if you came by yourself. I didn't expect to bring so many people." Gu Qingling's voice was the same as her name, clear and cold, which did not match her sweet appearance.

Tai Yi said: "It's okay, I'm also very curious about your drama."

Gu Qingling said, "Would you like to sit in the dressing room for a while?"

Just as Tai Yi was about to say no need, Gu Qingling said in surprise, "Teacher Xing? You're here too."

Tai Yi was stunned for a moment and said coldly, "Then I'll bother you."

Xing Yang turned around and whispered to Aunt Ping and the others, "You and Lao Xing go back first, I'll stay and have a look."

Gu Qingling walked in front and talked about the whole production process of their play, Tai Yi and Xing Yang followed behind.

"How many shows are you going to perform? The whole theater is booked?" Tai Yi asked.

Gu Qingling said: "How is it possible? I rented it for more than a week, and there are two shows every day. Fortunately, it is not too far away from the city. The passenger flow is much better than expected."

The dressing room was huge, and the actors were chatting while removing their makeup. Gu Qingling poured two glasses of water and handed them to them.

"By the way, does Mr. Xing still lead the senior year when school starts? Your lectures are very good." She asked.

Xing Yang said, "I resigned."

Gu Qingling smiled: "It's fine to resign, but being a teacher is too restrictive."

Tai Yi felt that the air conditioner in the dressing room was extremely cold: "Your air conditioner is turned on too low."

Gu Qingling changed her face and said, "Uh, everyone feels hot after the performance, so I lowered the car."

Tai Yi said: "Oh, I haven't congratulated you yet, I heard that a crew is recording you now."

Gu Qingling smiled embarrassedly: "It's just luck."

Xing Yang put the quilt on the dressing table impatiently, and said: "Okay, stop the pleasantries, tell me, what can you do with him."

Gu Qingling moved the stool unnaturally, and said tremblingly, "Please, help me."