Those years when I was a tool person

Because she had to carry someone on her back and couldn't spare her hands, Rong Ying handed the Tanxi Shanshuangniang to Sang Yushu and asked him to hold it.

Sang Yushu was silent for a while, and reached out to take the wine jar.

On the way to Sang's house with Sang Yushu on her back, every time Rong Ying took a step, she felt that the person on her back was really thin.

Teenagers are just growing their bodies, but Sang Yushu's legs have degenerated to a certain extent because he can't stand up, and his arms are comparable to ordinary people's arms.

With lightness skills close by, and the person on the back really doesn't matter, Rong Ying walked quickly, but within a few breaths, they could already see the big red happy letter pasted outside the gate of Sang's house.

There are guards guarding both sides of the gate. You only need to go around a big tree beside the road in front of you, and someone will see the two people who came back from the mountain.But at this moment, Rong Ying felt the hands on her shoulders of the person on her back slightly gather.

Is he nervous?

Rong Ying's footsteps paused, and she looked towards the gate through the gap between the branches and leaves. It seemed that some guests were about to leave, and there were many people coming in and out.

Thinking of something, he turned around and headed towards the backyard.

Sang Yushu saw that Rong Ying didn't directly lead him in through the gate, and his originally tense nerves gradually relaxed.It was only when he saw so many people in front of Sang's house that he suddenly realized that he had done something stupid.

Many outsiders came to the Sang family today, including a large number of heavyweights. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, if he was carried back by someone, the rumors that the third son of the Sang family is a useless person will only intensify.

This worked against him.

What's more, the person who carried him back was Sang Zhe, his second brother.

Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the gate, Sang Yushu lowered his head and stared at the back of his head that he could touch with his hands. He felt that he must have been fascinated by ghosts just now, otherwise why would he agree to let Sang Zhe carry him on his back? ?

Puzzled in his heart, Sang Yushu secretly guessed that it seemed that he still talked too much.It must not be like this next time, he should draw a line with Sang Zhe like in his previous life.

Rong Ying didn't know what Sang Yushu was thinking at this time, he walked lightly to the wall of the backyard of Sang's house, turned around and whispered: "Hold tight."

Then he jumped on the spot and stepped on the wall as if walking on flat ground. In the blink of an eye, he had already landed on the ground in the yard.

During this time, a strand of Rongying's hair was blown up by the wind, directly covering Sang Yushu's face, causing him to close his eyes subconsciously, hold the wine jar with one hand, and wipe the bruises on his face with the other hand. Hair parted.

As soon as Rong Ying landed on the ground, she planned to sneak away while no one noticed. She didn't notice that Sang Yushu behind her was just holding on to her collar with one hand. Leaning back, almost being thrown out.

At the very moment, he exerted a force on his waist, and one arm tightly wrapped around Rongying's neck.

"cough!"

Rong Ying was suffocated by the strangulation, he quickly slapped Sang Yushu's arm away, "Loosen, loosen up a little, don't hold it so tightly, it's going to strangle you to death."

Sang Yushu: "..."

He let go of his hand angrily, and his ears turned red quietly.

Back at the residence, Rongying found a new wheelchair in Sang Yushu's room, and put him down gently.

Sang Yushu sat down firmly, stretched his arms forward, and handed the wine jar to Rongying, "Second Brother Lao will send me back. The wedding banquet is not over yet. You still have time to go now. Brother must be waiting."

Rong Ying lowered her head and saw the young man in front of her looking at her with bright eyes, her heart softened, "Are you going too? I just happened to push you over."

Sang Yushu lowered his eyes slightly, "I've had the wedding wine before the banquet, so I won't go."

Rong Ying thought for a while, then took the wine jar, "Alright then."

Without staying longer, Rong Ying turned around and walked out of Sang Yushu's room. Just a few steps away, she heard the sound of the door closing behind her.

With a helpless smile, he straightened up his appearance a little, and walked towards the courtyard where he entertained guests.

Along the way, when the servants of the Sang family saw him, they all showed surprised expressions, and after realizing it, they all saluted him, "Second Young Master."

Rong Ying nodded and passed them by.

After he left, the servants couldn't help muttering in place——

"When did the second son come back?"

"I don't know either, I haven't heard of it!"

"It's strange, the second son seems to have come from the backyard."

"..."

The voices in the ear became more and more dense, Rong Ying walked through a long corridor and entered a courtyard around the corner.

The courtyard was filled with Eight Immortals tables covered with red tablecloths, and each table was full of people, drinking and drinking, creating a lively scene.

Rong Ying was taken aback for a moment, and someone recognized him already.

"Second Young Master, long time no see!"

A young man was toasting around with a wine glass, and accidentally bumped into someone, wondering, when he looked up and saw Rong Ying, his face immediately showed a surprised expression.

Rong Ying's eyelashes trembled, he didn't know this person.

Just as he was suffering from not knowing how to respond, several people came over from the side.

"Oh, it's really the second son!"

"I've heard about the Second Young Master's name for a long time, but seeing him today is really extraordinary!"

"Second Young Master came a bit late, I think he's going to punish himself."

The people at the nearby tables chattered like this, and Rong Ying took a step back to understand the current situation.

He thought that he didn't know these people because of a deviation when he received the memory of the original owner.Looking at it now, where there is a problem with his memory, it is because they did not know each other in the first place.

Seeing that he was about to be entangled by a group of insignificant people, Rong Ying saw a red figure walking towards him.

The only one who can wear red at this time is his elder brother who got married today, the eldest son of the Sang family, Sang Jinwu.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, my younger brother just came back, and the journey is exhausting and it's inconvenient to receive guests. In this way, I will have a drink with you on his behalf."

Everyone at the scene is a smart person, seeing this situation, how could they not understand what Sang Jinwu meant, "Oh, how did this happen? The eldest son is serious..."

Sang Jinwu was not a coy person, he would pay back the face given to him by others, so he raised his head and drank the wine in his glass.

After a lot of polite words back and forth, he successfully picked Rong Ying out of the crowd.

Walking through the crowd to the main table, Sang Jinwu said, "I haven't seen my second brother come back. My eldest brother thought something happened to you on the way. I really miss you a lot. Now that you are fine, I can feel relieved."

Rong Ying: "Let Big Brother worry about it."

He raised the wine jar to his chest, "I remember that my elder brother liked to drink Xishan's wine the most, so I specially brought a jar back when I passed by."

Sang Jinwu was pleasantly surprised. He took the wine jar, sniffed it through the mud seal, and his eyes lit up, "It's Xishan Frost Brew! This is good wine. Those old monsters on Xishan drink it every year. Selling out a jar, and everyone is tricky, the second brother must have spent a lot of effort, right?"

Rong Ying recalled the process of getting the wine from the original owner. It seemed that it was not difficult, but it could not be widely advertised: "I spent some money to buy it. When I passed by Xishan, I just thought about going up to buy wine. , I met those old weird apprentices who stole a jug of wine and planned to take it down the mountain to resell it, so I bought it."

"So it's like this?" Sang Jinwu was amazed when he heard it, "This is the second brother's good luck, and it will definitely not be able to be bought by others!"

Rong Ying twitched the corner of her mouth: "Brother was joking."

"How can this be a joke? What the elder brother said is true!" Sang Jinwu patted him on the shoulder, "Let's not talk about it, today our brothers meet again, and we have good wine to accompany us. We must have a good drink, not drunk Return!"

The two of them said that they had already arrived at the main table.

A middle-aged man with a majestic face was sitting in the middle. He saw Rong Ying and nodded slightly, "You're back?"

"There was some delay on the road," Rong Ying lowered her eyebrows and called out obediently, "I made everyone worry."

Sang Lin, the head of the Sang family, showed a kind smile when he saw this: "Whatever you said, just come back safely. You have had a hard time along the way, so sit down and eat something."

Someone gave up his seat, Rong Ying glanced over without any trace, said yes, and sat next to Sang Lin.

The main table was quiet for a while, Sang Jinwu threw away the wine jar in his hand, and ordered his subordinates to go to the kitchen to get a few porcelain bowls, "Everyone is lucky today, the Xishanshuang brewed by my second brother who worked so hard to get , let everyone taste it."

Everyone at the table applauded, but Rong Ying's hands and feet gradually became cold beside Sang Lin.

Fear is like an innate instinct, making him subconsciously want to escape from this place.

It's this person.

She took Sang Zhe, who was only three or four years old, back to Sang's house, gave him a name, and gave him an identity that countless people envied.

But at the same time, he hinted again and again to make him remember his identity.

Before the age of eight or nine, she was still too young, and Sang Zhe couldn't see the hint of Sang Lin.Until one day, he got into a fight with a few children from the Sang family, and said, "This is my home, get the hell out of here," which was heard by Sang Lin who happened to be passing by.

That night, he was lifted from the bed and taken to a crypt, where he was locked up for three days before being released.

The environment in the crypt was dark and damp, and there were even rats and insects. Sang Zhe, who was locked in for the first time, cried all day and night because of fear, and his throat was broken when he finally came out.

He went to Sang Lin to complain, but there was no response, because he still didn't understand what he did wrong.

After that time, within a few days, he was locked in the crypt again, then the third time, and the fourth time...

Don't understand once, don't understand twice, three times, four times, five times...

Sang Zhe found that he would be locked up only when he said something like "Our Sang family", and slowly, he understood.

His name is Sang Zhe, but he was never from the Sang family.

Sang Lin saw his change, and sent someone to bury the cave the next day.

……

"Zheer."

Sang Lin spoke suddenly, recalling Rong Ying's thoughts. He was shocked, and there was still panic in his eyes that he hadn't had time to hide.

Sang Lin patted him on the back affectionately, "I see that your face is a little pale, it must be because you are too tired on the road, why don't you go back and rest."

"...Okay." Rong Ying stood up, bid farewell to everyone at the table, and returned to her room.

He walked a little fast, closing the door behind his back as soon as he entered the room.

Letting out a long breath, Rong Ying stroked her chest, feeling that she had a better understanding of Sang Lin's ferocity.