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Rong Yuheng looked at him with eyes that tolerated the mentally handicapped, "Hanging the horn for a long time is a moment of silence on the public memorial day."

You Tianyu shook his head, wanted to say something but stopped, his hand shifted gears, and the car suddenly accelerated on the wide suburban road.

Rong Yuheng always felt that this scene seemed familiar, as if it happened in Lu Mingxuan's car too.

He frowned and questioned, "You seem to be rushing me to pass my birth."

You Tianyu looked perfunctory, "No, no..."

Rong Yuheng, "..." Tired, see through.

At a party, the two were melancholy.Rong Yuheng and You Tianyu were still puzzled when they parted, "Why doesn't our meeting end well every time?"

You Tianyu took a deep look at him from the driver's window,

"People have to learn to find problems from themselves."

Rong Yuheng nodded in relief, "I'm glad you can reflect on yourself."

You Tianyu, "..." He felt that his majesty as an elder brother had been completely swept away.

You Tianyu climbed up the car window and left in the dust - Rong Yuheng was good at everything, but he was not big or small.

The STAR—T group returned to the city directly by plane, departing in the morning and landing in the afternoon.Li Pour gave them a few days off to rest, and then arranged several album recordings and shootings.

After Rong Yuheng went back, he didn't go to find Wen Zezhen immediately, he remembered Rong Congyan's phone call before the tour.

He really hasn't been home for a long time.Two months of training camp, two months of touring, excluding the time spent traveling abroad and rehearsing during the period, the total is five months.

Rong Yuheng has a hurdle in his heart, whether he returns or not, it feels like a stick in his throat.

After thinking about it, he still called Rong Congyan. It was six o'clock in the afternoon on the weekend. Rong Congyan should be at home, and the phone rang twice before being picked up.

"Xiaoheng!?" Rong Congyan's voice sounded very excited, and even a little unbelievable.

Rong Yuheng's mood was a bit complicated... He almost thought he was a vegetable who had just woken up, "Brother."

Rong Congyan paused at the other end, and his voice became a little calmer, "What's the matter, what's the matter?" After he finished speaking, he felt that asking this question was not very friendly, as if he couldn't make a phone call if he had nothing to do.

Rong Congyan added another sentence, "Are you homesick?"

Rong Yuheng's heart fluctuated a little, he is a person whose emotions are easily touched, after hearing this, his small mouth slowly pouted.

"Hmph, no."

Rong Congyan didn't care, he just said, "Is the tour over, come back some time?"

Rong Yuheng was about to answer when he heard Rong Tianshen's voice on the other end of the phone.

"Cong Yan, who are you calling?"

Rong Yuheng's heart suddenly jumped, and he squeezed the phone tighter.

Rong Congyan turned his head and replied, "Dad, it's Xiao Heng."

Rong Tianshen was silent for two seconds, then said in a deep voice, "What is he calling back for? Since he doesn't have this family in his heart, then..."

"Dad—" Rong Congyan interrupted him tiredly, "Xiao Heng is still listening..."

Rong Yuheng on the other end of the phone instantly felt that the switch of the tear gland was snapped off - he was angry!He was hurt!

His tears are already in his eye sockets!

Rong Yuheng pressed loudly into the receiver, "Didn't you say "Welcome to Beijing", why do I feel that there is only cold rain!"

Before Rong Congyan could make up an excuse, the phone was hung up with a "click".

...Rong Congyan held the phone and turned to look at Rong Tianshen speechlessly, "Dad."

Rong Tianshen raised his eyelids to look at him, "Hmph, when did he come back?...Let me first say that I won't welcome him."

Rong Congyan, "..."

Forget it, he doesn't want to care about these two people anymore, tool people also have limits, and they can't stand the toss of this duo of duo.

This time Rong Yuheng really shed tears.

He huddled under the quilt with his weak self and cried loudly because of grievances—the sound insulation effect of the dormitory is not good, and for a while, the continuous ups and downs of crying directly penetrated the wall and echoed throughout the apartment!

The team members who were resting in their rooms were shocked at the same time: What happened to Rong Yuheng! ?

Huang Jianing was next to Rong Yuheng, he was the first to run out, poking at Rong Yuheng's bedroom door cautiously, "Yuheng?"

Bian Chen was also on the same floor, the second one came out, and patted the door roughly, "Are you caught by the zipper?"

The crying in the room stopped abruptly.

Huang Jianing, "..."

Bian Chen pushed the door open and went in.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Rong Yuheng wrapped himself up like a big cicada chrysalis, only two eyes and two nostrils were exposed, and there was a puddle of snot dripping from his nose, reflecting the light wetly.

Two people, "..."

It just so happened that Shan Qi and the others rushed over upon hearing the sound, and a group of people squeezed to the bedside to peel off the cicada chrysalis, "What's the matter, Rong Bao?"

Rong Yuheng was stripped out, and began to cry again, "My dad doesn't want me anymore—wow!!!"

Everyone, "..."

Rong Yuheng's family affairs are really complicated!

Everyone coaxed for an hour at a time, before Rong Yuheng stopped the noise transmission, and just nestled quietly to the side, sucking the snot water silently.

When everyone dispersed, he took out his cell phone.

His first reaction now was actually to find Wen Zecheng, as if the latter could give him a sense of security.

[Rong Yuheng]: Owner, what are you doing [Leopard cry.gif]

[Wen Zecheng]: Packing things at home, what's wrong?

[Rong Yuheng]: Can I come and see you now?

[Wen Zecheng]: I have a car, give me the address, and I will pick you up.

[Rong Yuheng]: You are so kind.

After Rong Yuheng sent Wen Zerong the address, he got up, washed his face, changed his clothes, and obediently retreated into the living room to wait for the owner's arrival.

His eye sockets were still red and swollen, as if he had been severely bullied.

Wen Zecheng will arrive in half an hour.

When Rong Yuheng was going out, he happened to meet Bian Chen, who frowned, "You don't want to go out to commit suicide, do you?"

Rong Yuheng felt that Bian Chen's mouth was created by the Creator to balance this too beautiful world.

He raised his head sternly, "I will definitely bring you along for such a good thing as suicide."

After he finished speaking, he closed the door with a "bang".

……

Bian Chen inside the door looked at the closed door for two seconds, then heaved a sigh of relief, smiled and turned back to the room.

The security of this community is very good, there are quite a lot of starlets living here, the paparazzi can't come in, and they are not afraid of being secretly photographed.

When Rong Yuheng went downstairs, he saw Wen Zecheng's car parked at the door. He trotted all the way to pull away the passenger seat, "Owner!"

Wen Zecheng leaned on the driver's seat, probably for the convenience of driving, with his sleeves rolled up on his forearms, revealing strong and beautiful muscle lines.

When he saw Rong Yuheng coming over, he was very happy in his heart, but when he raised his eyes, he met the latter's red eyes from crying, and his heart suddenly tugged.

"what happened?"

Rong Yuheng shook his head, closed the car door and lowered his head to pull on the seat belt, "It's okay."

Wen Zecheng felt uncomfortable.

He has never liked anyone before, and he always sees what people in love say, "My heart hurts when you cry", but he still can't understand it.But now it seems that I can feel it.

Wen Zezhen couldn't help but leaned over, and stretched his long arms over the seat belt to help him buckle it up.He didn't evacuate after buttoning it up, but kept such a close distance to look at Rong Yuheng carefully, "My eyes are swollen from crying."

Rong Yuheng didn't reject the sudden closer distance between the two, on the contrary, he felt more at ease in his heart.

"I'm a water hamster now."

Wen Zecheng couldn't help laughing, seeing that he didn't want to say anything, and didn't force him, he just stretched out his hand and pinched his earlobe, "Let's go, go to my house."

……

Along the way, Rong Yuheng gradually broke away from the sadness of being "abandoned by his father", and belatedly felt his earlobes burn.He reached out to touch it, and then realized that this was where Wen Zecheng had pinched it.

Rong Yuheng put down her hands, turned her head and looked out the window, "Do you live alone? Or do you mean that you kept another pet behind my back?"

Wen Zecheng thought of Wen Zhongyun at home, and said silently for two seconds, "I don't live alone, I even raised a goose."

Rong Yuheng's eyes widened instantly - he was talking casually, but he didn't expect that Wen Zerong really raised someone else!

He immediately squinted his eyes vigilantly, "What goose?"

Wen Zecheng saw his expression from the corner of his eye, and suddenly laughed, "I live with my dad, and he is also at home."

Rong Yuheng felt relieved, he was still a unique little pet.

But the next second he was a little nervous again, "Uncle is at home, will I disturb him?"

Wen Zecheng's hand holding the steering wheel froze for a second, "No."

Big White Goose likes your square dance very much, and dances to it for 10 minutes every day at home.

……

After half an hour's drive, the destination will arrive soon.

The environment and security of the community where Wen Zecheng lives is more regular. Although it is not a villa area, many rich people and celebrities have bought houses here.After he drove into the warehouse, he took Rong Yuheng directly upstairs by elevator.

Rong Yuheng grabbed Wen Zerong's sleeve, "It's my first time here, and I didn't even prepare a gift."

Wen Zecheng said, "No need." He came to his home to prepare some presents.

Wen Zecheng's house is on the eighth floor, one household per ladder.When the two got out of the elevator, Wen Zezhen opened the door and led them into the room, "Those blue shoes are for you."

Rong Yuheng was moved instantly: What kind of fairy breeder is this!

He had just slipped into his slippers when he heard a commotion in the living room.An old man in a Chinese-style robe poked his head out from the living room, "Er Ze is back—eh? He also brought a little doll back!"

Wen Zecheng stood beside Rong Yuheng changing his shoes, with one hand propped against the wall, as if he was surrounding him, "This is my dad."

Rong Yuheng hurriedly called out, "Hello, Uncle!"

In a few words, Wen Zhongyun had already run to the front of the porch, he was stunned for two seconds when he saw Rong Yuheng, then his eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand to fish the person from Wen Zecheng,

"Aren't you that little doll who dances in the square? Goose hehehehe...!"

Rong Yuheng didn't expect that Wen Zhongyun had watched her own square dance, and suddenly felt elated!

"It's me! Pukekekekekeke...!"

Wen Zhongyun, "It looks better in person than on the computer, hehehehe!"

Rong Yuheng, "Uncle, you are also very energetic, poke keke keke!"

Wen Zecheng, "..."

For a moment, a thought flashed through his mind: people's sorrows and joys are not connected, he only felt noisy.

A mixture of goose calls and hamster laughter echoed in the living room, Wen Zezheng's temples twitched, he couldn't bear it anymore, he picked up Rong Yuheng and turned him into the bedroom, "Let's go, don't you want to watch a movie?"

Rong Yuheng, "That's right, Kekeke!"

Wen Zhongyun, "What little movie to watch? Dad wants to too, goose goose goose!"

Wen Zecheng stopped and turned his head, "A young man's little movie."

Wen Zhongyun, "..."

After a while, the old artist silently retreated to the living room, "Then don't bother me, goose~"

Wen Zecheng pushed the confused hamster into the nest, and as soon as the door closed, the room returned to silence.

In the rare silence, the host and pet were relatively silent for two seconds, Wen Zerong was about to speak, when Rong Yuheng spoke with a complicated expression,

"So you made a small movie."

Wen Zecheng's throat moved, "No..."

Rong Yuheng solved the case independently, "No wonder there is no circulation in the market."

The author has something to say: Rong Yuheng: The road to becoming a god is really bumpy.