Rong Jincheng took a big sip of beer, oh, this, and this stubble. [No pop-ups. 】

"Tell me how you taught me."

"Rong Shao, I told you, don't tell others, if you let others know about this, it's a crime." The voice on the other end lowered, "I have a friend who works as a nurse in the hospital, and when I asked her to change the potion for Han Yun, I secretly added something that stimulates the cranial nerves to the medicine. In other words, when the drug is attacked, the head will hurt very much, and the pain will be so painful that I want to die. ”

"How about it, Rong Shao, I'm smart, right? It's not a wound or a disability, but it's painful. It can be a very good lesson! There was a triumphant voice on the other end, "But don't worry, Rong Shao can't find out this thing, and the validity period won't be too long, only a month at most." ”

"This month, it can be said that life is better than death, haha." The other laughed, "Guaranteed to make him unforgettable!" ”

"If you dare to provoke us and tolerate less, you have to teach us a good lesson."

Rong Jincheng turned on the speakerphone, drinking wine while listening to the voice coming from the other end.

Overhead, the night sky was still pitch black, and there was no end in sight.

Black pressed in one piece.

The air is still silent.

"Rong Shao, how about it, you have a word, praise and praise me, and it is not in vain that I am busy for half a day, and I am at the risk of breaking the law. Also, if you tell me the location, you don't talk to each other, you have to be honest. ”

There was a chattering voice, and Rong Jincheng's throat was full of the smell of beer, and he didn't want to speak.

The eyes that are radiant and always full of vitality on weekdays have lost their luster at this time, and they can't see a little light.

It's like the sky outside.

Black and oppressive, gloomy and endless.

"Hey, Rong Shao, Brother Rong, Master Rong, have you hung up the phone? Hey, no."

No matter how the other end spoke, Rong Jincheng remained motionless, and his eyes fell on the glass skylight above his head.

After a long time, I couldn't hear Rong Jincheng's voice on the other end, so I had to ask with concern: "Brother Rong, are you okay?" ”

Rong Jincheng still didn't speak, so he had to spread his hands and hang up the phone.

Isn't this in vain? He also wanted to curry favor with Rong Jincheng.

Rong Jincheng closed his eyes and shook his chair.

Amid the smell of beer and the shaking, sleepiness gradually set in.

I don't know how long later, the bottle slipped out of his hand, fell to the ground with a "thud", and he fell asleep.

It's still raining.

The faint sound of rain can be heard here, like a lullaby, making people drowsy.

The rainy night is cold, and the spring is late.

In his dream, Rong Jincheng seemed to dream that when he was very young, life at that time was not life at all for him.

He only remembered the white eyes of many people and the life of destitute poverty.

The happiest thing seems to be that his mother takes him out to play.

Trees, rivers, insects and birds, his mother could only take him to see them.

But that's enough.

It's been a long time, and even the dream has begun to blur after a long time, and many details are no longer remembered.

How can the years be so quiet.

In the huge swimming pool pavilion, Rong Jincheng was the only one, and the soft light shone on his face, glowing with shallow light.

The light stretched his shadow very long, and the light and shadow were intertwined, and it was all lonely.

The cold rain has not stopped, and there is only boundless silence everywhere, like an ocean, with no end in sight.