Raiders My Abstinence White Moonlight Coach

Song Yuran got into the car after correcting the license plate number.

The other party's residence was not very far from the city center, and he arrived in a short time.

It's just that the car can't enter the alley, so the two got out of the car and walked in.

The road was not easy to find, and finally the two stopped at the end of the alley.

The contact person stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

No one answered for a long time.

Pressed it again, still no one.

"Are you sure?" Song Yuran asked doubtfully.

The contact person glanced at the address again and nodded, "It should be right!"

Song Yuran frowned, subconsciously looked around.

The surrounding quietness is a bit outrageous.

The author has something to say: I deleted a scene where Coach Song rubs the cat. After meeting the parents, the two made out for the first time. But because of Yuran's injury and lack of preparation, it didn't go to the end, but the relationship went further.

☆, lost contact

Tang Yi immediately called his uncle when he got home, but fortunately Paul picked it up quickly, "Matteo?"

"Do you know about Brother Yuran going to Paris?" Tang Yi asked.

"Well, I know! I sent someone to pick it up."

"Oh..." Tang Yi felt relieved.

"Is there a problem?"

"No..." Tang Yi said quickly, "Then thank you, uncle!"

"polite!"

After hanging up the phone, Tang Yi felt less anxious. He went upstairs to the gym before today's training.

There are small lights on the floor of the gym about every one meter, forming a circle. What Tang Yi has to do today is to train his reaction ability and movement—to touch the lit lights.

Time always flies very fast when you are concentrating. Tang Yi finished training at seven in the evening, took a shower, and Robert was ready for dinner.

The bones of the fish have been picked out, the delicate texture melts in the mouth, and the taste is impeccable.

However, Tang Yi still missed Song Yuran a little bit, wanted to eat the food he cooked, and missed him sitting across from him.

"Oh..." Tang Yi sighed.

After the meal, he fed Sunny and Rainy, and wanted to play games on the sofa, but he still couldn't concentrate.

Tang Yi decided to go for a walk in the backyard.

The sun hadn't set yet, but had lost its power of day and was slanting tepidly through the bushes and down on the tennis court.

Tang Yi stepped on a few positions on the court aimlessly, and suddenly remembered the shadow of himself hugging Song Yuran before.

I don't know what Song Yuran is doing now?

Have you eaten yet?

Have you met anyone?

Do you know what you want to know?

And - is it good or bad?

Tang Yi started to worry again. He took out his cell phone, but there was no text message or call.

Is he still busy?

Miss him so much!

Tang Yi sat on the bench beside the court, the summer wind was blowing gently, the court alone was a bit deserted.

He sent Song Yuran a message: "Brother Yuran, is everything going well?"

5 minutes passed with no reply.

Half an hour, still nothing.

An hour later, Tang Yi became uneasy again.

At ten o'clock in the evening, he lay on the bed and called Song Yuran.

No one picked up.

Three consecutive calls were missed.

Tang Yi turned on her phone and was about to book a plane ticket, but suddenly realized that she didn't know where Song Yuran was at all.

He calmed down for a few seconds, then turned off the phone again.

Wait a little longer, maybe brother Yuran is tired today.

Just when Song Yuran and his contact person were about to leave, a disheveled man rushed out from nowhere. He hadn't run a few steps before he was pushed to the ground by three men in black following him.

"Help!"

It turned out to be Chinese!Song Yuran was stunned, and immediately realized that this person might be the one he was looking for.

"Stop!" Song Yuran walked up and said in English, "Please let go of this poor man."

"Please don't meddle in your own business!"

The Chinese looked up at Song Yuran, and hurriedly shouted, "Are you the one who is going to see me today? Are you?"

Song Yuran knew that he had guessed correctly as soon as he heard it, he blocked their way without hesitation, "Then can I ask a few questions first?"

The three men in black chatted in low voices for a while. Before they could speak, the Chinese shouted, "Are you Song Xichen's son? Your father is a good man! He..."

Before he could finish speaking, one of them covered his mouth.

Song Yuran clenched his fist slightly, frowned and said, "Please let him finish."

"Mr. Song." Another figure appeared in the alley, and this person, Song Yuran was familiar with - Tang Yi's uncle.

"Mr. Ritter." Song Yuran called out cautiously.

"What a coincidence!" Paul, wearing a dark blue suit, paced over unhurriedly.

Song Yuran was silent for a moment and said, "It seems that I may not need to confirm the identity of this person." He paused, "After all, Mr. Ritter is more caring than me."

Paul smiled: "Why don't we find a place to sit down and talk?"

"No need." Song Yuran raised his hand, "Let him finish first."

Paul spread his hands helplessly, "Alright then!" After saying that, he winked at the person next to him.

The middle-aged man took a few breaths, looked up at Song Yuran with complicated eyes: "Are you Xiaoyu?"

Song Yuran frowned and nodded, and the man continued, "It's the Ritter family! It's their family that killed your father!"

"!" Song Yuran was stunned for a moment, he subconsciously looked up at Paul, but the other's expression didn't change at all.

"Henry is the one who cooperated with the drug dealers!" The man continued, "Because they were at the end of the road, and there was nowhere to escape anyway, so Henry proposed to cooperate with your father to design the accident. Your father went out, but Henry pushed your father into a corner in order to save the drug dealer's son, and was finally burned alive in the factory fire."

Even though Song Yuran knew about his father's death long ago, his heart was still pierced, with blue veins showing on the back of his hands.

After a while, Paul opened his mouth. He looked at Song Yuran: "So do you want to find a place to talk now?"

On the roof of the tall building opposite, the telescope has a panoramic view of everything that happened here.

"Is your identity confirmed?" A cold voice came from the earphone.

"It's his son." The person lying on the roof replied in a low voice.

There was no sound from the other side.

"Do you want to start?"

"The old man is treacherous and cunning, let's observe again!"

"Yes."

Paul stroked the handle of the coffee cup and said with a smile: "The old man also wanted to protect your safety, so he didn't tell you the truth before."

"Protect me?" Song Yuran smirked, "You can just kill me too."

Paul shook his head: "Matteo, I may not be able to explain."

Hearing Tang Yi's name, Song Yuran's heart sank, and he remained silent.

Paul went on to say: "You should know that the last time you were in danger with him, it was the son who survived that year who wanted revenge, just because of what my father said to you that day."

"So he thought the old man was the one who killed his father," Song Yuran added, "Someone spread the word."

"Yes," Paul nodded, and then smiled again, "I didn't expect you to have not given up on the investigation."

Song Yuran shook his head, "It was also after that accident, because I was worried about Tang Yi." He looked into Paul's eyes, "I didn't expect this to happen."

"But you're really nice." Paul took a sip of his coffee, "You found that policeman so quickly."

Song Yuran looked at him coldly, "Isn't it still cut off by you?"

Paul narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Don't talk about it," he put down the coffee cup, and tapped his fingers on the table lightly, "As long as you act like this never happened and return to Matteo, we can protect you." Safety."

Song Yuran laughed, "What if not?"

Paul straightened his face: "We won't touch you, but that doesn't mean others won't touch you."

Song Yuran got up suddenly: "Thank you all! I don't trust anyone now."

"Song Yuran!" Paul called out to him.

And his cell phone rang at this moment, it was a text message from Tang Yi.

"Brother Yuran, is everything going well?"

Song Yuran's heart sank again.

In the morning, Tang Hui went out for a morning run as usual, and Tang Yi sat alone at the dining table. He didn't sleep well last night and had many dreams, but he didn't remember any of them when he woke up.

Robert brought the breakfast, Tang Yi was still staring at the phone in a daze.

"Young master, please have dinner."

......

Tang Yi remained silent.

"Little master?"

"Huh? What's the matter?" Tang Yi finally came back to his senses.

"Let's eat!"

"Oh..." Tang Yi sighed into the phone.

Robert observed his words carefully, and asked cautiously, "Have you not contacted Mr. Song yet?"

Tang Yi shook his head, his brows were full of worry.

Robert seemed to have made a big decision, he looked at Tang Yi: "Young master, there are some things that I might not be supposed to say."

Tang Yi's eyelids twitched again, and he looked at Robert.

Robert lowered his voice: "Does the young master know? The old man actually has a lot to do with the death of Mr. Song's father."

"It's been a long time ago..." Tang Yi raised his head suddenly, "What did you say? Isn't brother Yuran's father missing? Why did he die?"

Robert nodded: "It's dead, because of a decision made by your grandfather back then."

Tang Yi suddenly stood up: "Impossible! Grandpa won't lie!"

"The old man said it himself," Robert took out a recording pen from his pocket, "the two of them made the plan back then, but the old man had a deal with drug dealers and gave up in order to save a child Save Song Yuran's father."

"Nonsense!" Tang Yi almost flipped the table.

Robert played the recording, and Henry only said one thing, that he was going to Paris to find someone, but Tang Yi recognized that it was Grandpa's voice.

His heart was half cold.

"The person Mr. Henry is looking for is the person Mr. Song is going to meet this time," Robert continued, "Last week."

Tang Yi stood on the spot blankly. He felt that something was wrong, but he just couldn't tell.

Robert waited for him to calm down a little before continuing: "These are all given to me by my husband, saying... If you can't contact Mr. Song, I will tell you first depending on the situation."

Tang Yi's heart fell to the bottom.

In other words, Song Yuran might already know about it.

Three days passed in a flash, and Tang Yi came to the airport to pick up Song Yuran according to the previously agreed time.

He didn't sleep all night last night, and his grandfather couldn't be contacted all the time. After talking to his brother, it was just some useless comfort.

Tang Hui was worried about him, so he followed, and the two sat in the coffee shop.

Tang Yi stared at the endless stream of travelers without saying a word.

Families who are traveling are surprised to observe foreign airports.

There is a long-lost friend who reunites, throws down the suitcase and hugs.

Couples who met in different places kissed passionately in the crowd.

Pedestrians came and went, Tang Yi felt uneasy.

Finally, the flight landing reminder appeared on the big screen, and Tang Yi jumped out of the chair and ran to the pick-up gate.

Tang Hui looked at his younger brother in a panic and sighed, and followed.

A passenger came out, and Tang Yi looked around for a while, but he didn't see Song Yuran, so he hurried up and asked if it was that flight, and when he got a negative answer, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

After a while, another person came out, Tang Yi nervously stopped the first person and asked.

"Yes."

Tang Yi's heart rose, and he looked at the few people who were walking towards the exit.

The author has something to say: Can Tangtang still wait for his Coach Song?

☆, sorry

"Hey, isn't this Matteo?" someone whispered beside him.

"Matteo!" someone yelled, "It's Matteo!"

Tang Yi was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had been recognized.

"Matteo, I'm your fan!" Several young men and women gathered around, and someone took out a pen and notebook.

Tang Yi was surrounded in front of him, but he didn't have the leisure to sign autographs for the fans, so he was at a loss for what to do.

Tang Hui frowned, and walked over with the bodyguards.

"My God! Louis!" someone screamed.

Tang Hui squeezed into the crowd and brought his younger brother out, "Otherwise, go back to the car and wait!"

Tang Yi shook his head, still looking behind him.

Tang Hui hesitated for a moment, but looking at the crowd behind him, he couldn't help but lead his brother away.

In the end, Tang Yi still didn't find the person he wanted to wait for.

Even though he had expected it, Tang Yi still felt unbearable heartache, but he might do the same when he was in a different place, and he would have no way to face it.

The car was running smoothly, and the air pressure in the car was very low. Tang Hui looked at his frowning brother and didn't know what to do, so he hesitated to speak several times.

"I want to see Grandpa..." Tang Yi finally spoke to break the silence, and he still had a glimmer of hope.

Tang Hui couldn't bear to pour cold water on him, so he complied.

"I'll take you there when grandpa comes back."

In the Eden Hotel in Rome, Henry, accompanied by the old butler, took the elevator to the restaurant on the top floor.

The huge floor-to-ceiling windows and the windows on the top floor can directly view the night view of Rome.

There is only one person sitting in the corner of the empty restaurant, but after entering, you will find that there are at least 20 people guarding around.

The waiter greeted him: "Mr. Ritter, please come in."

Henry nodded slightly, followed the waiter and walked inside.

"Please, sir." The waiter did not follow up.

Hearing the sound, the man at the table turned around and saw a 25-year-old young man with dark brown hair and extremely fair complexion, a standard Italian appearance.

"Mr. Ritter." The man stood up, and stretched out his right hand in a neutral manner. On his exposed right wrist was a Patek Philippe, a style from 20 years ago.

"Mr. Rossi."

As soon as their hands touched, Henry sat down opposite him, and the old butler stood behind him.

The young man beckoned, and the waiter stepped forward and poured white wine for the two of them.

"Thank you."

The young man glanced at Henry, and spoke first: "I'm really sorry, after all I was young back then."

Henry didn't answer, just took a sip of the pre-dinner wine.

Rossi went on to say: "If you have done something that made the old man unhappy before, I hope you can forgive me."

"Hmm." Henry put down his glass.

"It's just..." Rossi hesitated for a moment, carefully observing Henry's expression, "I still can't fully trust Mr. Ritter..."

Henry sneered: "What? Do you think you can still pose a threat to me now?"

"No, no, no..." Rossi repeatedly denied, "Of course I can't do anything to the old man, but you said... this Matteo can't stay at home every day..." He rolled his eyes, "And As far as I know...he and Mr. Song..." He deliberately hesitated to speak, and looked at Henry meaningfully.

The traditional Caprese was served, and the old man picked up the knife and fork slowly.

"Mr. Ritter?" Rossi was a little impatient when he saw that the other party ignored him.

Henry still didn't respond until he finished eating. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin and put down his knife and fork.

"I think you should already know that I am also Mr. Song's 'father-killing enemy' now."

Rossi didn't leave his eyes for a moment, trying to see some clues, he laughed, "I'm still very grateful to Mr. for keeping his promise back then."

Today's starter was Lasagna. The restaurant in this hotel tasted great. Henry didn't continue talking, and the atmosphere in the restaurant dropped to freezing point.

Henry didn't speak again until the after-dinner wine was on the table: "Thanks, I've waited for so long, why is Mr. Rossi still refusing to come out to see me?"

The young man on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, and then smiled a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Ritter, what do you mean?"

Henry stretched out his finger and tapped his watch strap, "I remember that Mr. Rossi has a triangular birthmark on his right wrist," he looked up at the other person, "I don't know if Mr. Rossi had an operation? Or was it changed?"

A trace of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the Italian, "What are you talking about, sir?"

Henry looked into his eyes and knew it already, he stood up and put the napkin on the table, "As for the matter of Mr. Rossi and Mr. Song's father in your family, the Ritter family will never interfere, but..."

The young man also got up abruptly and glared angrily: "Since Song Xichen is dead, the revenge for killing our whole family will naturally fall on his son!"

"Oh," Henry said with a calm expression, "I hope to see the real Mr. Rossi next time."

Back in the car, the old butler asked, "Go directly to the airport?"

Henry nodded: "Well, let's go home."

"That..."

"They are still very cautious," Henry frowned, "How did they save a wolf back then?"

The butler took out his mobile phone and handed it to him, "Louis just sent a message saying that Matteo must see you."

Henry squeezed the space between his brows, looked out the window, "Tell him where Song Yuran is going."

"Yes."

Song Yuran's cell phone turned off from being unanswered. Tang Yi didn't get a good night's sleep for three days. As long as there was any movement, he would wake up instantly and run to the door.

Tang Hui watched him come back disappointed again and again, feeling pain in his heart, how could the heartless younger brother he grew up watching become like this?

Tang Hui increased his training, but Tang Yi's repeated distractions and mistakes made Tang Hui unbearable.

Another return ball went out of bounds, Tang Hui snatched the racket from Tang Yi's hand and dropped it to the ground, "Aren't you going to live without him!?"

The two coaches who were drinking water on the sidelines were taken aback.

Tang Yi was stunned for a moment, without replying, he bent down to pick up the racket, and then returned to the net to prepare.

Tang Hui grabbed him and pulled him to the sidelines, "If you are always like this, don't waste your time."

Seeing his younger brother standing there without saying a word, Tang Hui's heart was complicated.

The cicadas were singing one after another in summer, and the two brothers stood there for a quarter of an hour. Tang Hui finally relented and went forward to pull his arm to take him back to the house.

A drop of water landed on his bare forearm, Tang Hui froze for a moment.

Then came another drop, still carrying warm heat, but not sweat.

Tang Hui panicked, he hadn't seen his younger brother cry for more than ten years.

The truth is about to come out.

The phone rang, calling back Tang Hui's reason.

"The other party is still suspicious, please inform Matteo of Song Yuran's whereabouts."

Tang Hui's eyebrows were furrowed together in an instant, and his hands were tightly clutching the phone, did he have to take this step?

A flat voice said from his mouth: "Song Yuran is in Beijing."

Tang Yi raised his head abruptly, there was still a thin layer of tears in the red eye sockets, but the eyeballs were shining brightly.

"Grandpa said," Tang Hui explained, "If you want to find him, uncle will arrange for you..."

Tang Yi nodded sharply, "Brother..."

Until boarding the plane, Tang Yi, who only thought about seeing Song Yuran, finally calmed down. Was he running straight to confirm the truth?

Brother Yuran will find it ridiculous!

Did you see him say forgive me?Or forgive grandpa?

But how could it be forgiven?

Tang Yi buried his head in his arm, his heart was sore and astringent, he even had a fantasy, all of this was false.

Not knowing how to face him for the first time, Tang Yi felt a little desperate.

Under Henry's arrangement, Song Yuran was taken to a very secluded cemetery, where countless heroic spirits of warriors, including several anti-narcotics policemen, slept peacefully.

Their whole life can not let others know.

A wife never knows where her husband has gone?What to do?

The son never knows when his father will come home?How long can I stay?

And when they die, they cannot have a tombstone, a record, or even their own names.

Not many people came to pay homage, Song Yuran walked to a bare stone tablet, 20 years of wind and sun, left shallow marks on the stone tablet.

He finally met his father.

Song Yuran put his hand on the marble stele. The warm summer sun made the stele a little hot, and his eyes were also a little hot.

There are not many childhood memories about his father. Song Yuran only remembers the surprise when he saw him for the first time; he still remembers that he would not go home for a long, long time, and he would bring gifts every time he came back; and On the few outings he'll hold him above his head.

His father is a good man.

Song Yuran was finally at ease, and the pursuit for so many years had finally come to fruition.

Although it is expected that we will not see each other again, it is very satisfying to meet again here.

Song Yuran thought of Tang Yi again, it seemed that everything was a coincidence with him.

If this matter can be resolved smoothly this time, we must stay with him well.

The original plan was to go back to Berlin first, but he really couldn't face Tang Yi, and couldn't bear the sadness in those beautiful eyes.

He seemed to be able to imagine how sad Tang Yi must be now, did he lock himself in the room again?Did he go to practice all day and night again?

Did he accept the reason for his departure?

My heart hurts.

To make "bait" by himself, Song Yuran was already mentally prepared, and he only had one purpose, to protect Tang Yi.

Hope Henry's meeting with that person goes well, Song Yuran sighed.

Next, he didn't want to go at all.

Just as he was thinking, his phone vibrated.

"Tang Yi and Robert will be here tomorrow."

It seems that Henry's side is not going well. Song Yuran thumped the stone tablet helplessly. What kind of person, or a group of people, are they going to face?

The next day, Song Yuran arrived at the cemetery on good time.

Ten minutes later, Tang Yi arrived.

When Tang Yi stepped into this heavy and solemn place, he had already foreseen the result, but he insisted on going.

Even if there is only one ten-thousandth hope, he still wants to see him. He is betting that Song Yuran loves him.

What Tang Yi didn't know was that it was precisely because Song Yuran loved him that this was the result.

Because Song Yuran was already being targeted by the devil at this time.

The moment he saw Song Yuran's back, Tang Yi's heart jumped wildly. He was obviously a familiar person, but at this moment he seemed a little strange.

"Brother Yuran..." In the end, he spoke first, his voice a little hoarse, because of the hot weather, and also, being too nervous.

Song Yuran adjusted his mood and turned to look at him: "Tang Yi."

The two cold words made Tang Yi finally muster up the courage to run away, and he was a little speechless for a while.

The exhaustion of ten hours of continuous flying was clearly written on his face, the dark circles under the eyes, and the increasingly thin jaw. Song Yuran was heartbroken, but he still asked lightly: "What are you doing here?"

Tang Yi didn't realize it at all, and staggered backward unconsciously.

But Song Yuran saw it, and his hand almost passed his brain, and stretched out towards him, but immediately stopped in mid-air.

Tang Yi lowered his head, not noticing Song Yuran's small movements.

He did mental construction again, and then raised his head: "Brother Yuran..." His voice trembled, "I...know..." Tang Yi took another breath secretly, "But I still hope that you Can...can accept me..."

His pupils were filled with prayer light, Tang Yi didn't dare to look at the tombstone next to him, he knew it was Song Yuran's father, and he was full of guilt.

"I really... really like you..." The boy who used to be confident on the court used all his courage to support his confession.

Song Yuran looked at him trying not to bow his head, and felt extremely distressed.He wanted to rush up to hug him and tell him not to be sad, he wanted to hold his face and kiss him, tell him that he loved him too.

But not now.

Someone was watching them.

Song Yuran calmed down for a while.

"Sorry, I can't take it."

This sentence was so hard to utter that Song Yuran could hardly recognize his own voice.

The world seemed to have lost its voice, and all of Tang Yi's psychological construction collapsed in an instant.

He had never realized that the black pupils would be so cold when there was no warmth, and that kind of gaze made his heart feel completely cold.

He didn't know why he came, he didn't know what to say next, he didn't know how to leave.

All he knew was that his brother Yuran didn't want him anymore.

The feeling of grievance welled up in his eyes, he stared blankly at Song Yuran, tears fell down one by one uncontrollably.

The sad tears in his eyes hit Song Yuran's heart drop by drop, breaking his heart.

The author has something to say: Tangtang is so sad T^T

☆, wake up

Song Yuran could no longer stare at him, he turned his head to face the tombstone.

After a while, Song Yuran suppressed the sobs in his voice, "Go back." These four words were indifferent.

"it is good."

Tang Yi replied in a low voice. He turned around and was about to leave. When he was going down the steps, his legs gave way and he almost fell down. Robert grabbed him and said, "Young Master!"

Returning to the hotel in a daze, Tang Yi fell asleep, and when he woke up again, the lights were already on outside the window.

He was stunned for a full 5 minutes before he realized that it was already night and he was in Beijing in order to see Song Yuran.

His heart throbbed.

"Robert!" Tang Yi called out, but no one answered outside the door.

"Robert!"

Still no one.

Tang Yi got off the bed, still suffering from jet lag, he pushed open the bedroom door, and the living room outside was empty.

He went to another bedroom, the door was open but no one was there, and Robert went nowhere.

"Alas..." Tang Yi sighed and sat on the sofa, the quartz clock clicked, and the memory from the first meeting with Song Yuran flashed into his mind.

Being hit by his tennis ball, growing up following his footsteps, becoming his student, and becoming a lover with him, the wedding is like a dream.

From the US Open to Wimbledon, the one-year period expires, and it is time to wake up from the dream.

In the middle of the night, the door lock rang, and Tang Yi was startled and subconsciously rushed to the door, but it was Robert who came back, and he sat back down again.

Robert's complexion was not very good. As soon as he looked up, he saw Tang Yi on the sofa. He hurried over and bent down to look into his eyes: "Young master, do you know where Song Yuran has gone?"

This question stopped Tang Yi.

Only then did Robert realize his gaffe, and quickly stood up, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

"Brother Yuran left again?" Tang Yi suddenly laughed at himself, "Is he afraid that I will go to him again tomorrow?"

Tang Hui picked up his younger brother who was returning home at the airport, and he didn't seem to be unusual at all, and he didn't dare to ask any more questions, so he took him home directly.

Tang Yi canceled the trip to Cincinnati in August, and then canceled the training plan for this week.

He put on comfortable and soft pajamas and sat in front of the piano, playing his favorite Beethoven, while Sunny lay beside him and listened.

His fingertips were flying between black and white, his expression was too calm, Tang Hui even felt for a moment that his brother might give up tennis.

Fortunately, Tang Yi resumed training a week later.

"Do you want to participate in the US Open?" Tang Hui asked cautiously, after all, this was the beginning of him and Song Yuran.

"En." Tang Yi didn't hesitate.

After changing coaches, it was a rather difficult period of adjustment, especially when Tang Yi always refused inexplicably.

But he still worked hard to adjust his mentality and train in the best state.

Except sometimes unconsciously distracted.

When he passed by the door of Song Yuran's bedroom; when he went to the kitchen to make tea and saw the black tea that Song Yuran bought just before; when he was sitting at the table eating.

Song Yuran was everywhere.

The sweltering heat of summer arrives in August with low air pressure and gloomy skies.

It was another serve training, and Tang Yi failed to serve the desired position three times in a row.

"Are you distracted again?"

Song Yuran's voice suddenly came from behind him.

Tang Yi turned around abruptly, but there was no one there.

After serving ten more balls in a row, Tang Yi still didn't serve a serve that satisfied him. Tang Yi couldn't help but dropped the racket to the ground, and he hit it hard twice until the face of the racket bent.

The "lucky racket" that used to have Song Yuran's name on it is no longer in hand.

Seeing that the beat was damaged, Tang Yi suddenly felt distressed, and he hurriedly removed the hand glue with his name written on it.

"Song Yuran"

The three words were soaked in sweat and blurred. He held it to his heart, kneeled on the ground with his knees bent, and couldn't help sobbing while pressing his aching heart.

There was a flash of lightning, a muffled thunder, and big raindrops fell.

An umbrella was propped over Tang Yi's head, he even forgot that Frank would come home today.

Frank didn't know the twists and turns, he only knew that Song Yuran dumped his best friend.

The boy waved the spoon in his hand in outrage, scolding Song Yuran for being irresponsible.

Tang Yi held the coffee cup to see his angry look, and finally couldn't help showing a smile.

Frank saw him show his face, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and patted him on the shoulder: "Matteo, you don't have to be sad for him, I can introduce you to a boyfriend!"

Tang Yi almost spit out his coffee, and he coughed for a long time, Frank quickly picked up the napkin next to him and handed it to him.

"No, no, no!" Tang Yi waved his hand anxiously.

"Well..." Frank was silent for a while, "God told us that the best way to get out of a relationship is to start the next one right away!" He folded his arms and looked serious. Before Tang Yi could answer, he went on Said, "Don't worry, I will definitely find you a better one!"

Tang Hui frowned when he heard it, what a mess!

Half a month later, Henry did receive the expected call. The old housekeeper brought up the phone, and the voice on the phone was annoyed: "Where did you hide Song Yuran?"

"The Ritter family will never interfere." Henry sipped his tea leisurely.

"Fart!" There was a swear word on the phone.

Henry frowned, it was ugly.

"In this world, except for you, the old man, who wants to hide people, how can I not find anyone?"

Henry took another sip of his tea, but didn't respond.

"After all, what do you want from me?" The man on the opposite side took a breath and sarcastically said, "After all, there is still the grace of life back then, right?"

Henry deliberately waited for two seconds before he said leisurely: "Paris and Barcelona."

"Oh!" There was a sneer on the phone, "You are so greedy!"

Henry continued to remain silent.

"Okay, choose one of the two."

Henry seemed to hesitate: "Barcelona."

"make a deal."

"What about the time?"

"October, I have to make arrangements here too," the man thought for a while, then smiled, "Those who don't know really think you've been cleansed a long time ago! But the business on this line is really good Do!"

Henry didn't pick up his words, but asked instead: "Mr. Rossi won't send me another fake this time, will he?"

Laughed on the phone.

At the end of August, the US Open officially started, and tennis stars gathered in New York again.

Reporters from all walks of life have long heard about the termination of the contract between Tang Yi and Song Yuran.