Raiders My Abstinence White Moonlight Coach

No, since when did Song Yuran like desserts? Tang Yi frowned.

The woman elegantly squeezed the champagne glass and laughed at Yan Yan.

Although Song Yuran seemed to be responding politely, it still made Tang Yi a little upset.He was about to go over when the phone vibrated in his hand.

Tang Yi opened it and took a look. It was a text message from my little uncle.

"Come out now, I'll wait for you at the backyard bar."

作者有话要说：下周一见哦~感谢在2020-04-2916:33:48~2020-05-0113:58:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottles of falling into the drunken forest;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

☆, uncle

There is a semi-outdoor bar in the backyard of the resort, but because of today's reception, there are no people at the moment.

Tang Yi hadn't been here for a while, and it was night again, so he had to go around for a long time before finding the place.

A shiny little Christmas tree is placed at the door, and the colored lights extend from the flower fence at the door to the lake.It was only then that Tang Yi remembered that it seemed that Christmas was coming.

A person was sitting on a chair by the round table by the lake, wrapped in a black coat, with a glass of Mojito in front of him.

"Little uncle!" Tang Yi walked over and sat down opposite him, "What do you want from me?"

The man on the opposite side raised his head and saw a face that was 70.00% similar to Tang Yi's, except that he was blond and blue-eyed, and his eye sockets were more sunken.

"You still ask me what I want from you?" Paul stretched out his hand and pinched Tang Yi's nose, "In previous years, he would come to me as soon as he came, but this year I have to send a text message to invite you?"

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts..." Tang Yi grabbed the man's hand, "I was wrong, I was wrong, okay!"

Paul let go of him, and looked at him tentatively: "Are you here with your friends this time?"

"It's the coach." Tang Yi corrected by rubbing the tip of her nose.

The man was silent for a while, but he said it directly: "I suggest you keep a distance from him." The uncle's tone was serious, without any hint of joking.

Tang Yi was a little surprised: "Why?"

Pual said in a deep voice, "I noticed that someone seems to be checking on me recently." He looked up into Tang Yi's eyes, "My people took a photo that day, after processing and identifying it, I suspected it was Song Yuran."

"!?" Tang Yi couldn't believe it.

Paul handed him the phone: "It's just right, you can check it for me too."

Because it was a sneak shot taken by a mobile phone at night, the light pixels are very poor. After some processing, two people can be seen standing at the corner of the street, but it is still blurry.

Tang Yi seemed relieved, and pointed at the person whose back was facing the camera: "Little uncle, you are too unclear! You can't tell whether this person is male or female!"

Paul took a sip of his wine: "My good nephew, this person is the one checking me out, and I need you to confirm that it's the person opposite him."

"But that person is almost blocked!"

Paul reached out and enlarged the picture: "Shoes."

It is the brand endorsed by Song Yuran.

"But others may wear it too!"

Paul tapped the screen with his index finger: "Did you see this? Is it Song Yuran's name logo?"

Just at the junction of the blocked and exposed, there is a faint S exposed.

Tang Yi almost went blind: "But it's not clear! And it might be his fan."

Paul took back his phone and looked at him helplessly: "Did he ask to be your coach?"

"Yes."

Paul continued: "And he didn't make any salary demands."

"Well... yes..." Tang Yi thought for a while, "But it was my mother who talked to him later."

Paul sighed: "Then what do you say he is for?"

Tang Yi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly remembered that he had asked Song Yuran a similar question.

He remembered Song Yuran's answer back then.

Tang Yi said in a deep voice, "Okay, I see."

"then you..."

"I trust him." Tang Yi stood up.

Paul helplessly raised his forehead: "Oh... my good boy, you don't want to..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a voice not far away.

"Tang Yi?"

Tang Yi recognized Song Yuran's voice immediately, and he looked up.

The moment Song Yuran saw him, he had already walked towards him.

"Tsk," Paul took a look, "you followed me so quickly."

Tang Yi looked at his uncle: "Uncle, then I'll go first!"

He was a little worried, if the little uncle asked Song Yuran to confront him directly, brother Yuran would be very sad.

"Brother Yuran!"

Tang Yi hurriedly pushed the chair away and was about to go there, but he pushed down the colored lights wrapped around the legs of the chair. In a hurry, his feet were entangled in the colored lights. He wanted to shake off annoyedly, but subconsciously took a step back but stumbled. on the steps by the lake.

"Ah!" Tang Yi tilted his weight and fell into the lake.

"Matteo!" Paul stood up abruptly, "Oh my God! Come on! Matteo can't swim!

As he fell into the water, the colorful lights were also brought down, and the string of connected chair potted plants fell down.And because the colored lights fell into the water and the wires were short-circuited, the entire lakeside was instantly dark.

"Tang Yi!" Song Yuran was shocked, ran over in a few steps, took off his coat and jumped into the lake.

The whole thing went so fast that Paul could hardly see clearly.

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed again.

The pitch-black lake water rushed towards Tang Yi's head in an instant.

The light completely disappeared, and the voices of my uncle and Song Yuran were also cut off, only the icy cold lake water and the faint sound.

Tang Yi's feet desperately tried to break free from the shackles of the colored lights, but unexpectedly they became more and more tightly entangled.

The memory of falling into the swimming pool as a child rushed over, and the fear in the darkness was magnified infinitely. Tang Yi was frightened for a moment, and he choked on water.

Suddenly a hand grabbed his arm, and he was pulled into an embrace. After a while, he finally breathed fresh air again.

"Don't move!" A deep voice rang in his ear.

Tang Yi suddenly felt relieved.

Song Yuran hugged him from behind and sent him to the shore.

The surrounding security guards had already run over, and everyone hurriedly dragged Tang Yi up.

Tang Yi sat on the ground dripping wet and started coughing violently.

Song Yuran put his hands on the shore, stretched out his hand to brush his hair, picked up his coat and walked towards Tang Yi.

"Brother Yuran...cough cough cough..." He was still worried about Song Yuran and wanted to crawl over.

"What are you going to do?" Song Yuran squeezed into the crowd and squatted down, pulled him over, put the coat on him, and tore off the colorful lantern wrapped around his feet.

Tang Yi looked up at him, Song Yuran's expression was still a little nervous, Tang Yi felt relieved the moment he met his eyes, and then shivered subconsciously.

Song Yuran also heaved a sigh of relief, seeing how embarrassed and worried he was, his heart was touched.He reached out and patted his back lightly, helped him up, put the belt in his arms, and asked in a low voice, "Is it cold?"

Tang Yi's ears turned red all of a sudden, "No...cough...cough..." He shook his head.

Song Yuran followed his back again.

"Song Yuran." Paul said suddenly, "Let's talk if we have time?"

Song Yuran paused.

"Little uncle," Tang Yi turned to look at Paul at this moment, his voice was a little trembling, but it was extremely tough, "Brother Yuran...cough cough...he cough cough...need to change clothes , also need to rest!"

Paul froze for a moment, he immediately understood what Tang Yi meant.

Since he was a child, he loved this little nephew the most, but now it was the first time that Tang Yi was so pissed at him. Paul frowned and didn't say anything.

"Let's go..." Tang Yi tugged at Song Yuran's cuff.

Song Yuran vaguely felt that something was wrong, and he turned slightly to face Paul: "It's a little late today, and Tang Yi doesn't have a game this month. If it's convenient for Mr. Ritter, we can make an appointment again."

Tang Yi clenched his fingers nervously.

Paul glanced at Tang Yi next to him and nodded, "Okay, then I'll trouble you to take care of Matteo."

Song Yuran nodded slightly: "Then see you another day."

Watching the two go away, Paul frowned. He took out his mobile phone and sent a few messages.

Along the way, Tang Yi was shivering from the cold, and Song Yuran would hug him even tighter.As a result, Tang Yi didn't dare to raise his head until he returned to the room.

Although he also wanted to stay in Song Yuran's arms for a while longer, but he was worried that Song Yuran would catch cold, so he whispered "Thank you" to Song Yuran, and then quickly got into the bathroom of his room and lay down in the bathtub.

The warm water wrapped his body, Tang Yi finally recovered, turned his stiff head around, and began to recall what his uncle said today.

Yes, Song Yuran does sometimes go out alone, but he has friends all over the world.

those shoes...

Tang Yi looked up at the ceiling, he had several pairs of this logo style.

He began to be a little thankful for falling into the water, otherwise he really didn't know how to stop his uncle's behavior.

Immediately afterwards, he remembered Song Yuran's nervousness and his arms tightly holding him, and his heart that had just calmed down was filled with a sika deer again.

Song Yuran stood under the shower head and meditated, the bathroom was steaming.

It seems that Paul has been aware of his actions in the past half month, and Tang Yi's reaction just now is obviously what Paul said to him.

Song Yuran lowered his head, hot water trickled down his black hair.

So how much did Paul really know?What did he tell Tang Yi again?

Song Yuran frowned, and he lowered the water temperature a bit.

Tang Yi's anxious look just now came to his mind again, as well as his strong words.

After being watered by the lake water in winter, that precious seed germinated in his heart, and Song Yuran's heart was in turmoil.

When Tang Yi changed his clothes and went downstairs, Song Yuran had already placed the dinner brought by the waiter on the table.

Song Yuran was setting the knife and fork: "Didn't you eat much tonight?"

"Hmm..." Tang Yi came over and sat down.

Song Yuran just brought a piece of cake, Tang Yi somehow remembered the woman who was talking to Song Yuran in the dessert area.

Song Yuran sat down opposite him.

"Who is that woman?" Tang Yi didn't realize that his tone was a little sour.

One sentence stunned Song Yuran, "Who?"

Tang Yi was stunned, then felt that he had slipped his words, picked up a fork and ate a mouthful of salad to cover up: "Oh, it's nothing..."

But Song Yuran remembered: "You mean Marry?" Song Yuran poured him a drink, "Isn't she one of your sponsors?"

"Huh?" Tang Yi frowned, not remembering.

Song Yuran went on to say, "Don't you like that strawberry cheesecake? I met her when I was going to get it for you." He glanced at Tang Yi, "She said she is your big fan."

Tang Yi's eyes widened in surprise, he only heard the first half of Song Yuran's sentence, completely ignoring the second half.

"So it's...Give, me, take, cake!" He repeated in his heart, the sweet taste lingering in his heart.

Song Yuran watched his expression change and found it very interesting. He glanced at Tang Yi's salad, and put the small bowl of extra croutons on his side.

"Ah, thank you!" The croutons in the Caesar salad are also Tang Yi's favorite food.

After the meal, there was no difference in the atmosphere between the two of them. Song Yuran almost doubted his own speculation, but if Paul didn't know something, what would he talk to himself about?

As for Tang Yi, since all his thoughts were on Song Yuran, how could he doubt him?

Before going to bed, he took the cold medicine that Song Yuran brought into the bedroom, and Tang Yi fell asleep blissfully.

Early the next morning, Dang Tang Yi got up in a daze and came downstairs.

A strange man in a suit and leather shoes was standing in the living room, while his brother and Song Yuran were sitting on the sofa.

The man spotted Tang Yi standing on the stairs, and saluted respectfully: "Morning, young master! I am the housekeeper specially assigned to you by Mr. Ritter, and I also work as a bodyguard and servant. You can ask me for any request."

Tang Yi rubbed his eyes, turned around and walked to the bedroom. Was it the way he got up wrong?

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small theater:

@宋小鱼: "Ah Brother Song's suit photo! This waist! These legs! I passed out! [Picture] [Picture]"

Reply: "Ahhhhhhhhhhh what a waist [saliva]"

Reply: "Shut up the saliva upstairs!"

@: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Re: "OMG! THIS ASS!"

Reply: "Where can I look upstairs, please let me have a look. [狗头]"

@诗词歌诗: "@宋小鱼@甜甜一糖: "Did you notice the color of the tie?Tangtang's is black, Songge's is dark brown.It's their opponent's hair color! ! ! "

Reply: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Reply: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

☆, shadow

Tang Yi glanced at his uncle's text message again: "Robert can help you with anything! Ps: If you are still not satisfied, uncle, I have no choice but to put down my work and go live with you for a while. [Smiling face]"

Tang Yi slammed the phone on the table and looked up at his "new housekeeper".

Tang Hui didn't know what happened at all, and asked his younger brother curiously: "Why does my uncle care about you so much all of a sudden?"

Tang Yi rolled his eyes at him, then sneaked a look at Song Yuran.

Song Yuran naturally knew that this person must have been sent to monitor him, so he didn't say anything, but just looked at Tang Yi.

Finally Tang Yi sighed and nodded in agreement.

After eating at noon, the three said goodbye to Grandpa Henry and prepared to go home.

Mr. Ritter hugged his two grandchildren: "Come on next year!"

"Good grandpa!" Tang Yi was full of energy, and by the way, he gave his brother a provocative look.

The corner of Tang Hui's mouth twitched, and he just stretched out his hand to smooth his brother's hair.

The old man smiled cheerfully, and added: "Come to Grandpa's place when you have time!" Then he turned his eyes to Song Yuran, "Coach Song can come too!"

Song Yuran was called and nodded politely.

The three of them said goodbye to their grandfather and got in the car.

Henry watched the three leave, then turned to his butler and asked, "Is there any news from France?"

The old butler replied respectfully: "Not yet."

On the night of returning home, Tang Yi devoted himself to training.

After a simple warm-up, Song Yuran began to train him on hitting small balls in front of the net.

Song Yuran stood at a fixed position and threw the ball. Tang Yi returned the ball with a forehand or a backhand, replayed the ball or pushed deep.

Tang Yi concentrated on aiming at the ball in Song Yuran's hand, hitting the ball repeatedly to form muscle memory.

During their training, Robert stood on the sidelines and stared at Tang Yi intently.

The five hundred strokes were over and the two rested.

Tang Yi couldn't bear it anymore and walked towards Robert: "Can you stop following me?"

Robert smiled slightly: "Mr. said that you must follow the young master at all times."

"Then you have to follow me when I sleep and go to the toilet!?" Tang Yi said angrily.

Robert shook his head: "Oh, no, you don't have to follow the young master's private time."

Tang Yi thought for a while: "Okay, now is also my private time, go away!"

"Huh? What is this?"

"This is my private practice time!!!" Tang Yi folded his arms, "Outsiders can't watch it! Who knows if it will reveal anything!"

"This..." Robert was about to refute but was interrupted by Tang Yi.

"I said yes!" Tang Yi stared at him, "No refutation!" He thought for a while and added: "Also, don't always be 'Mr', 'Mr'! It's useless to use him to suppress me !"

"..."

"Go! Go!" Tang Yi didn't wait for him to answer, "Oh, by the way, can you prepare a supper for us?"

"...uh... ok." Robert agreed.

"Hmph, let's do something now!"

Tang Yi watched Robert walk away, and finally felt relieved.

"Come here, drink some water and rest!" Song Yuran looked at him with a suppressed smile.

"Here we come!" Tang Yi took a step closer and took the towel thrown by him.

"Don't embarrass others too much."

"En!" Tang Yi wiped the sweat off his face and nodded obediently.

Song Yuran shook his head with a smile, handed him the water, turned around and opened another bottle of water.

Tang Yi was standing behind him.

The lighting of the stadium paints the shadows of the two on the field.

Tang Yi looked down at the shadow behind him and frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

He quietly tilted his body in Song Yuran's direction, and the shadow leaned over.

"!" Tang Yi took a peek at Song Yuran, as if he didn't notice his small movements behind him at all.

So, Tang Yi turned around boldly, and stretched out his hands forward.

Under the light, his shadow just hugged Song Yuran's shadow!

Tang Yi couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

As everyone knows, another street lamp left the shadows of the two of them in another direction.

Although there were only faint traces and the angle was a bit off, it faithfully presented his movements under Song Yuran's feet.

Just when Tang Yi was about to put his head up, Song Yuran turned around suddenly.

"Ah... It feels like the temperature has picked up a bit tonight!" Tang Yi nonchalantly grabbed the towel around his neck and wiped his forehead again.

"Really?" Song Yuran looked at him.

"Ah...well, let's continue!" Tang Yi was stared terrified, walked towards the chair by the sidelines, and put down the towel and water bottle.

"Hmm..." Song Yuran finally withdrew his eyes, "Let's practice the cross step again!"

"it is good."

In the evening, Tang Yi went back to the bedroom without taking a bite of supper.

Tang Hui looked at Song Yuran with question marks on his face.

Unexpectedly, Song Yuran also left without eating.

"Ah... oh my god..." Tang Yi lay on the bed and recalled his idiotic behavior today, and now his face became hot.

"But what to do?"

He seemed to have thought of something, took out his phone and opened the long-sealed Weibo, thought for a while, and posted a Weibo of himself: "I like someone, what should I do?"

He has been in Song Yuran's fan circle for a long time, and he often has some professional analysis, and there are thousands of mutual fans.

After a while, a reply popped up: "@宋哥的小妹妹: Is the blogger expressing his love for Song Ge? [Funny]"

Seeing this reply, Tang Yi almost rolled off the bed in fright.

How did you guess it was Song Yuran?

He nodded with trembling hands, and then looked at the reply below: "I like him very much too!"

"Oh..." Tang Yi realized that it didn't mean that.

Tang Yi then scrolled down: "@宋哥不起16冠不改志: The blogger hasn't appeared for a long time, I thought he had lost his fan. [Laughing]"

"How could it be!" Tang Yi thought to himself.

One more reply: "@送甜甜天: Then go after it!"

Tang Yi's heart moved, and he replied: "I would like to ask how should I chase him?"

"@送糖甜甜: Wow! It turns out that there is someone I really like! By the way, I quite like bloggers!"

Tang Yi paused for a moment with her fingers, and the reply came again: "@送糖甜甜: Haha blogger, don't mind! I'll give you a trick [laughing] If you want to catch her heart, you must first catch her heart Stomach. [dog head]"

Tang Yi read it again, but didn't understand.

He asked again: "What do you mean?"

"@送糖甜甜:??? The blogger is joking, right? Just make delicious food for her!"

"Oh oh oh..."

Tang Yi thought about it carefully, and Song Yuran was very good at cooking, so now he couldn't eat the food made by his aunt at home.

Hmm...seems very reasonable.

Tang Yi's fingers flew like flying: "Okay! Thank you!"

@送糖甜天: "Hey blogger, remember to update the progress!"

Early the next morning, Tang Yi finally got up after pressing five alarm clocks.

It was just dawn when he stood in the kitchen.

The reason why it is so early is that I am worried that if I fail the first time, I can do it a few more times.

First came the omelette.

Tang Yi first poured some oil into the pot, turned on the fire, and then took out two eggs from the refrigerator.

Because it was a big fire, the oil heated up quickly, and he cracked the eggs into the pot with a crackling sound.

Tang Yi picked up the spatula, he thought about it, Song Yuran likes to eat the kind that is fried on both sides and the egg yolk is soft.

However, he couldn't shovel it up.

When he finally turned it over, it was almost black.

Tang Yi sighed, and decided to take out the plate first, but when he took the plate, he lost his mind, and the plate fell to the ground with a "slap" and broke.

Looking at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, Tang Yi collapsed and knelt down to pick them up.

"Master?" Robert's voice came from above his head.

"..."

Then it became Robert cooking, and Tang Yi humbly studied on the sidelines.

"Keep the fire low," Robert said while demonstrating, "Use this shovel to fry eggs."

Tang Yi nodded.

"Next, cut the bread and put it in the oven." Robert was skillful.

"Ah."

"How much bacon do you need?"

"That's enough." Tang Yi pointed.

"Well, it can be fried in butter."

"En." Tang Yi almost took out his small notebook.

"Help me get the plate!" Robert pointed to the cupboard.

"it is good."

"Slow down and don't fall again!"

"..."

Tang Yi held the plate, and Robert put the breakfast plates separately.

"Wow!" Tang Yi admired from the bottom of his heart, and at the same time, his perception of Robert was greatly improved, "Robert, you are amazing! You can really do everything!" He walked out of the kitchen holding a plate.

Tang Yi who had just walked to the door saw Song Yuran who had just come downstairs.

"Brother Yuran! Come and have breakfast!" Tang Yi put the plate on the dining table, "It's me...I helped make it haha!" He said and glanced at Robert.

Robert was also very discerning at the moment, and immediately agreed: "Yes, the young master helped a lot."

Song Yuran walked over directly.

Tang Yi was a little flustered: "But after I learn it, I can do it myself in the future!"

"Well," Song Yuran patted Tang Yi's shoulder and said with a smile, "I have to learn, and I can make it for girls I like in the future."

"I..." Tang Yi choked.

Song Yuran sat down, and Tang Yi pulled out the chair and sat opposite him.

"I don't have a girl I like, I..." Tang Yi's tongue suddenly became knotted.

"Well, hurry up and eat, rest for a while and train."

"Hmm..." Tang Yi lowered his head, feeling a little depressed.

After a while, Song Yuran suddenly said, "Don't go to bed so late in the future." He paused, "It's still so early."

Tang Yi froze for a moment.

"Yeah!" The emotion came back immediately.

After breakfast, Tang Huichen ran back and brought back Song Yuran's inspection and analysis report by mail.

Tang Yi quickly checked the mailbox, and Dr. Müller's analysis report and electronic version of the operation suggestion plan were also sent over.

After he replied thanking him, he opened the surgical advice program directly.

Song Yuran simply looked at the inspection and analysis report.

Tang Yi remembered that Song Yuran did not agree to the operation in December last time, but he still wanted him to have the operation as soon as possible.

Tang Yi handed the suggestion to Song Yuran, and glanced at him: "Brother Yuran..."

"Let's talk about it in a year." Song Yuran didn't answer, but interrupted him directly.

"..."

Tang Yi persevered: "Brother Yuran, let's talk..."

Song Yuran looked at him silently, with a complicated expression.

Tang Yi continued to probe: "Then let's take a step back, half a year?"

Song Yuran seemed to think about it, and said in a deep voice, "At least get a grand slam."

"!?" Tang Yi was taken aback.

"What? Can't it be done?"

"Okay!" Tang Yi's eyes were firm, "Brother Yuran, don't deny it when the time comes!"

"Ah."

After another day of training, Tang Yi almost collapsed on his bed from exhaustion.

For some reason, he felt that not only did his breakfast not bring the distance between the two of them closer, but it seemed to push them away?

Tang Yi opened Weibo again, and there were already a series of replies, basically "eat melons", and some small suggestions.

That "Send Tang Tiantian" was also asking how it was.

Tang Yi replied to her: "Maybe it's a failure!"

The reply came quickly: "@送糖甜天: Ah! It's okay, it's okay! There is still a chance!"

@Mr.Y_ Reply to @送甜甜甜: "What else?"

@送糖甜甜 replied @Mr.Y_: "Isn't Christmas coming soon? Get your Christmas presents ready!"

"But what does brother Yuran like?" Tang Yi found it difficult.

In the middle of the night, Song Yuran didn't fall asleep either, so he checked Weibo on a rare occasion and reposted a Weibo post introducing various small cakes. In the middle was a cheesecake decorated with various fruit candies, exuding colorful lights .

After staying with Tang Yi for a long time, I actually want to take a second look at this kind of dessert.

Song Yuran smiled.

"Tang...Tang..." He subconsciously read out, the corners of his mouth inadvertently curled up, and a trace of sweetness also came out.

Song Yuran flipped through the comments, and among the comments of "Brother misses you so much!" and "I want to eat cake!", there were some old fans who said "Brother Song doesn't like desserts?"

Sure enough, Song Yuran saw this familiar ID again, @Mr.Y_: "Wow~ delicious cheesecake!!!"

Do you actually like cheesecake as much as Tang Yi?

Song Yuran became more and more curious.

He was about to click on that person's homepage when Yang Yang's phone call came in.

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small theater:

【Tang Poetry and Song Ci】Super Talk

@宋小鱼: "Brother Song finally remembered his Weibo password, but...[picture][搜手][求手]." The picture is a screenshot of his Weibo.

Reply: @甜甜一糖糖: "Brother Song doesn't like desserts, so it's Tangtang's favorite cheesecake, with Tangtang on top. The report is over. [Smiling]"

Reply: @宋哥 does not take the 16 crown and does not change his name: "Ah! So tired! I want to drink water!"

Reply: @送甜甜天: "Ah! Why are there so many people falling in love recently! It's so annoying!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-05-0415:00:06~2020-05-0615:02:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Erqiu and Xiaoxue, 1 bottle of Falling into the Weixiu Forest;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

☆, Christmas

After returning home from that vacation, Yang Yang thought about it for a long time, and still felt that he should remind Song Yuran.

Song Yuran answered the phone: "Yang Yang?"

"Yu Ran, don't bother you so late!"

Song Yuran laughed: "You beat me up, and you still ask me."

"Also..." Yang Yang pondered for a while.

"Is there anything important for you so late?"

"Just... just want to ask how your investigation is going?"

Song Yuran sighed and fell on the pillow: "Don't mention it, Tang Yi's uncle is too vigilant, he seems to have spotted me, and recently sent someone to monitor me."

Yang Yang was taken aback: "Ah? Is there anything wrong?"

"It's okay, but I can't contact that person at all right now." Song Yuran paused, "I'm still a little worried. It will be difficult if that person is caught."

Yang Yang was also a little apprehensive, and asked tentatively, "Then...does Tang Yi know about this?"

Song Yuran was silent for a while: "I think his uncle might have said something to him."

"Then what's his reaction?" Yang Yang blurted out.

"He..." Song Yuran recalled Tang Yi's trembling and resolute voice that day, and his heart softened: "He actually protected me."

"..." Yang Yang could hear the gentleness in Song Yuran's tone through the phone.

"What's wrong?" Song Yuran saw that Yang Yang was silent.

Yang Yang still decided to be more tactful: "Since it's still too early to draw conclusions, you'd better not get too close to Tang Yi."

Now it was Song Yuran's turn to remain silent.

"Forget it, I'd better pray for you. This matter has nothing to do with Tang Yi's family." Yang Yang answered.

Song Yuran said in a deep voice, "Understood."

"It doesn't matter at all, it's impossible." Song Yuran sighed, "Now it depends on the size of the relationship."

For several days, Tang Yi couldn't figure out what Song Yuran liked.

He seems to only like tennis.

Tang Yi found out all the interviews of Song Yuran in his collection and read them again.

Although he didn't find any more hobbies of his, there was something new that attracted him, which he never noticed when he was a child.

Song Yuran never took the initiative to mention his family, and when the interviewer mentioned his parents, he would always mention it lightly.Especially when talking about his mother, for some reason, Tang Yi could always feel a little disgust from him, and Song Yuran was even more secretive about his father.

Only when talking about the "grandmother" in the orphanage, Song Yuran's face will have the temperature of the iceberg melting, and he will talk a little more, and then talk about Yang Yang and his mother.

Tang Yi felt distressed, even though Song Yuran never mentioned the word "home" once.

So, on Christmas Eve, Tang Yi brought Song Yuran home.

After discussing with Tang Yi, Song Yuran specially brought Tang's mother her favorite roses and father's favorite red wine.

Tang Yuelan knew that Song Yuran was coming, so she prepared a whole table of good dishes.

Tang Yi even felt that her mother had perfectly met the standard of "grabbing his stomach".

Father Christian also likes Song Yuran very much, and the two chatted happily about tennis.

But for some reason, Tang Yi always felt that Song Yuran hadn't completely relaxed.

After dinner, Song Yuran stood beside the Christmas tree by the window with a cup of warm coffee.

Today, he was wearing a brown turtleneck sweater, his hair was not specially arranged, and his bangs hung down meekly.

Tang Yi walked over anxiously carrying the gift he had prepared.

"Brother Yuran!"

"Huh?" Song Yuran turned around and looked at him.

Tang Yi stretched out his hands: "A gift for you."

It was a small black box with a Christmas-like red and green ribbon tied on it, which matched the sweater Tang Yi was wearing today very well.

Song Yuran accepted it curiously: "Thank you!"

He opened the gift box, his eyes lit up.

Inside is a neat little tennis pendant with an even smaller Wimbledon trophy next to it.

"It's so pretty." Song Yuran took it out.

Tang Yi pointed happily: "It can be opened."

"is it?"

"In this way," Tang Yi stretched out his hand and gently opened the tennis ball from the middle, "here is a photo." Inside was a photo of Song Yuran holding the Wimbledon trophy for the first time.

On the green grass, 20-year-old Song Yuran with black hair and white clothes, even holding the championship trophy in his hand, still has a calm expression.

Song Yuran looked carefully again, and found that the year he first won it was engraved on the base of the small trophy.

This is the beginning of his break into the world.

"Thank you!" Song Yuran was slightly moved, and the original aspiration for tennis welled up in his heart.

"it's me