Chapter 11 Very polite

The window in Rong Yinghui's room is a large bay window.

Tang Jin stretched his little body, and the five-year-old child moved very neatly.

He had already propped up the bay window sill, and looked at the tree facing here with his big cat eyes.

The sunlight falling outside the window fell on her smooth forehead, making her little head particularly round.

This movement was so smooth that Rong Yinghui, a college student in his twenties who was a waste of sports, was stunned for a moment.

Of course, can a five-year-old Zai Zai be an ordinary five-year-old Zai Zai who can tell at a glance that there is something wrong with him and can still talk to Rong Qing?

It was him who was hasty.

"The tree facing him was also pruned before he came back." Xiao Naiyin said with determination, "It went to the top and faced his window. This arrangement is called a guillotine, which increases the probability of accidents.

"

Tang Jin turned around and said, "Be prepared. The only people who can make such detailed arrangements are those close to you."

Rong Yinghui paused, but his expression didn't change much, "Well, I'm ready."

*

A piece of talisman paper was folded into a triangle and stuffed into Rong Yinghui's pocket.

Cinnabar-yellow charms are affixed to the trees.

The small-breasted dumpling squatted in front of the tree and looked at it carefully, then turned around and waved to Rong Yinghui.

Rong Yinghui walked over and squatted down.

"What's wrong?"

"Tonight, the other party will definitely take action. If you do this..."

One big and one small squatted together in the corner.

Rong Qing stood behind the two of them, looked at the two 'mushrooms' and sighed.

Isn't it a little inappropriate?

After arranging a task for Rong Yinghui, Xiao Naijin turned around again and waved to Rong Qing, "Brother, come here, I'll tell you."

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There is a small building not far away from the courtyard, and the second floor is a place dedicated to Mr. Rong for tea.

At this moment, the white air is lingering and the smoke is curling up.

The old man is also dressed in a Tang suit. He is getting older. Since two years ago, he has gradually handed over the things in his hands to the younger generations below him. He is retiring in a big house and values ​​family harmony more.

After taking a sip of tea, Mr. Rong was holding a small black dog in his arms. It had two small yellow dots on its eyebrows and looked at the snacks on the table eagerly with a melancholic temperament.

"Our rich son will be one year old in a while." The old man rubbed the dog's head, "We have to hold a birthday party, right, rich son?"

"Woof!"

This sound was energetic, and the old man was very satisfied. He suddenly turned his head and felt a little confused.

"Old Li, come here and take a look. Is that Xiaoqing over there?"

Butler Li Zheng came over and looked over from a distance.

Three people squatted under the tree.

One big and two small.

The iconic black Tang suit made the old housekeeper a little suspicious.

"Today I heard that the young master invited someone to his home. It should be here. Do you need me to arrange a reception?"

"No."

The old man waved his hand and smiled.

"Let him entertain himself. It's rare that he has a childish temper. Don't worry about what these juniors want to do."

The old man stood up, and the little black dog Fuguier quickly waggled his tail and followed behind the old man. The old man smiled and said, "Let's continue planning the birthday party."

"Woof!"

***

There were heavy shadows from the trees, and the wind picked up at night.

The room was dark, with only a small white lamp on.

The moon is very bright today, and the light reflects the shadows of the tall and sharp trees outside.

"Is it you...? Is it you...?"

The wind whimpered and seemed to make a low voice.

The boundary between light and darkness in the room is too clear, and every darkness seems to hide something.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Rong Yinghui was still a little hairy while lying on the bed.

This feeling of being stared at from the dark cannot be resisted even by a quilt.

There is only one feeling - even the invulnerable quilt is no longer safe!

The window suddenly made a clicking sound, as if something was trying to open the window and break in.

The sound of the window being pulled was getting louder and louder, becoming more violent and violent.

Rong Yinghui held the talisman given to him by Tang Jin in his hand. After hearing the sound, he quickly got out of bed and quickly burned the talisman in his hand.

He boldly raised his head and glanced out the window.

Under the pale moonlight, a figure was floating in the air outside the house, with pale hands clasped on the window, lips split, but no eyes.

Rong Yinghui was so frightened that his mind went blank, his hands were trembling and he curled up into a ball.

Save, save the child! Please rescue me!!!

What a ghost!!!!!

At this moment, the talisman paper was burned out and the black ashes dispersed instantly.

"No...no..."

The voice suddenly softened, and the things outside seemed to give up the action of opening the window, and pressed their faces against the window. Two dark holes appeared where there were no eyes, staring directly at Rong Ying.

Hui, seems to be confirming something.

Not long after, she drifted back and disappeared.

The sound of wind around is still there, but the warm light crosses the boundaries, making the space that seemed to be solidified flow again.

Before leaving, the thing bowed politely because he admitted his mistake.

Rong Yinghui pressed his pounding heart and paused for a long time; "...horse."

Do you want to be so polite? He couldn't curse even if he wanted to.

***

The Rong family's ancestral home occupies a large area and is surrounded by greenery, but it is not on the outskirts of the city. Once outside, it is in the bustling central area.

In a small urban park slightly remote from the central area.

There were not many people around at night, and some of the warm white street lights flickered from time to time due to age and disrepair.

"strangeness."

A thin, middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe was standing under the largest locust tree in the park.

There was a small copper basin in front of him. The talisman inside was half burned and suddenly extinguished.

He counted with his fingers and frowned.

"This man's destiny is really tough. He can't just meet a noble person on the road and escape the disaster, can he?"

Or meet a capable Feng Shui metaphysician——

No, how is that possible? These old people in Shendu don’t like to get involved in these cases, and those who are young may not even be able to see it.

The middle-aged man snorted disdainfully.

Then something caught my eye.

The sweet and waxy little milky voice sounded fiercely.

"Found it."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and slowly turned his head.

"You are the one who is harming people by holding our Feng Shui Master's bowl and refusing to eat decent food?!"

She has to rely on charity money to support her family. This kind of person can take the stolen money without losing money or life. She is really angry!

I didn't need to hit him with a dust fly a hundred and eighty times to relieve his anger.
To be continued...