"I remember." He Zhiyu quickly turned around and responded.

Rong Yuan's eyes turned to the chessboard and ignored him.

He Zhiyu's face suddenly became a little sad and he walked towards the wing room silently.

"Hmph!" Lin Weiyao got angry, walked over and pulled the chess piece on the master's chessboard, and went to chase He Zhiyu angrily.

Rong Yuan cleaned up the chaos without expression. It was not until the two men walked into the wing room that they raised their heads and stared at the other side deeply.

After entering the wing room, Lin Weiyao was afraid that He Zhiyu would be sad, so Lin Weiyao chattered, "I know you are back today, I will clean up the place for you in advance. I also asked that guy Chen Wuxian to help, but who knew he was clumsy. Humph, he just played with that broken sword all day, and the teacher didn't let him fly with things. I don't know what else is fun..."

While listening to Lin Weiyao's words, He Zhiyu looked at the room he had lived in since childhood.

The furnishings in the house are extremely simple, with only one bed, a table and a wardrobe, but they carry countless memories of him.

The time of the past flows slowly through my heart.

On the table are some green plants placed by Lin Weiyao, which are pleasing to the eye and very warm.

"Are you listening to me?" Lin Weiyao felt that He Zhiyu was silent for a long time and asked tentatively.

"I'm listening." He Zhiyu gave her a warm smile.

Lin Weiyao also smiled.

But at such a beautiful moment, He Zhiyu suddenly felt his heart twitching suddenly, like an invisible big hand squeezing his heart.

"here we go again!"

He Zhiyu only had this sentence in his mind. He was as if he was electrocuted. He bent over and bent down, pressed his hands on his heart, and his forehead quickly covered with sweat.

The thud of heartbeat sounded like a drum beat, which made his ears roar.

"What's wrong with you? He Zhiyu, are you sick again?!" Lin Weiyao's scream sounded so ethereal and illusory to He Zhiyu.

He wanted to answer, but couldn't speak.

After Lin Weiyao was briefly panicked, he quickly pressed one hand on a point on He Zhiyu's body, and the light and ethereal light passed through her slender white jade hand.

Lin Weiyao quickly went to He Zhiyu's pocket with his other hand.

Soon, a bottle was turned out, and Lin Weiyao quickly vacated his hand to take out a pill and fed He Zhiyu.

After taking Yunjin, He Zhiyu, who had taken the medicine, felt that the world had calmed down and his heart began to gradually return to peace.

"Are you better? Are you better?" Lin Weiyao asked anxiously.

"It's much better." He Zhiyu showed a slightly pale smile to Lin Weiyao.

His disease comes quickly, but he goes away quickly after taking medicine. It is not a big deal. It is a problem since childhood.

The medicine Rong Yuan refined for him was extremely effective.

Of course, this medicine also requires money to buy, which is the money He Zhiyu has to pay every month.

Lin Weiyao wiped the sweat, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a little palpitation, "You can't always rely on taking medicine for this disease. That old man is really useless, and he even claims to be the saint of Xinglin!"

That's just this girl who dares to say this to her teacher.

"Hey, don't say that to Uncle Rong!" He Zhiyu immediately stopped Lin Wei and Yao Hu.

No matter what, his life was given by Rong Yuan, and Rong Yuan raised him and invested in getting him to school.

He Zhiyu can be disrespectful to anyone, but he can't be disrespectful to Rong Yuan.

At this moment, Rong Yuan held a white sack in the courtyard, holding his breath and concentrating his mind.

"Doctor" is good at radiating qi with silver needles, looking, listening, asking and touching, and he pays close attention to everything in the wing room.

Realizing that nothing happened, his little apprentice was calling him useless. Rong Yuan spat and laughed in a low voice, "Let's go back and punish you for two hours to practice."

Inside the room, Lin Weiyao looked outside with a little guilty conscience. He saw that the teacher did not move, so he felt relieved.

"How can we find a way to deal with your disease in the future. Since the teacher, the doctor, cannot cure it, we can find others." Lin Weiyao said, "I heard from the teacher that spiritual practice is prevalent in the present era and there are all kinds of professions. We can find doctors, calligraphy, painting, speech, carving things, knowing animals, and geography, etc., and try them, what if they can cure you."

He Zhiyu suddenly felt a little angry and funny when he heard this.

There are 360 ​​spiritual practitioners, all of whom are good at using spiritual energy. The most famous are doctors, calligraphy, painting, speaking, carving things, knowing animals, and catching geomancers.

Doctors are good at treating diseases and saving people, while calligraphy, painting, dance, writing and ink are good at calligraphy and painting.

The Yan family speaks ingeniously, and carves things and refines weapons ingeniously.

Knowing beasts only love to teach and play with beasts, and they can understand the stars, moon, rivers and mountains.

Every family has magical means, which is amazing.

But He Zhiyu thought that he had to specialize in his studies.

Unless the doctors look down on me, calligraphy and painting helps write elegiac couplets, the Yan family writes eulogy, and the geography can see where it is best to bury it...

Lin Wei, Yao Xiao idiot, this is the rhythm of sending me away...

He Zhiyu was joking in his heart, but he also knew that Lin Weiyao was also concerned about him. He smiled and put the things down, sat down and said, "Okay, I'll look for someone else to see you."

Lin Weiyao nodded with satisfaction, but suddenly remembered something, her pretty face changed and she said "Oh".

"I learned to make soup with Aunt Yue. I am still on the stove. I'm just going to talk to you, so don't slap it!"

The little girl ran out.

He Zhiyu couldn't help but smile and shook his head, and also left the yard and walked towards the kitchen.

Rong Yuan was no longer in the yard, maybe he had returned to the room.

"Aunt Yue." When he arrived at the kitchen, He Zhiyu saw a busy figure and greeted him loudly.

"Zhiyu, I'm back." A middle-aged woman smiled kindly at He Zhiyu.

Aunt Yue is the only nanny in the family, and she was invited by Rong Yuan after she was a child who could not take care of her three children.

Aunt Yue is also the most kind to them.

"I'm back." He Zhiyu smiled and rolled up his sleeves, "I'll help too."

"No, no, you go and rest quickly." Aunt Yue waved her hand.

Lin Weiyao also protected her soup pot and shouted, "It's not good, don't watch it."

After staying for two minutes, He Zhiyu let the two women of the big and small drive out of the kitchen.

Back in the yard, He Zhiyu looked at Rong Yuan's room, looked at Chen Wuxian's residence, and finally returned to his own room.

Bored, He Zhiyu sat on his bed, closing his eyes and concentrating.

There was a light floating on him, as if there was nothing, and it was very light, much worse than Lin Wei and Yao.

The first-level entry of the spiritist is still at the bottom even in the school.

He Zhiyu meditated silently for half an hour, opened his eyes, and felt a little frustrated and lonely in his eyes.

It seems that he really has no talent in practicing.

"He Zhiyu, come out for dinner."

Outside, Lin Weiyao's shouts came.

He Zhiyu then calmed down and walked out with a smile.
Chapter completed!