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A week after the drainage, Tang Yihe often had abdominal pains, loss of appetite, and lost a lot of weight. Anyone could easily spot his abnormalities.

But he always said with a smile that he was losing weight to respond to other people's worries and concerns.

Because he was indeed a little fat before, and his condition has always been very good, no one questioned this reason.

After regaining his health, Tang Yihe dragged Luo Fengqi to his family's field to touch snails after school one day.

Luo Fengqi sat on the ridge of the field uninterestedly, watching Tang Yihe enthusiastically rolled up his sleeves and trousers, twisted a large taro leaf, and stepped into the mud with his bare calves.

The afterglow of the evening cast a fiery red reflection in the paddy field. Tang Yihe bent over and groped carefully in the mud, throwing a few thumb-sized snails on the taro leaves from time to time.

A cool mountain breeze blew past, carrying the smell of mud and grass, a corner of Tang Yihe's wide school uniform was lifted by the wind, revealing a smooth waistline and flesh-colored loins.

He looked at the waistline and called out "Tang Yihe."

"Huh?" Tang Yihe straightened up and looked at him suspiciously.

Just then another gust of mountain wind blew past, brushing Tang Yihe's hair on his forehead head-on, and his school uniform clinging to his body.

He found that Tang Yihe had become thinner and better looking, so he said to Tang Yihe, "Your stomach is gone."

Tang Yihe looked down at his flat stomach, raised his head and asked him, "Am I prettier than before?"

"Yes." He affirmed.

Tang Yihe was stunned for a moment, then smiled brightly at him, "I think so too."

In fact, just now, Tang Yihe thought that Luo Fengqi would feel sorry for him for losing weight. After all, it was because of the drainage and the guilt of the little life that passed away. I think it looks good.

The more he thought about it, the more disappointed Tang Yihe suddenly lost his mood. He threw all the snails on the taro leaves back into the field.

"What's wrong?" Luo Fengqi asked a little strangely.

"Suddenly I don't want to eat." He smiled and came up from the mud, washed his hands and feet in the clear water puddle, picked up the schoolbag on the field ridge and walked quickly.

Luo Fengqi was tall and long-legged, so he chased after him in two or three steps, walking parallel with him.

Luo Fengqi knew that he was angry, but he didn't know why he was suddenly angry, but in fact Luo Fengqi didn't want to know.

Luo Fengqi didn't ask anything until they reached the intersection where the two went home.

He was so angry that he turned around and stood in front of Luo Fengqi and asked, "I'm very angry, didn't you notice?"

"I can feel it."

Luo Fengqiyun's indifferent appearance completely angered him.

"You don't care about me at all!"

After yelling at Luo Fengqi aggressively and particularly aggrieved, he turned around and ran away quickly.

Luo Fengqi watched Tang Yihe's back disappear around the corner, and didn't feel anything, not even frowning.

Whether Tang Yihe is happy or angry has no effect on Luo Fengqi, no one will care about a pretense of feelings.

Only Tang Yihe couldn't tell the reality clearly, and all his thoughts were on Luo Fengqi.

It's like running to the field to touch snails. It was also because Luo Fengqi inadvertently mentioned that he wanted to eat them a few days ago, so Tang Yihe groped bare hands and feet in the mud full of gravel and water insects.

The soles of Tang Yihe's feet were painfully poked and bitten by the gravel in the mud, and Luo Fengqi had long forgotten that he wanted to eat snails.

But Tang Yihe couldn't recognize the reality clearly, maybe he recognized it but didn't want to admit it, or he felt that he would always be rewarded if he persisted in working for Luo Fengqi.

So every time he bows his head and gives in, the one who pleases the other party is always Tang Yihe.