I don't want to like you, can I?

Ye Qiyang lost weight again, but within a few days, the appetite that Su Lingge managed to raise for him quickly diminished, and he was even thinner than before.

Ye Qiyang stood absent-mindedly at the window of the restaurant until Meng Kang pushed him: "Qiyang, what are you thinking, it's your turn."

"Fried rice...half portion, thank you."

Meng Kang was right. It is really not advisable to dump the food almost intact into the trash can every day, so today I am going to order casually.

The restaurant aunt handed back two other dishes besides fried rice, which were obviously not up to the standard of the restaurant.

"I didn't want this."

"This is a gift."

Meng Kang poked his head out "swish", looked into Ye Qiyang's dinner plate, and immediately handed over his own: "I want it too."

"No more, just this one."

The restaurant aunt smiled amiably, but Meng Kang was dissatisfied: "Why is he the only one?"

"Coincidentally, he is today's No.60 eighth."

"What about the other windows?" Meng Kang stretched his neck and looked aside.

"nor."

Meng Kang looked at Ye Qiyang's dinner plate while he was stuffing the rice into his mouth: "We didn't come so late, 68, what a long line."

No one ignored him.

"I think that aunt is playing for selfishness. Knowing that Qiyang goes to her window to get food every day, she deliberately waits."

Still no one cares about him.

"Hey, it's really a world of faces, even such an old aunt is not exempt."

"I'll give it all to you." Ye Qiyang pushed the plate over.

"Really?" Meng Kang was about to move his chopsticks as he spoke, and suddenly remembered Ye Qiyang's loss of appetite all day, and pushed back, "This is a gift from someone, I don't want it."

"I'm not hungry."

"Qiyang, how long has it been since you looked in the mirror?" Meng Kang asked suddenly and thoughtlessly, seeing that Ye Qiyang didn't respond, he said, "Do you know what you look like now? You're sallow and thin, and you're younger than someone who came out of a slum." It's not as good as it is. If you go on like this, you will be really skinny."

"Yeah, Qi Yang, you've really lost weight recently, eat more." Jian Yue took the chopsticks and handed them to him, "Eat quickly."

Ye Qiyang fiddled with the dishes on the dinner plate, thinking of the few days with Su Lingge, he felt uncomfortable, quickly picked up a few grains of rice and put them in his mouth, chewed for a long time but couldn't swallow them.

Meng Kang stared at him for a long time, thinking about his eating appearance: "Qiyang, can you stop acting like a little girl?"

"I'm full." Ye Qiyang stood up, "Eat slowly, I'll go first."

"Qiyang..." Jian Yue looked at the food with only a few grains of rice missing, and chased after him without thinking.

"Qiyang, do you have something on your mind?" Jian Yue tilted her head and looked at Ye Qiyang suspiciously. He actually wanted to ask where Ye Qiyang went the week he disappeared, but Meng Kang said that he couldn't ask, so he had no choice but to hold back .

Ye Qiyang leaned on the willow tree, he hadn't been here for a while, the sparse branches and leaves could no longer block the sunlight: "Yue, what do you want to do in the future?"

"I haven't thought about it, have you?"

"Do you know why people suffer?"

"This..." Jian Yue couldn't answer.

"Because people have memory." Ye Qiyang pointed to his head, "Happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy are all controlled here."

"What does that have to do with what you want to do?"

"I was wondering if there might be a medical technique that can make people selectively lose their memory."

Jian Yue blinked: "Qiyang, isn't this too whimsical?"

"Yeah, so I have to work hard to make whimsical dreams come true."

Jian Yue thought for a while: "Qiyang, in fact, pain or happiness are all part of life, no one would be willing to throw them away, right?"

"...Maybe one day, you'll change your mind."

Jian Yue found that Ye Qiyang was terribly calm most of the time, but he was not a pure realist.

Ye Qiyang looked at the time and felt that it was about time for Sikong Bingye to come: "Yue, I'm leaving first."

Jian Yue quickly threw away the willow stick and followed, "I'll accompany you."

"No need." Many times, letting go is more difficult than fulfilling. If you do the former, then you shouldn't look back.

"But……"

"Do you have the heart to let Sikong Bingye here alone?"

"I……"

"I'm going back to the dormitory." Ye Qiyang took two steps, "I'm fine, I've been fine."

For several days in a row, every time Ye Qiyang went to have dinner, there would always be gifts. Meng Kang refused to accept it, and pulled Ye Qiyang to change windows, counting the people in line one by one, and finally it was Ye Qiyang's turn.

Meng Kang slumped on the table discouragedly: "Qiyang, your luck is really irresistible."

Fortunately, Ye Qiyang divides most of the meals with him every time, so he can be considered a little psychologically balanced.

Ye Qiyang also suspected that the taste of those dishes was very familiar, and every time Meng Kang pulled him to change the window, there would always be people in front of him who forcibly jumped the queue or changed the window to line up even though it was their turn.

Meng Kang didn't care about such a phenomenon, but he had to suspect that it was Su Lingge's arrangement, but since Su Lingge avoided seeing it, there should be no need to spend time on it.

"Bang!"

A man in his early twenties fell from a tree behind Ye Qiyang. He landed awkwardly, protecting a camera in his hand.He seemed to want to look up, but stopped midway, and smiled apologetically at Ye Qiyang with a bitter face.

Ye Qiyang didn't care, turned around with downcast eyes, "click", the shutter flashed, Ye Qiyang frowned and turned back again, the man's hand on the camera quickly moved away: "Sorry, I pressed the wrong button."

Ye Qiyang stared at the man expressionlessly. The angle of the flashlight seemed to be wrong, and the source of the sound was also wrong. He moved a few steps and raised his head. Sure enough, there was a faint figure in the depths of the branches and leaves that had begun to turn yellow.

"Hi, brother Qiyang, good evening." Su Lingyan slid down, clapped her hands, with a camera hanging on her chest.

Seeing that it was him, Ye Qiyang turned around and left without any hesitation.

"Brother Qiyang, don't you want to admire the photos he specially took for you?" Su Lingyan emphasized the pronunciation of the word "specially".

"Master, if the young master knows, he will definitely..."

"Don't use my brother to pressure me, be careful and I will tell him that you are not doing well."

"..." It's not all because you interfered on purpose and pushed me down.

"Brother Qiyang, don't you really want to watch it?" Su Lingyan shouted at Ye Qiyang's back, seeing that he was still walking forward, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, snatched the camera from the man's hand and smashed it On the ground, he stomped a few times with his feet.

Men dare not be angry or speak.

"Go back and tell my brother that Ye Qiyang found you."

"Young master, the young master is currently receiving special training. He has been in a bad mood because he can't see Mr. Ye. If you provoke him at this time, I'm afraid..."

"He won't kill you, at most he will reprimand you, your skins aren't thick enough!" Su Lingyan glanced at him, "I'm also doing it for your own good, you just saw the person your young master misses so much. If he finds out about it, he must blame you for not taking good care of it."

The man stands still.

"You still don't understand your young master. If you tell him that Ye Qiyang found out, he won't necessarily reprimand you, but he might be happy instead. Don't look at him pulling [-] to [-] in front of you all day, At Ye Qiyang's place, he's just a doormat!" Su Lingyan angrily tore off the camera that hung around his neck and only took a silhouette, and pushed it to the man, "Take it to a business, and say that you desperately protected it." open."

"..."

Ye Qiyang changed the answer again and again, scratched and scratched, and the space was messed up. Jian Yue couldn't help asking: "Qiyang, don't you know this?"

"I'm going to the bathroom."

"Oh."

Ye Qiyang stood by the sink in a daze, and there was a person reflected in the mirror, which was the man who secretly photographed him before.

"Hello, Mr. Ye."

Ye Qiyang heard someone call him "Sir" for the first time, and the other party used "you". He was very uncomfortable, and looked at the respectful person through the mirror: "Do you have anything to do?"

"Excuse me, I really want to ask for something." The man stepped forward, "Please allow me to take a few photos for you."

Ye Qiyang stepped back warily: "What are you going to do?"

"Mr. Ye, please don't misunderstand. The young master asked me to take some photos of you. Originally... they were taken, but something happened later, and I think, if it is your frontal photo, the young master should be very happy. Happy."

"Little Lord?"

"Sorry, Mr. Ye, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Fengchu, and my young master is Su Lingge."

"Oh." Ye Qiyang lowered his eyes, visibly relaxed, "...why did he ask you to take a picture of me?"

"The young master misses you so much, because of some family matters, I can't come to see you in person, so I want to use photos to relieve the pain of lovesickness."

Feng Chu's words were too straightforward, Ye Qiyang moved unnaturally: "I don't like taking pictures, please tell him, I...I..."

Ye Qiyang hesitated for a long time, unable to think of what to say.Su Lingge didn't miss him on purpose, because he couldn't get away from something, he didn't feel surprised, but he was so depressed that he didn't seem to expect such a result, but if so, what was the reason for the previous sadness?

"Mr. Ye?"

"Is his business so urgent that there is no time to connect to the phone?"

"The young master's current position is shielding the signal, but he asked me to bring you a message, he said..."

"Needless to say." If there was something to say, it wouldn't wait until now, "The accident you mentioned was that Su Lingyan destroyed those photos, right?"

"..." The expression of "how do you know" flashed across Feng Chu's face, and he quickly replied, "No, Mr. Ye, there is something wrong with the camera, it was my own mistake, the young master took a few pictures, but the angle Not very good, that's why I came to you."

"You call young master Su Lingge, but young master Su Lingyan?"

"Yes."

"why?"

"This... is just a title." Feng Chu didn't dare to talk nonsense, if Su Lingge wanted Ye Qiyang to know, he would naturally tell him.

From Feng Chu's mouth, there must be nothing to ask, and the get out of class is almost over, Ye Qiyang didn't want to waste time: "Then please go back."

"Mr. Ye..."

"Please don't follow me."

"..."

"Touch your nose." Su Lingyan floated over like a ghost, hung the camera in his hand around Fengchu's neck, pinched his face, "Listen to me early, you will be fine!"

"..."