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

The phone flashed dozens of times on the bedside table, and it was finally picked up when there was less than [-]% of the battery left.

"Qiyang, where are you?" Jian Yue deliberately lowered her volume as if she was afraid of being heard.

"Outside." The voice was hoarse, Ye Qiyang frowned, and pushed away Su Lingge who was groping on him, "It's so late, why are you still awake?"

"You didn't sleep either."

"I was woken up."

"Your phone is silent, how could you be disturbed?"

Ye Qiyang was silent for a while, glanced at Su Lingge, and then said lightly: "I'm afraid of light."

"Ah? Even the light from the phone affects you, so your sleep quality is really bad."

"Yeah." This time it was a nasal voice, Ye Qiyang was afraid that if he spoke, his voice would come out.

"Then go to sleep, I won't bother you anymore." Jian Yue was very disappointed.

Ye Qiyang covered the microphone and kicked Su Lingge away: "Go away! Su Lingge, if you don't stop, I'll leave now."

Su Lingo grabbed his ankle and kneaded it gently.

Ye Qiyang kicked him again before letting go of the phone: "Call me, you have something to do."

"It's okay, I just want to chat with you." "What are you talking about?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, you should have a good rest first."

"I'm not sleepy. What's the matter?"

"Qiyang, where are you?"

"Did you call me in the middle of the night just to ask where I was?"

"I……"

Ye Qiyang retracted his legs and got rid of Su Lingge: "You have something on your mind and you can't sleep because of Sikong Bingye."

"How do you know?" Jian Yue's voice suddenly turned up.

Ye Qiyang was silent for a while before saying, "You told me yourself."

Jian Yue was puzzled: "Did I say something, why don't I remember?"

"Your eyes tell me."

"Huh? Can you see me?"

"Jian Yue, remember what I told you, there must be some flaws in order to be harmonious?"

"Well, remember."

"Actually, your shortcoming is not only a lack of self-care ability, but also a very important point..."

The phone suddenly shut down automatically.

Ye Qiyang stared at the pitch-black screen for a while, then asked Su Lingge, "Where's your charger?"

"No." Su Lingo held his ankle again with a little force, pulled him down, and pressed him down.

"Jian Yue is waiting, I have to go back to him."

"No."

"..." Ye Qiyang looked at him silently, but Su Lingge finally got the charger and put it on the socket beside the bed.

Ye Qiyang waited for the phone to turn on, dialed Jian Yue, and got connected immediately.

"Qiyang, why did you turn off the phone?"

"Battery is low." Short explanation.

"You haven't finished what you said just now." Jian Yue eagerly wanted to hear the rest.

"What?" Maybe it's better to be unclear about some things.

"You said there is another important point about my flaw, what is it?"

"Think for yourself." "Huh?"

"sleep early."

"But……"

"Don't worry, it's too late, we'll talk about it tomorrow when we meet."

"Ok."

Ye Qiyang put down his phone, and Su Lingge was staring at him strangely, deliberately finding fault: "Do you think it's inconvenient for me to talk here?"

"I'm tired."

Ye Qiyang got out of bed and was about to clean up his body. As soon as he stepped into the bathroom with one foot, he was dragged by the waist and hugged by Su Lingge who followed behind, and then he got into the bathtub with his whole body.

"Let's have a mandarin duck bath, shall we?"

"Su Lingge, it's really enough, if you dare...well..." Ye Qiyang was helpless, so he beat Su Lingge hard.

Su Linge grabbed his hand: "Qi Yang, be good, just once again..."

"do not want!"

"Just once, really."

"No." Ye Qiyang put his hands on Su Lingge's head, and said softly, "Please, don't force me, okay?"

Su Lingge smiled at the corner of his lips, stared at his moist eyes for a while, then kissed the corner of his eyes, Ye Qiyang closed his eyes, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Honey, if only you were this good every day."

Su Lingge really didn't do anything else, he always behaved well when cleaning his body.

Early in the morning, Ye Qiyang went back to school. There was no one in the classroom. He took out his English textbook and memorized words.

"Qiyang, good morning!" Jian Qi smiled at Ye Qiyang as soon as she entered the classroom.

"Well, morning." Ye Qiyang didn't look up, wasting Jian Yue's heart.

"Qiyang, why are you so early today?" "I didn't review last night, so let's take a look in advance." Ye Qiyang continued to read the book intently.

"Oh. Have you had breakfast?"

Ye Qiyang closed the book and looked at the expectant Jian Yue: "What do you want to ask?"

Only then did Jian Yue see Ye Qiyang's bloodshot eyes, and she felt guilty: "Qiyang, last night..."

"Last night's topic, do you still want to continue?"

Jian Yue nodded.

"What happened last night?"

"Hmm... So Bing Ye has an older brother, did you know that?"

Ye Qiyang shook his head.

"I followed you last night...uh..." I accidentally slipped my tongue, and saw that Ye Qiyang didn't respond before continuing, "I saw him and his brother arguing when I went out yesterday, there seems to be a lot of trouble between them Big contradiction."

"Ah."

"Qiyang, aren't you curious?"

Jian Yue was surprised that Ye Qiyang didn't respond, he hid and listened for a long time last night, until Sikong Bingye found out.

Ye Qiyang said casually: "There is nothing to be curious about that has nothing to do with me."

"Oh." Jian Yue was slightly disappointed, did she have too much to do?

"Yue, you said before that you only have affection for Sikong Bingye as a friend. If that's the case, why did you let him disturb your normal life?"

"I... I don't know, it's just..." Jian Yue had a bitter face, remembering the feeling of her heart beating wildly when she was hugged by Sikong Bingye last night, her face flushed "shua".

Ye Qiyang saw Jian Yue's abnormality, and felt that something must have happened last night.Jian Yue has always kept secrets from him, and Ye Qiyang couldn't imagine that it was hard to tell what was related to Sikong Bingye. He wanted to hear Jian Yue say it himself: "You can't fall asleep just because he quarreled with his brother?"

"No, he was very sad at the time, and when he saw me, he just... hugged me..." Jian Yue looked at Ye Qiyang cautiously, "This is actually quite normal, right, Qiyang?"

"Ah."

"However, he kept saying, 'Do you know what it feels like to be betrayed by the person you love the most? Keep talking, I don't know what to do, I can't comfort him..." Jian Yue grabbed Ye Qiyang's arm, "Qiyang, if it were you, you would know what to do, right?"

Frowning unconsciously, Ye Qiyang deliberately ignored what Sikong Bingye said, and asked, "Are you so sad that you can't sleep because you can't help him?"

Jian Yue shook her head: "It's not all. I was so messed up at the time, and I didn't know what was going on. Anyway, just being hugged by him... just... my heart was so messed up... Uh, do you understand?"

Jian Yue explained indiscriminately, unable to explain clearly.But Ye Qiyang understood what Jian Yue couldn't understand.

"Qiyang, do you understand?"

"Yue, uncle and aunt dote on you too much, you have to learn something by yourself."

Jian Yue was full of doubts.

"Don't use this expression anymore. It's so simple and hypocritical. If I hadn't known you since childhood, I would have thought you were pretending to be innocent."

"Qiyang..."

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Ye Qiyang stood in front of the mirror, his eyes were out of focus. It turned out that with Su Lingge, he still couldn't forget Sikong Bingye. It was so difficult to replace the past with a new relationship.Even if you really let go, you don't want to make it happen. For a person who has never cared about himself, such an idea is like talking to himself, which is too ridiculous.

The image in the mirror became more and more ugly, even disgusting. Suddenly, there was a churning in his stomach, and he lay down by the sink and vomited.He vomited until there was nothing left in his stomach, and then he recovered, leaning against the wall and barely standing still.

Would it be better if you turned the pain into tears?

"Qiyang, what are you doing standing here, class is about to start!" Meng Kang hurried in and saw him.

"Ah."

Ye Qiyang returned to his seat, Jian Yue smiled at him: "Qiyang, I figured it out."

"what?"

"Starting today, I will help Bing Ye well and make him happy."

"Ah."

Ye Qiyang turned his head, the golden leaves swirled and fell outside the window, winter had already arrived.

Ye Qiyang walked very slowly step by step, carefully listening to the crisp sound of "click" and "click" coming from under his feet, until Sikong Bingye passed the corner of the teaching building and came face to face.He paused for a moment, without looking sideways, and continued to walk forward.

Kacha, Kacha... The footsteps were chaotic, but there was still no wave on his face.

"Morning." Sikong Bingye spoke first, and a tone colder than this December morning rang in Ye Qiyang's ears, "Do you want to go home?"

"...Mmm." Ye Qiyang stopped and nodded.

If you treat it as ignorance, you may have let down this youthful and unrestrained age.But if after a brief greeting, we are still like two strangers with nothing to talk about, isn't it more sad than rubbing shoulders with each other?

"Jian Yue...isn't she with you?"

"..."

It turns out that what is more unbearable than having nothing to talk about is that I have become an intermediate, connecting you and him, and what you pay attention to in your eyes and heart has never been me.

"I have something to do and I need to go first."

"..."

Ye Qiyang quickened his pace and left the school gate. Su Lingge stood by the car and saw him quickly take off his windbreaker and wrapped him in his arms: "Is it cold?"

Ye Qiyang shook his head.

"Qi Yang, you will be alone when you go back, so go to my place."

"Aunt Qin told me that my father and my mother...may come back." Aunt Qin didn't say "maybe", but Ye Qiyang added it herself. He thought the news didn't come from his parents, but from Aunt Qin Guessed from previous years.

"Forget it. I haven't seen you for so long. You should miss them very much. I will reluctantly let you go free for two days."

"Hmm." Think so?It seems that I don't want to, maybe it's not that I don't want to, but I don't want to think about it. The taste of missing is too bitter, so bitter that it is numb, and it is so bitter that I can't find meaning.