He said he doesn't love me

How difficult is it?

It was so unbearable that he would feel scared when he thought about it during the day.

Sun Yichu lowered his eyes and looked at the candy stick, took a deep breath and put those things behind him.

My brother said that things that are not remembered are not important. That is why he forgets them because those things are not important and only make him sad.

If you forget it, you won’t be sad.

"Okay, we're home." Tang Yihe parked the car and turned around to find Sun Yichu staring blankly with the candy in his mouth.

He called out softly twice, bringing Sun Yichu's thoughts back to reality.

"Auntie won't be back these two days, I'll take you out for dinner tonight. Okay, go back and have a nap. You look so sleepy and dazed." Tang Yihe smiled and asked, "Do you want to eat steak or Japanese food tonight?"

"I want to eat wontons. I want to eat the wontons you make." Sun Yichu chewed the candy in pieces and looked at Tang Yihe with sparkling eyes: "Brother's wontons are better than the ones you buy."

Tang Yihe smiled helplessly: "Okay, then you go back to sleep, I'll go buy meat and wonton wrappers."

"Okay, be careful on the road." Sun Yichu said and happily got out of the car and went into the house. Tang Yihe responded and drove away again.

The midday light was hot and dazzling. As soon as Sun Yichu entered the house, he felt the cool breeze blowing on his face. He couldn't help but stretch himself and sighed that it was still more comfortable at home.

He put on his slippers and ran upstairs. The bed sheets in the room had been changed to a refreshing grass green, dotted with white flowers, which was very eye-catching.

Sun Yichu smiled and glanced at them, then packed his clothes and went into the bathroom. He had just returned from the hospital, and going to bed directly was not allowed at home.

Soon, he changed into a white silk pajamas and walked out of the bathroom. His hair was still dripping with water, and he didn't want to use a hair dryer, so he simply picked up his phone and a towel and went out to the balcony.

If we were to ask what was the most common thing in the house, besides the dishes and chopsticks, the rattan chairs were probably the most common. Almost every balcony in the house was equipped with one, of course, this was also due to Sun Yichu's habit of lying around.

During that period he was always drowsy and would lie down wherever he went. Tang Yihe simply placed his favorite rattan chairs everywhere, and even the pillows and blankets inside were exactly the same.

He sat in the chair, scrolling through the video with one hand and wiping his hair with the other. Maybe it was because the towel absorbed water quickly, or maybe it was because the sun was too hot, but his hair was almost dry after playing for less than five minutes.

Sun Yichu swung his feet, covered his head with a towel, put his phone on the small table beside him, and simply closed his eyes and went to sleep.

The gentle breeze, coupled with the effort of the air conditioner, allowed him to sleep comfortably even though he was sleeping on the balcony.

A string of beautiful acacia wind chimes hung outside the glass window. They tinkled when the wind blew, relieving his anxiety that prevented him from falling asleep.

The rattan chair rocked gently, just like the cradle that parents pushed when they were young, and it was very comfortable to sleep in. Sun Yichu fell into a deep sleep.

When Tang Yihe went upstairs, he saw him sleeping soundly, with the blanket half on the ground and half on his stomach. He shook his head helplessly, walked forward to take off the towel covering his head, and raised his hand to lower the white curtain.

It provides shade, allows ventilation, and won't catch a cold.

"I have a bed but I don't sleep on it. Does this balcony have some strange magic?" Tang Yihe curled his lips, remembering that when he was abroad, he also particularly liked to sleep on the balcony and hardly ever slept in bed.

His parents once teased him, saying that he must have been a canary trapped in a cage on the balcony in his previous life, which was why he liked sleeping on the balcony so much.

Tang Yihe frowned as he laughed. He looked around the balcony but didn't find anything strange.

So what attracted him?

Wind chimes?

He looked up at the wind chime. It was something that could be bought in the market, nothing special about it.

Is that a rattan chair?

I heard that he has one on the balcony of his bedroom in Sun's house.

Then, could it be that his diary is hidden in the Sun family?

Tang Yihe had no idea. If the thing was in the Sun family, the Sun family wouldn't know nothing. That meant the diary was not in the Sun family, or...

The Sun family was not found.

He felt that the possibility of not finding it was greater. After all, something like a diary could not be hidden somewhere else. Most of them were hidden at home.

After thinking about it, he called Sun Qi and told him that he would be there in two hours and asked them to stay at home.

Tang Yihe hung up the phone and went into the house to find a pen and paper. After leaving a note and the time he would be back, he got up, went downstairs and drove away.

When he reached the door, he suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "If I leave, he probably won't even bother to eat dinner."

No, skipping dinner is absolutely not an option.

"Beep beep..."

At this time, in the president's office of Cangyue Building.

Li Cheng was writing furiously on a document and was startled when his cell phone rang.

If for no other reason, the sudden ringing of the bell is just scary.

He frowned and put down his pen. Normally, most of the calls during working hours were from work numbers, and people with private numbers seldom called him.

Li Cheng glanced at the note: Brother.

Did something happen to Yichu?

He answered the phone in a hurry, but before he could say anything, he heard Tang Yihe asking him to come over after get off work, as he had something to do and might not be back until tomorrow, and he was worried about Sun Yuchu being home alone.

So I called Li Cheng to ask him to go over and accompany Sun Yichu tonight, just for one night, and he will be back tomorrow.

"It's okay, brother. How about I take him to my place? It's the same thing." Li Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. As long as nothing happened, it was good.

"No need, he won't be used to the new environment. He said he wanted to eat wontons in the evening, I have already packed them and put them in the refrigerator, you two can just cook them yourselves in the evening. Well, I'll hang up first, and you go to work." Tang Yihe didn't feel embarrassed to disturb others at work, and hung up the phone after giving instructions.

Get in the car, fasten your seat belt, step on the accelerator and rush out.

Nanyi is still some distance away from Nanjiang. If he goes there earlier, maybe he won't have to bother Li Cheng. I wonder if Sun Yichu will be unhappy when he sees the note when he wakes up. I'd better call him and tell him.

Tang Yihe concentrated on driving and wished he could fly there directly, but the road was long and there was a speed camera.

There's really no way, it can't be any faster.

When he arrived in Nanjiang, it was almost four o'clock. He was stuck in traffic for another half an hour and finally arrived at the Sun family courtyard at half past four.

The housekeeper stepped forward to open the door for him. Tang Yihe was not polite and drove the car in immediately.

"Sit inside, my eldest brother and the others will be back soon." Sun Qing went out and saw that it was him, then looked around to see if Sun Yichu had followed him. The next second, he received a warning look from Tang Yihe.

"Don't look, he fell asleep and didn't come with us." Tang Yihe was speechless. There were so many people in the Sun family, why did they leave only Sun Qing behind?

As soon as he saw this man, he immediately remembered what his subordinates had reported.

"The young master has the best relationship with the third and fourth brothers."

Ah!

"Why, you're in your own house, do you still need me to invite you in?" Tang Yihe got out of the car and walked into the house. But when he turned around, he found Sun Qing standing there in a daze. He couldn't help but twitched his lips and teased, "Or are you afraid to be alone with me? What, are you afraid that I will beat you up?"

"No, no, sorry, I was distracted just now." Sun Qing hurriedly followed. Tang Yihe snorted coldly and said, "Distracted? It's none of my business if you're distracted. When will they come back? I'm busy."

"We'll be there in about ten minutes. What would you like to drink? Longjing or..." Sun Qing poured him a glass of water, and suddenly remembered that Yi Chu mentioned that he also liked to drink tea. He changed the water and asked, "My eldest brother just got some Biluochun, would you like to try it?"

Tang Yihe looked around and didn't respond: "Do you have any photos or videotapes of Yichu from childhood to adulthood? Give them to me, I can use them."

Sun Qing was stunned and said, "There is no tradition of recording in our family. He didn't like taking pictures when he was young, so there are very few photos."

"Very few, still none." Tang Yihe retracted her gaze: "Even if there is no videotape, there must be graduation photos, elementary school, junior high school, high school and university. Don't tell me that he doesn't like to take graduation photos."

"I... I'll go look for it. These are usually collected by my parents. Maybe they are in their room." Sun Qing handed over a cup of Biluochun and went upstairs.

"Wait." Tang Yihe stopped him and asked, "Where is Yichu's diary? Get it down for me on the way."

Sun Qing frowned and turned back: "I really don't know about this. We can't touch his things. He kept them all by himself."

"Then tell me where his room is, and I can find it myself." Tang Yihe stood up and walked upstairs, and in a few steps he came to Sun Qing's side. "Just tell me which room it is. He didn't tell you not to touch it, but he didn't tell me not to touch it."

Sun Qing opened his mouth but couldn't find the words to refute. He had no choice but to take Tang Yihe to Sun Yichu's former room, "Here it is. We have someone to clean it. It's very clean."

"Well, let's go find it." Tang Yihe pushed open the door and saw the clean and tidy room. "Did you specially tidy it up?"

Sun Qing shook his head: "No, we have to knock on the door before entering his room. He usually doesn't let his aunt touch his things, so he basically cleans them himself."

The implication is: Sun Yichu's room has always been like this.

"It doesn't look like a child's room at all. You really know how to act as brothers." Tang Yihe narrowed his eyes, went into the room and closed the door.

Sun Qing couldn't find anything to say for a long time, so he just went to look for something. Although he didn't know what Tang Yihe wanted these things for, it should be related to Sun Yuchu.

Tang Yihe looked around the room and became angrier and angrier.

Apart from some books with Sun Ran's name on them, there was no trace of his life in this room.

"Even the cleaning lady is rarely allowed to come in, so where would his things be placed?" Tang Yihe pushed open the balcony door and saw the rattan chair at a glance.

Sure enough, there was one.

He went forward and saw that the blanket on the wicker chair was neatly folded, with a ring on it.

Tang Yihe picked up the ring and looked around, and found that it was just an ordinary ring, so he didn't pay much attention to it. He looked around, but didn't find anything. In desperation, he called his mother.

It was very noisy over there, like someone was busy.

"Hey?"

"Mom, it's me. I want to ask, do you know where Yichu usually hides things?" Tang Yihe sat on the edge of the bed, fiddling with the pen on the table.

"Him? Why, what has he hidden again? Look on the ceiling to see if there's anything there. If not, look under the bed. There are only two places. He always likes to hide things. You should keep an eye on him so he doesn't hide a knife like he did that day."

"Okay, I got it. You go ahead." Tang Yihe got the answer and hung up the phone. He took off his shoes and stepped onto the bed. Taking advantage of his height, he tiptoed slightly and touched the light hanging from the ceiling.

The lamp was hung just high enough that Sun Yichu could reach it without having to step on a chair.

Tang Yihe originally wanted to just take a look and try his luck, but the next second, his hand touched a box.

The box was not big and seemed to be used to hold some ornaments.

He took the box down with a frown, opened it and saw a key and a small notebook inside.

"Diary?!" Tang Yihe exclaimed, and hurriedly sat down and opened the book. But all he saw was blank. He turned the pages one by one without giving up, but there was no writing at all.