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

Su Linge held his face: "Qiyang, it's my fault, I apologize to you, don't be angry with me, please?"

"..." Ye Qiyang lowered her eyes and remained silent.

"Just stay with me, I don't do anything." Su Lingge carried him into the car, "I have something to do tomorrow, so I can't come here. Fengchu will send you back to school."

"I can go back myself."

"I don't trust you alone."

"Jian Yue will be with me." Ye Qiyang moved to the side, breaking away from Su Lingge's hand on his waist, "It's been like this for so many years, there's nothing to worry about."

"Qiyang, I don't want to argue with you..."

"Am I arguing?"

The tone of voice is calm and the expression is the same. If there is emotion | color, instead of the indifference that can drive people crazy like now, Su Lingge will be very happy. He sighed slightly, so he had to explain: "Qi Yang, what I said to you before I lost my temper because I was jealous, I can't bear the fact that you will no longer be you when you hear the name Sikong Bingye."

"What's the matter with Sikong Bingye? Also, why am I not me?"

"Can't you notice it yourself?" Su Lingge turned his face irritably, "You always have this expression when you face me, no matter what I do, it's useless, but as long as it involves Sikong Bingye, you will immediately It's changed, the way you look at him..."

Su Lingge couldn't go on talking, he had to blame himself for everything, he couldn't blame others, and he had no right to blame.

"..." Ye Qiyang lowered his eyes, unable to refute. He hated his half-heartedness, but he couldn't control his own heart. It was too selfish. If so, he shouldn't continue to provoke Su Lingge, "Su Lingge, We've been dating for a while, right?"

"..."

"If it counts, then let's...break up."

"……What did you say?"

"I'm sorry. I've been doubting you. In fact, I'm the one who didn't give up my sincerity. I..."

"Qiyang, I was wrong!" Su Lingge interrupted him, "I shouldn't talk nonsense, I'm an asshole!"

"Su Lingge, you're not wrong, it's my problem. I know I shouldn't start, but I still..."

"Stop it." Su Lingge stopped him again, "Qiyang, I know you don't want to see me now, it's okay, I'll leave right away, if you don't want to see me for a while, I just don't show up soon."

"Su Lingo..."

"Fengchu, send Qiyang back."

Su Lingge stopped the conversation, his attitude was not tough, and even a little humble, which was inconsistent with his usual style.

Ye Qiyang looked at him for a while, but he couldn't see anything on his slightly tired face, but the smile in his eyes contained a hint of pleading, which was unpredictable.

"Goodbye." Su Lingo kissed the corner of his lips, "Good night."

This year's snow came unexpectedly. The weather forecast just said that the weather will be fine from tonight to tomorrow. As a result, the night was silvery white.

Ye Qiyang stood at the door of the dormitory building. There was a series of one-way footprints on the snow, which belonged to Sikong Bingye. After hesitating for a long time, he finally turned his back and went to the playground.

He was wearing a black coat, and walking in the snow-white world, it was particularly eye-catching, but at this time most people are huddled under the covers, no one would notice, he stopped, his eyes locked on the wall that Su Lingo once climbed over .

I can't remember how long I haven't seen Su Lingge. Maybe it's not that long, but I'm just influenced by habit, which makes the original short-lived grow invisible.

"Su Lingo..."

The three words unconsciously blurted out, he was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes and chuckled, and made a low voice, which drifted away with the wind without leaving any traces.

Suddenly, I felt that there was nothing unacceptable about being forced by Su Lingge. This body was already familiar with his touch and adapted to his intrusion.

Ye Qiyang turned to the last page of his notes and wrote a few words: I'm such a bitch.

Jian Yue came over to look at it: "Qiyang, what are you writing?"

"It's nothing."

Ye Qiyang didn't go to the cafeteria, he found a corner to be dazed, the wind whizzed by, his ears were stiff from the cold, he pulled his collar to cover most of his face, closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, before he had time to think, his collar was torn He opened it, and stuffed something cold into his neck.

Ye Qiyang straightened his body suddenly, and after seeing Su Lingyan's smiling face, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Qiyang, good morning."

Ye Qiyang took out the apple stuffed into his clothes, it was red with drops of water, and it was cold to the touch.

"I washed everything, let's eat."

"Thank you." Ye Qiyang handed the apple back, "I don't want it."

"Brother Qiyang, I specially picked the biggest and most popular one for you. If you refuse, I will be sad." Su Lingyan pursed her lips, "If you don't want to eat it now, just save it for another day, okay?"

"..."

"That `s a deal."

Ye Qiyang stood by the wall without moving for a long time, holding the apple in his hand, the water droplets condensed into ice crystals, and his hands were so cold that they were numb.

Su Lingyan seems to be very sincere, but as long as he thinks of those two small canine teeth and two dimples, he feels like being tricked.

At this time, Su Lingge received an email from Fengchu, which was in Ye Qiyang's current posture, with a sentence beside it: This apple was sent by Sikong Bingye.

Su Lingyan happily deleted the sending record, closed the mailbox, and turned to ask the person tied to the tree: "Fengchu, what do you think?"

"Not very good." Feng Chu said with a bitter face, "Master, can you let me go?"

"You first promise not to tell my brother that I have logged into your mailbox."

"I won't take the initiative to say it." Fengchu knew that Su Lingyan must not use his mailbox for good things.

"Then you stay here."

"Master, the young master usually doesn't ask."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Feng Chu nodded, "Let me loose first, it's not good if someone sees it."

"No."

"Master, I promise not to tell."

"That's good." Su Lingyan untied the rope, kissed Feng Chu on the face with a "baa", and ran away with a smile.

Feng Chu stood where he was, touched his face, and stared at the distant figure thoughtfully.

"Qiyang, where did you get such a big apple?" Meng Kang grabbed the apple on the table, "Can you eat it by yourself?"

In other words, let's break it up.

"I picked it up." Ye Qiyang spit out two words expressionlessly, and pushed away the meal that Jian Yue brought him, "I'm not hungry."

With a "click", Meng Kang chewed and took the food from Jian Yue's hand and forced it to Ye Qiyang: "Do you want to go to the infirmary again?"

"..."

"Eat quickly!" After speaking, he took another big bite, and handed it to Jian Yue, "It's delicious, try it."

Jian Yue shook her head: "I don't want to eat."

"You think I'm dirty?"

"No, I'm full."

"This is the after-dinner fruit. Qi Yang picked it up." Meng Kang touched Ye Qiyang, "Qi Yang, why do you think I'm not so lucky?"

Ye Qiyang ignored him.

"Want to eat?"

Meng Kang held the unbitten side of the apple to his lips, Ye Qiyang turned his head and moved away.

"If you don't eat it, it's mine." Meng Kang cut the apples into small pieces with a fruit knife he didn't know where, and stood on the podium and shouted, "Qiyang invites everyone to eat apples!"

"Hula——" the whole class rushed forward.

"It's gone!" Meng Kang shouted at the top of his voice while being surrounded, "Don't be like a starving ghost!"

When everyone heard this, they all laughed and cursed, no one cared about that piece of apple, they just wanted to get involved.

Ye Qiyang took advantage of this time to go out through the back door, Jian Yue called him, but was drowned out by the chaotic voices.

Ye Qiyang went all the way back to the dormitory, sitting at the desk staring at the phone in a daze, he wanted to call Su Lingge, he didn't have to say anything, just wanted to prove that the person still cared about him.But, what kind of position should we take?

The phone suddenly lit up, it was Su Lingo.

Ye Qiyang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly didn't know whether to answer or not.

The phone was disconnected, followed by a text message: Qiyang, I miss you.

"Su Lingge..." Ye Qiyang murmured, "Su Lingge..."

The phone lighted up again, Ye Qiyang picked it up without saying a word.

"Qi Yang, I miss you so much, would you like to see me?"

"..."

"Since you are willing to answer the phone, why don't you talk?"

"Su Lingge..." Ye Qiyang held the phone, called his name, but there was no more text.

"Qiyang, I'll go find you."

"No, I still have class in the afternoon."

"I'll pick you up that night."

"..." Ye Qiyang didn't speak again, neither agreed nor refused.

"That's it, see you tonight."

Ye Qiyang hung up the phone, his mind was in a mess, although he kept avoiding it, the fact was that he missed Su Lingge.

Ye Qiyang skipped class again, he went out from between the iron bars at the back gate of the school, he was thin, he took off his coat and squeezed out.Turned around the perimeter of the campus for a long time, squatted in the snow at the school gate, huddled against the wall, and waited for Su Lingge.

Fengchu notified Su Lingge of the news immediately, and Su Lingge flew all the way, wrapped him in a down jacket and hugged him: "Qi Yang, why are you staying here?"

"Why are you here now?"

"If I don't come, will you stay here until the evening?"

"..."

"Qiyang, are you deliberately torturing me in this way?" Su Lingge rubbed his cold hands, feeling distressed.

"I didn't think so, I just didn't want to go to class and came out early." Ye Qiyang lowered his eyes, "Are you asking someone to follow me?"

Calculating the time, it should be that Su Lingge knew about it as soon as he came out, and he must have been speeding to arrive in such a timely manner.

"Yes." Su Lingge didn't hide anything, took Ye Qiyang's hand, put it in his clothes, and put it on his chest, "I miss you, but you don't want to see me, so I can only let Fengchu follow you so that I keep track of your situation."

"Yeah." Ye Qiyang grabbed his hand, but didn't pull it back, "Let me go, I'm not cold."

Su Lingge continued to hold him tightly, and touched his face with one hand: "Qiyang, we are still dating, right?"

"... Su Lingge, what kind of person do you think I am?"