Yang Ling? He said his name was Yang Ling? Rong Wanqi's eyes widened and looked at the boy in front of him without blinking. It's him, it's really him.

He has grown taller, and his former youthful appearance has faded, with a mature taste. It's just that the smile and temperament are still the same as seven years ago.

"Yang Ling?" Rong Wanqi tentatively shouted cautiously.

"Remember me?" Yang Ling chuckled and winked at her.

Joy poured out of my heart.

Rong Wanqi unconsciously grabbed his arm: "Yang Ling, why are you in S Da?" Seven years ago, why didn't you say goodbye? Do you know how long I waited for you after school that day, and then I went to your class and asked, and your homeroom teacher said that you dropped out.

Yang Ling, where have you been in the past seven years? I thought I would never see you again, I thought I thought I was ........." Rong Wanqi said anxiously, and stopped when he said this.

"Why do you think so?" Yang Ling's voice suddenly became soft.

Rong Wanqi was annoyed for a moment, and then pouted: "Hurry up and answer me, where have you been in the past seven years?" ”

"I went to City B." Yang Ling replied to her.

"City B? Why did you suddenly go to City B? Rong Wanqi asked puzzled.

"Something happened at home suddenly, and I left in a hurry, and I didn't have time to say goodbye to you, so I didn't get angry, right?" Yang Ling didn't want to mention too much about moving away from S City, so he brought it lightly.

"Of course I'm angry." Rong Wanqi felt that he was reluctant to mention the matter, and he didn't ask any further.

"I'm still angry, then I'll invite you to dinner at night, which can be regarded as making amends." Yang Ling laughed again, his eyebrows and eyes were full of sunshine.

Rong Wanqi was pierced by his sunny smile, squinted slightly, his heart was beating uncontrollably and rapidly, he was asking himself to eat.

"Okay, okay." She stammered, agreed, and her face secretly turned red.

Yang Ling smiled slightly, took the book she was holding in her hand, and put it into the backpack on her shoulder.

Rong Wanqi laughed because of his action, seven years ago, he took the textbook in her arms and put it in his schoolbag. At that time, they had just started junior high school.

Seven years later, they met again, and they were both college students.

Fate? Rong Wanqi thought that she and him actually had a fate. Some people can meet what they will meet, and those who can't meet can only pass by in the end.

She and Yang Ling are among those who can meet. An eighteen-year-old girl who believes in fate.

Yang Ling secretly glanced at the young and pretty girl next to her, I seem to like you a little.

Yang Ling's heart pounded rapidly.

"Evening seven, what do you want to eat?" Yang Ling's voice is always cheerful.

"I'm not a picky eater." Rong Wanqi smiled mischievously.

Yang Ling let out an "oh-" sound. "Then let's go to a Sichuan restaurant to eat hot pot?" He squinted his eyes and smiled badly at the corners of his mouth.

Sichuan restaurant?

"I can't eat spicy." Rong Wanqi said immediately. I understood when I saw the smile on the corner of Yang Ling's mouth.

"Yang Ling, I've thought of what to eat." Rong Wanqi rolled her eyes.

"What to eat?" Yang Ling asked with interest.

"Let's go eat cake."

Yang Ling's stomach tightened.

"I, I don't eat sweet." Yang Ling struggled to suppress the spasms in his stomach.

"Haha." Rong Wanqi laughed out loud when he saw his expression.

The two looked at each other and smiled. It turns out that after so many years, the two of them have not forgotten what they hate each other to eat.

Rong Wanqi doesn't eat spicy, and Yang Ling doesn't eat sweet.

The atmosphere becomes delicate.