But still, nothing.

Zhao Yancheng was a little unconvinced, and went to peel off the shoulder strap on her other side.

At this moment, Tan Yumeng's face was already a little pale, and her voice became cold while struggling: "Zhao Yancheng, are you a pervert!" ”

There was still nothing on the other shoulder, Zhao Yancheng couldn't help but let go of her slowly, and there was an indescribable loss in his heart.

She's been dead for so long, and he's still fantasizing about something.

How could it be her......

Tan Yumeng, who had regained his freedom, turned around, raised his hand and slapped him hard: "Perverted!" ”

Men really don't have a good thing.

There was a hot pain in his cheeks, which made Zhao Yancheng come back to his senses.

He raised his eyes to look at the woman in front of him, and said slowly in a low voice, "I'm sorry." ”

His eyes were full of loneliness, as if he was expecting something but was suddenly disappointed, and there was an indescribable bitterness and heaviness all over his body, which was indescribably distressing.

Tan Yumeng looked away a little uncomfortably and said, "Don't pick up women's clothes casually in the future." ”

Hearing that her voice was a little nasal, Zhao Yancheng noticed that her eyes were a little red, and paused to try to explain: "I just think... You're a lot like me. ”

Tan Yumeng paused, turned his head to look at him, and his fingertips couldn't help curling up slightly.

Zhao Yancheng said slowly: "It's just that she has been dead for many years. ”

With that, he didn't wait for her to speak, and turned around and walked towards the banquet.

Tan Yumeng looked at his back and lost his mind, and felt that his back was a little lonely and depressed for no reason, as if he was carrying pain that did not belong to his age.

Tan Yumeng had an urge to stop him for a moment, but in the end he just opened his mouth and said nothing.

At this moment, Zhao Siqing hurriedly came over: "Yan Cheng." ”

"Yes." Zhao Yancheng was still silent and answered, but his eyes fell on Zhao Siqing.

Zhao Siqing looked at him with a somewhat complicated gaze, returned the wallet to him and said softly: "You lost the wallet." ”

Zhao Yancheng stretched out his hand to take it, and his movements were very slow.

Zhao Siqing hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but speak: "Yan Cheng, all along, you... Is the person you like Konishi? ”

Her voice was not loud, but standing in the relatively quiet corridor, Tan Yumeng, who was not far away, still heard the conversation between the two clearly.

When she heard this, she paused, looking at the two sisters and brothers not far away.

Zhao Yancheng didn't make a sound, but Zhao Siqing said softly: "I saw the photo in your wallet, it's a photo of me and her." ”

"Yes, I like it." Zhao Yancheng lowered his eyes, his voice was hoarse, with indescribable bitterness.

When he was younger, he didn't even know what liking was.

I just remember that there is a beautiful sister who always comes to the house to play, she always smiles happily, bright and hearty, as if she will fall in love with people unconsciously.

All he knew was that every time she appeared, his eyes would unconsciously pay attention to her, and every time she came or talked to him, he would involuntarily be happy and throbbing.

Even when he has always been silent, he always can't help but want to lean in front of her, even if he can get a little attention from her.

"I said, little brother, what's the matter with you, why do you blush when you see your sister?" Gu Xiaoxi laughed at him with a smile.

He was teased by her and fled, went back to stare in the mirror and looked at it repeatedly for a long time, hoping that the blush on his face would fade as soon as possible.

"Little brother, my sister brought you cookies today~"