Yi Jiarong was still stunned, and saw the slender figure of the young man turning away without dragging his feet.

Keep your eyes on it, not knowing what you're thinking?

"Jiarong, what are you looking at?"

The familiar voice from behind still didn't bring Yi Jiarong back to his senses, and when he looked over, he saw the figure of Yi still wandering in the corridor.

Cool words?

"Why is he here?"

To be honest, Yuan Qishan still didn't believe in what the boy did.

Or that he can't accept that a person has changed so much. How disgusting he was before, how enviable and jealous he is now.

In the interval between his release, Yi Jiarong also recovered, looking at his friend's puzzled look.

"Tell me, what did you do to him before?"

The words just analyzed did have a deep feeling for him.

I don't want to be friends with my classmates in Class A.

So if his class has done anything heinous to him during his absence, it seems that he must ask carefully.

"Nothing?"

"Huh?"

For his friends who are familiar with him, Yuan Qishan doesn't dare to lie, but inexplicably, he just doesn't want to say anything about Yan Liangxi.

Looking at the undisguised warning in Yi Jiarong's eyes, he still gave in.

"We did the last time he was in the hospital."

Seeing death as if it were home, with fear.

"What ......"

"I said, last time we put him in the hospital."

"Okay...... Yuan Qishan, you are really good! ”

If you just look at the literal meaning, you will feel that this is a compliment, provided that you have to ignore Yi Jiarong's cold and frozen face.

"Tell me about it."

"Last time he wrote you a love letter! We thought we couldn't see it and beat him up. ”

"Huh! Guys? Who else? ”

"This ...... No one...... I... Misspoken......"

"Yuan Shao!"

To be honest, in fact, the two of them look so good, but Yuan Qishan is still very afraid of this friend who has played with him since he was a child, and he has seen that method.

Especially when he looked at him with a chuckle and called him "Yuan Shao".

Scared him.

All scruples are forgotten.

"And Yimin and Tan Yixue."

"It's the two of them again, tell me, how many such things have happened?"

is obviously used to the outrageous things that Yuan Qishan did for Hua Yimin, and he looks normal.

Look, only Yuan Qishan knows how much he wants to beat himself up in his heart.

"Yuan Shao! It's not me talking about you, a man is played with by a woman every day. Is it detrimental to the demeanor of the Yuan family? ”

"Let's stay away from the two of them, they're not as innocent as they seem."

"Also, the one in your team is named Yang Qian, think about what to do."

"Don't try to challenge Yan Liangxi's bottom line anymore, and don't try to be his enemy. Don't blame me for not reminding you as a friend, he can't afford to mess with us! ”

Yi Jiarong, who saw things very clearly, still didn't want to be a friend of his own, and finally gave him a coffin!

A kind reminder, it's not his business to listen to it or not.

As he spoke, he turned around and entered the private room, leaving a meaningful look for him to slowly comprehend.

"Cousin, what's wrong? I didn't seem to be happy when I saw Brother Yi just now. ”

At the moment when Yuan Qishan thought about Yi Jiarong's words, he felt a burst of temperature from his wrist.

When I looked down, I saw a white dress painted with reasonable light makeup, and Hua Yimin, who looked so innocent and lovely, said with a blank face.

To be honest, to be reminded so clearly.

Rao is Yuan Qishan's love for his cousin, who looks very simple, really from the bottom of his heart.

But it also gave birth to many pimples.

I can't believe unconditionally like I used to.

"Nothing!"

As he spoke, he let go of the hand he was holding and followed Yi Jiarong into the private room.

Leave Hua Yimin with a distorted smile on her face!

……

I put down the book and thought how many anxious paths my mother had traveled to find her son in such a large garden. For the first time in many years, I realized that not only were there my ruts everywhere in this garden, but there were also my mother's footprints wherever my ruts were.

——Shi Tiesheng, "Me and the Altar of Earth"