The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

"Hey, you're Ye Shu, right?"

Ye Shu was thinking about what local specialties to bring back when he heard a woman's voice behind him. He turned around instinctively.

A stylishly dressed girl stood a few steps away, wearing a black coat and a pair of rather exquisite-looking ankle boots.

The most eye-catching thing was the pair of large sunglasses on her face that covered half of her face. If you didn't know better, you would think she was a celebrity out shopping.

Seeing Ye Shu turn around, the girl seemed to have confirmed something, and she ran over with her boots clicking excitedly.

"It really is you!"

hiss......

Ye Shu stared at the large sunglasses in front of him, his mind blank, and he opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't say the name.

Seeing Ye Shu's dazed expression, the girl wasn't angry at all. Instead, she chuckled and playfully punched his arm, complaining slightly:

"What's wrong? You haven't recognized your old classmates in years? Your eyesight isn't what it used to be, Ye Shu!"

"Big sister, even if I cover half my face, you still won't recognize me."

"Virtue!"

The girl chuckled and playfully scolded him, then decisively removed the sunglasses, casually tucking them into her collar. She then tilted her head slightly, her large, bright eyes, tinged with a mischievous glint, looking directly at Ye Shu.

"Now? Do you remember who I am?"

"Uh...this...ah...um..."

Looking at that undeniably pretty face, Ye Shu frantically searched his mind for a name that matched. High school classmate? Elementary school classmate? A relative's child? No, none of those... That feeling of "being very familiar with someone but just not being able to remember" made his expression twist a little.

When the girl saw that he still didn't recognize her, her smile faded slightly, and she pouted, looking a little hurt.

"Sigh, alright, alright, you're so forgetful. I'll give you a hint: Class 2, Grade 12, ABB."

Ye Shu subconsciously repeated it, and as she read it, she suddenly remembered a girl who always wore a high ponytail and had a small tiger tooth when she smiled, and then blurted out:

"Class 2, Grade 12... ABB... ABB... Song Yunyun?!"

"Hey! That's right!"

Song Yunyun's face instantly brightened, her smile returned, and her signature little tiger tooth was revealed.

Now Ye Shu remembered her completely. Song Yunyun, the girl in Class 2 of Senior Three who was always full of energy, had average grades, and a slightly naive smile.

She was someone Ye Shu could barely call... his first love.

It was during my senior year of high school, a time of great chaos and pressure for everyone.

Under this pressure, and it's unclear who started it, but most people chose to have a campus romance to relieve the pressure.

Ye Shu was a fully functional young man just beginning to experience love, and naturally he wanted to taste the joys of romance. His chosen one was none other than the kind-hearted Song Yunyun.

Ye Shu never mentioned this ill-fated romance to anyone; the mere mention of it brought tears to her eyes.

I remember it was a cloudy night with the moon obscured and hormones running high. After evening self-study, those with partners went back to the dormitory with their partners, while those without partners planned to find one to go back to the dormitory with.

Ye Shu naturally belongs to the latter category.

He mustered all the courage he had accumulated over the past decade or so, found Song Yunyun, his palms sweating and lips dry, and after a long pause, finally spoke:

"Song Yunyun, there's something I want to talk to you about."

But no sooner had he finished speaking than Song Yunyun's boyfriend stood in front of him. Good heavens, this guy was on the school's sports team, and he looked like he'd grown up on fertilizer; he was a whole head taller than Ye Shu.

What happened next was quite simple. Ye Shu was taken to the men's restroom by her boyfriend and had a long, complicated conversation, and that was the end of it.

I never expected that we would meet again here after so many years.

The Song Yunyun before me has long since shed her high school naiveté. She is now fashionably dressed and has a bright and cheerful demeanor, which is both overlapping and separate from the image of her in my memory—the one with a ponytail and wearing a school uniform.

Ye Shu looked at Song Yunyun and couldn't help but sigh:

"It's been a long time. It seems like it's been since we graduated from high school. You've really changed a lot."

"You're the one who looks like poop!"

Song Yunyun immediately glared at him, deliberately misinterpreting his words, but her eyes flashed with amusement, and she raised her hand as if to hit him again:

"Can't you speak properly? After all these years, you're still as cheeky as ever."

She withdrew her hand, deliberately crossed her arms, and pouted:

"You too, you disappeared right after graduation. You didn't even come to the graduation party, and you didn't even bother to contact your old classmates. You didn't even leave your contact information when you left. That's so inconsiderate!"

"At the time, I was so focused on deciding which major to choose that my mind was a mess, I didn't think about that much."

Ye Shu smiled, then suddenly remembered her own ill-fated "relationship" and that "love rival" who grew up eating fertilizer, and couldn't help but ask:

"Hey, what happened between you and your boyfriend?"

"Who? My boyfriend?"

Song Yunyun blinked her big eyes, looking confused, clearly not following Ye Shu's train of thought.

Seeing that she didn't remember, Ye Shu reminded her:

"That tall guy, the one on our school's team."

Two seconds later, Song Yunyun seemed to just remember something and said "Oh":

"Oh, you mean him? He's not my boyfriend."

"what?"

Now it was Ye Shu's turn to be stunned.

"He did pursue me back then; he waited for me by the basketball court and confessed his feelings."

Song Yunyun shrugged:

"But I don't like that type. They're too muscular, like mountains. I feel like I have to crane my neck to talk to them. So I just rejected them. Why are you asking this?"

"I...I'm fine..."

Ye Shu was speechless. So, after all this time, he had been robbed of his chance back then?! And not by the right person, but by a suitor who had already been rejected?!

Song Yunyun countered with:

"And what about you? So many years have passed, and you haven't found anyone? You're not... still single, are you?"

Ye Shu opened her mouth, the word "no" rolled around in her mouth, but she didn't say it out loud immediately.

Saying no... feels a bit embarrassing, as if I've accomplished nothing in relationships all these years, like nobody wants me.

If you ask me if there is someone... Ye Shu couldn't help but think of the person in Yun Duan Yuan whom he dared not speak to.

He pursed his lips, employing his defensive tactic from when faced with a difficult question:

"You're making fun of me? Aren't you an old man too?"

"I'm just being selective and pursuing a quality life. What do you know?"

Song Yunyun stuck out her tongue and made a face, but the topic was indeed steered off course:

"But seriously, you've changed quite a bit. Compared to before... well, you look a bit more robust, and your demeanor is... more composed? How's life going out there?"

"Just messing around..."

Ye Shu glossed over the topic, not wanting to elaborate on her surreal life of "living in a luxury mansion for 800 yuan a month and working as a nanny for four beautiful women in one," and instead asked:

"And you? Judging by your outfit, you've struck it rich!"

Song Yunyun adjusted the sunglasses on her collar, a hint of pride in her expression.

"I've also gone abroad and now I work in social media, shooting videos of outfits, store visits, vlogs, etc. I guess you could call me a freelancer."

Ye Shu was a little surprised, but also felt it made sense. Song Yunyun was lively and playful, so this profession was indeed suitable for her.

"Then wouldn't you become an internet celebrity?"

"It's alright, just enough to make a living."

Although Song Yunyun said that, her eyes still couldn't hide her joy. Then she looked at Ye Shu and asked:

"I was just about to ask, is this little girl next to you your sister?"

Little girl? What little girl?

Ye Shu turned her head and found that there was indeed someone next to her. A girl with a high ponytail, wearing a small shirt, was carrying a suitcase and stood motionless and expressionless next to her, staring coldly at Song Yunyun.

An Suxue? !

Upon seeing the face of the person next to him, Ye Shu nearly dropped his chin. He blinked, wondering if he was seeing things.

Those eyes, that nose, that mouth, that face... this is An Suxue!