Do you have a boyfriend

The photo was taken a long time ago, and it was taken again by mobile phone, and the person on it stood far away, and the face was not clear.

Tong Yihang said he looked like, not who he thought he looked like, but the temperament of this young man, which made him seem familiar.

[install]:?

[Mango Youth League Forever Dropping God]: I can't remember...

[Mango Youth League will always drop God]: This can't be a star, can it?Yo man cubs, chasing stars?

It's no wonder that he wanted to quarrel. The photos of lovers saved by normal people would not look like this. This is more like a childhood photo of a celebrity that was exposed.

Now many people like to be mother fans, and Tong Yihang sees them a lot.

Song Chuman frowned and refuted him.

[An]: No.

[Mango Youth League will always drop God]: Huh? ?But why is your picture so weird?

[Mango Youth League Forever Dropping God]: Don't you have any recent photos?

[Mango Youth League Forever Dropping God]: Then how long have you known each other?How old is he this year?How many people are there in the family?Do you have a house or a car?

Song Chuman: "..."

Tong Yihang had too many questions, and he was reluctant to talk about it at first because of this.

Irritability and impatience arose in his heart, and he looked down at the phone for no reply.

And he found that each of these questions asked by Tong Yihang would take him a long time to recall.

How long have you known each other?More than ten years.

How old is this year?Older than him, he called him brother when he was a kid.

How many people are in the family?

How is your family?

……

Song Chuman's mind became more and more confused, and he even began to suspect that what Tong Yihang said was right. This photo belonged to someone else, and he saw it and kept it.

There is no brother who has known him for more than ten years. It is all his imagination that he uses to comfort himself when he is vulnerable and lonely.

But he still remembers every detail, that was the only little happiness in his childhood.

Song Chuman couldn't accept it, and he chose to escape from it temporarily.

At the same time, he felt an unprecedented sense of loneliness, and subconsciously found the phone.

What Lu Zhao said today echoed in his ears, and he was absolutely true.

Song Chuman didn't hesitate for too long, and called Lu Zhao.

"Chuman, what's wrong?"

Hearing a familiar voice, Song Chuman stepped back from the cloud to the ground, holding his phone in silence.

There was only a shallow breathing sound from the other end of the phone. Lu Zhao guessed the intention of Song Chuman's call, and asked aloud, "Did you accidentally press it?"

"……Um."

Lu Zhao didn't hang up either, and took the initiative to pick up the topic: "Do you feel better?"

"Ah."

"What are you going to eat tonight? I also refer to it."

It was only then that Song Chuman remembered that he didn't eat lunch, and he didn't feel hungry.

"...I don't know, what to eat."

A thin cat meow appeared, and Song Chuman held his breath: "Mianmian?"

Mianmian yelled again, this time more clearly, Lu Zhao hugged it and put it next to the phone.

Lu Zhao smiled and said, "It heard you."

Song Chuman's nose was inexplicably sore.

He was silent for a long time again, Lu Zhao didn't urge or ask, it seemed that he had turned on the hands-free, besides his gentle breathing, he could still hear the slight sound of clothes rubbing against each other.

Song Chuman listened quietly for a while, then calmed down: "Sorry, don't bother me now."

"Okay." Lu Zhao responded.

After hanging up the phone, Song Chuman received a WeChat message from Lu Zhao.

It was a photo sent by the hospital. The cow cat was in good spirits, staring at the camera with a pair of yellow eyes.

[Lu Zhao]: Give him a name.

Song Chuman was a waste of names, he was thinking hard.

[An]: Call it a cow?

The dialogue box was silent for a while before Lu Zhao replied.

[Lu Zhao]: It's better to call Ruan Ruan.

Creamy and soft.

At the beginning of the Song Dynasty, Mandun had a subtle feeling. It turned out that Lu Zhao's choice of name was not very good.

Of course it was much better than what he had chosen, so the cow cat had a new name.

Song Chuman hadn't thought about putting Ruan Ruan there after he was discharged from the hospital.

From the bottom of his heart, he resists keeping cats, and he would rather find another good home for Ruan Ruan.

Ruan Ruan still had to stay in the hospital for a while, and Song Chuman's plan to leave here quietly was forced to shelve.

So he simply gave Xiao Deng a longer vacation, and if he could not go out for a while, even if Cao Yuan knew where he lived, Song Chu couldn't believe that he would come to him.

If this happened, he would call the police directly.

**

On Saturday afternoon, Song Chuman was supposed to go to the hospital to see Lu Zhao.

He dawdled and didn't want to go out, he would pass a flower shop on the way to the hospital, he was afraid of running into Cao Yuan.

In the past two days, there have been frequent calls from unfamiliar mobile phones, both from other places and locals. It is very likely that it is Cao Yuan, and Song Chuman will not answer them at all.

Seeing that the agreed time was approaching, Song Chuman sent a message to Lu Zhao, excused that he couldn't come.

Lu Zhao received a phone call almost immediately, and Song Chuman picked it up.

"What's the matter?" Lu Zhao asked, "I saw that the flower shop was not open two days ago, so I asked you but didn't receive a reply."

Song Chuman returned to the WeChat interface to look. He had turned off the phone two days ago, and there was indeed a message that was ignored.

"There are some... private matters." Song Chuman didn't want to talk about his illness.

Lu Zhao asked again: "Are you at home now?"

Song Chuman lied: "Not here."

Lu Zhao was quiet for a moment, then spoke again: "Chuman, did something happen?"

Even if Song Chuman had something urgent to do, and Xiao Deng was in the flower shop, he shouldn't close the shop directly. Besides, as far as he knew, Song Chuman hadn't left the community until today except for going to a nearby supermarket yesterday.

He has something to hide from him.

Lu Zhao searched in his mind, wanting to know what else he missed.

Song Chuman still refused to say, "No."

Lu Zhao's face became more and more serious, and he hung up the phone after saying "I'll be right over".

Before Song Chuman had time to ask him, how did he know which floor and which household he lived in?

He put down his phone in a daze, went to the window sill and opened the curtain to look out.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a figure turned downstairs, and it really was Lu Zhao.

Song Chuman closed the curtains with a "swish", unbelievable.

His psychiatrist came to find someone in person because he didn't go to the hospital today?

After a while, the doorbell rang, and Song Chu opened the door with complicated eyes.

Lu Zhao said calmly, "Didn't you say you're not at home?"

Song Chuman blocked the door, not intending to let him in, and said slowly, "Is this a new service from the hospital?"

There was obvious resistance in his eyes, and Lu Zhao realized that he was impatient.

"I'm worried about you," Lu Zhao softened his attitude when he saw nothing unusual in him, "won't you let me in?"

Song Chuman was reluctant. Since he lived alone, no one had visited his house. He held the doorknob, and finally turned sideways to let Lu Zhao in.

He just cleaned the house in the morning. The house is not big, but it is more than enough for him to live alone.

Song Chuman took out a paper cup and poured Lu Zhao a glass of water: "Sit."

"What's wrong with Xiao Deng?" Lu Zhao lowered his head to drink water.

"..." Song Chu had a wooden face, feeling a little uncomfortable, "Yeah."

Why does Lu Zhao seem to know everything, regardless of the flower shop, how does he know exactly where he lives?

Although anyone can enter and exit the community, the guards will not mention any residents' information, and Song Chuman never mentioned it in the hospital or other places.

The author has something to say: I would like to mention one more thing here, the things Mr. Lu does are quite unreasonable, especially since he is still a psychiatrist in name

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