Do you have a boyfriend

The face of the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy is gradually opening, and he can vaguely see what Lu Zhao will look like in the future.

Song Chuman stared at it for a long time.

Why does he feel... so familiar.

He retreated the web page to the background, clicked on the photo album on his phone, and flipped to the top one.

This photo was picked up in the neighbor's villa by him when he ran out secretly.

At that time the villa had been vacated, and several people were cleaning the yard. Song Chuman slipped in to find someone, but was found and kicked out.

Before leaving, he picked up this photo on the floor of the living room, and quietly stuffed it into his clothes to hide it.

Over time, the photo became old and yellowed, with several creases on it. Song Chuman was afraid that it might be damaged, so he scanned it and saved it in his mobile phone.

After such a long time, Song Chuman hadn't thought about finding this person for a long time, and kept the photo, it was just a thought.

This was the only special existence he had when he was young, and later he fell into fantasy and regarded him as his boyfriend.

It has been more than ten years, and the other party may have gone to a farther city, married and had children, and I don't remember him.

But why... Lu Zhao's face at the age of 15 was so similar to the brother he met back then?

Back on the page, Song Chuman saved the photo of the family of three, enlarged and cropped it until only Lu Zhao was left.

He flipped through the two photos repeatedly for comparison, his hands trembling.

Take the photo he picked up alone, and compare it with the current Lu Zhao. If you don't say that the two are related, you don't think they are similar at first glance.

Looking at Lu Zhao when he was fifteen or sixteen years old...it's too similar.

Will they be the same person?

Song Chuman was at a loss. His former brother never mentioned his name, only saying that he was the gardener's son.

It's just not right from the point of view of identity.

But if it was the child of an ordinary servant, would he leave a photo in the living room?Still in the garden.

Most of the details of getting along with each other in childhood have been blurred. Song Chuman only remembered that every time his brother brought him good food, he always said it was stolen when asked.

Song Chuman was afraid that he would be found out, so he didn't want him anymore, so he said that he would be fine, and told Song Chuman not to worry.

On the day the two met for the last time, my brother said, "Why don't you come to my house."

If it is really Lu Zhao, does he still remember himself?

If you remember, did Lu Zhao recognize him when the two met again?

……

The more Song Chuman thought about it, the more confused he became. He clicked on Lu Zhao's number and dialed it. Just as the call was connected, Song Chuman hung up again.

Half a minute later, Lu Zhao called him again.

The bell rang for a long time, Song Chuman threw away all the messy things in his mind, and picked it up.

"Why did you hang up when you called just now?"

"I..." Song Chuman panicked casually, "I pressed the wrong button."

Lu Zhao seemed to believe it: "Well, what are you doing?"

A distant voice on his phone called him: "Mr. Lu, this..."

Song Chuman took the initiative and said, "Go ahead, I'm going downstairs to feed the cat."

"Okay," Lu Zhao replied, "See you tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Song Chuman also silently replied in his heart: See you tomorrow.

Before going to bed, Song Chuman thought of another thing.

Lu Zhao seemed to have called him "An'an".

He thought it was his auditory hallucination, but now that he thinks about it, it might not be.

Song Chuman thought wildly for a long time, and finally went to bed very late.

The next day he missed the alarm clock and was woken up by Lu Zhao's phone call.

Song Chuman took out his phone and checked the time. It was already ten past eight, and he instantly woke up.

"I'm sorry I overslept..." He answered Lu Zhao's call first, then lifted the quilt and got up, "I'll get up right away..."

Lu Zhao smiled and said, "Okay, there's no rush, I just arrived outside your community."

After hanging up the phone, Song Chuman quickly washed and changed his clothes, and opened the door.

Lu Zhao stood at the door and raised the bag in his hand: "Eat breakfast first."

He bought soup dumplings and soy milk fritters. Song Chuman lowered his head and took a sip of soy milk, quietly looking at Lu Zhao.

Lu Zhao tore the fritters into small pieces and piled them in a bowl for Song Chuman: "Eat slowly, don't worry."

Song Chuman wanted to ask Lu Zhao directly, but he didn't know how to ask.

Apart from looking alike, Lu Zhao's father also stayed in City D...

He was eating breakfast absent-mindedly. Lu Zhao saw it and didn't ask any questions.

When Song Chuman got on the co-pilot at the time of departure, Lu Zhao helped him fasten his seat belt and asked, "Nervous?"

Song Chuman shook his head, then nodded hesitantly.

"What are you nervous about?" Lu Zhao pinched the side of his face, "Just going to play for a day, I will accompany you."

Song Chuman gave a soft "hmm".

It took about half an hour to drive to the amusement park. On the way, Song Chuman opened his mouth several times, but he couldn't ask.

In the end, he still couldn't help it, and wanted to try it first.

While waiting for the traffic lights, Song Chuman said, "Your company is in City C, why did you come here?"

City C is next door. This question was a bit blunt, but Lu Zhao never cared about it, and replied, "Come here to relax."

This was indeed his original intention. Seeing Song Chuman in the hospital happened later.

"Oh..." Song Chuman nodded, and said, "I've never been to City C...I grew up in City D before."

Lu Zhao responded in a low voice, and Song Chuman turned his head to look at him: "Have you ever been to City D?"

The green light came on at this time, Lu Zhao stepped on the gas pedal, drove for a while before replying, "We're coming soon, I'll tell you later."

Lu Zhao faintly noticed something unusual.

Song Chuman rarely took the initiative to ask him any questions, such an abrupt topic... He probably discovered something.

Is it from the hospital?Probably not, the people in the hospital were very tight-lipped and never mentioned their true identity in front of Song Chuman.

company?Or did Song Chuman overhear the call from city D that day?

Lu Zhao ruled out one by one, and basically had a guess.

Arriving at the amusement park, Lu Zhao stopped the car and took Song Chuman to the gate to check the ticket.

Today is a working day, and it is morning time, there are really few people, and it even looks a little empty.

Song Chuman didn't care, he just didn't like crowds.

"I just had breakfast, so I can't play too exciting." Lu Zhao bought two cups of hot cocoa, pointed to the Ferris wheel not far away, "Go and sit there for a while?"

Song Chuman had no objection and nodded obediently.

After sitting on the Ferris wheel and looking at the ground gradually moving away from the window, Lu Zhaocai replied, "I grew up in City D before I was 12 years old."

Song Chuman suddenly looked up at him when he heard the words.

"It's a coincidence." Lu Zhao sat opposite and smiled.

Growing up in City D before the age of 12...that should be right.

Song Chuman moved his lips and took a sip of the drink to relieve the dryness in his throat: "Then you..."

He paused for a long time before continuing: "I ate mushrooms that day, did you call me An'an?"

Lu Zhao nodded.

Song Chuman's expression was not quite right, Lu Zhao got up and went to the other side, and sat beside Song Chuman.

The Ferris wheel was slightly tilted, and he took the drink in Song Chuman's hand and put it on the table, gently holding his fingertips: "What's wrong?"

The expression on Lu Zhao's face was so natural that Song Chu couldn't believe it, but at the same time he was puzzled: "Why do you call me that?"

He would call that, he should remember him...

Lu Zhao took his hand, put it to his lips and kissed, and replied, "Because of your WeChat name."

"I'm jealous of your boyfriend... the ex-boyfriend," he said, "he has an intimate title with you, and I want to have it too, unique."

Song Chuman was taken aback for a moment before he realized that he was referring to Tong Yihang's name for himself.

It's just...is that so?

He was called An An just because of a WeChat name, and Lu Zhao didn't recognize him at all.

Song Chuman was a little disappointed, but recovered quickly.

He didn't recognize Lu Zhaolai at first.

In any case, he found his former brother.

Song Chuman suddenly reached out, hugged Lu Zhao tightly, and buried his face in front of him.

He felt his hair being caressed gently, and Lu Zhao patted his back: "What happened?"

Song Chuman didn't say a word. It took a long time before he raised his head, blushing and stammering, "You...do you still remember..."

At this moment, he realized that the boyfriend he fantasized about before was not Lu Zhao himself?

Song Chuman's mood was complicated and delicate, and he was a little ashamed.

Lu Zhao patiently said: "What?"

He didn't know what Song Chuman was thinking, but he couldn't resist the shy and hugging him, so he couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed his lips.

Song Chuman didn't refuse, but his face turned even redder, his eyes filled with anticipation: "Then do you still remember what happened in City D when you were a child?"

Lu Zhao had roughly guessed what he was going to ask, and nodded: "I still remember some."

He was caught in the memory and hesitated: "Speaking of which, before... I also knew a man named An An, but I moved later and never saw him again."

As soon as he said this, Song Chuman almost blurted out in a hurry.

That Ann is also me!

He was in a hurry, but he tried his best to calm down, and looked at Lu Zhao eagerly: "You used to live in the villa area on Shunxing Road, right? The house number is 146?"

Lu Zhao was surprised: "How do you know?"

"Because I live in No. 145," Song Chuman's voice became smaller and smaller, "My name is An'an..."

Seeing that Lu Zhao was stunned, he then reacted: "So you are..."

"It's me!" Song Chu couldn't help but nod his head, joy flooding his brain: "Brother..."

Lu Zhao's heart trembled when he shouted, and he lowered his head and kissed him

When the two separated, Lu Zhao touched Song Chuman's red lips: "I waited for you for a long time that day."

Song Chuman was a little downcast when he heard the words: "Yes."

He doesn't want to talk about it now, he is still immersed in the wonderful feeling that Lu Zhao is really his brother, and his heart beats fast.

Lu Zhao sighed, brushed back Song Chuman's forehead hair, and kissed him lightly on the brow: "Is it too late? Come home with me, I'll take care of you."

Lu Zhao hadn't planned to tell the story of his childhood at this time.

Although he didn't know where Song Chuman found it, it was fine.

It turned out that Song Chuman had always remembered him.

Besides, in this way, they became a reunion after a long absence, it was fate, not the result of his deliberate approach.

His weight in Song Chuman's heart will definitely be heavier. As for that ex-boyfriend, it's best not to show up again for the rest of his life.

The author has something to say: Song Xiaoman: Happy!

Lu Gou: I am also happy.

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