Do you have a boyfriend

Song Chuman was sitting on the single sofa in the corner, holding his mobile phone in a daze, when the door lock was suddenly turned from the outside.

The next moment Lu Zhao opened the door and threw the key casually on the low cabinet next to the door.

Song Chuman stood up: "You...why didn't you even knock on the door!"

Lu Zhao raised his hand and knocked on the door, closed it with his backhand, and walked towards him.

"..." Song Chuman looked at him cautiously and shrank towards the wall.

Lu Zhao must have known it. He had no emotion on his face, but Song Chuman felt like a brief calm before the rain was about to come.

Lu Zhao stood still half a step away, while Song Chuman pushed his back against the wall and had no way to retreat, so he bit the bullet and moved to the side.

"What are you afraid of?" Lu Zhao stretched out his hand and grabbed him, imprisoned him in his arms, and gritted his teeth faintly, "Where do you want to go?"

He has keys to all the locks in this house.

Song Chuman timidly said: "Are you angry?"

"One thing," Lu Zhao paused, and added: "If you don't explain it well, I will be even angrier."

He let go of Song Chuman, let him sit on the sofa, and stood in front of him condescendingly: "Speak."

Where to start?Song Chuman was not used to looking up at Lu Zhao like this, and stretched out his hand to pull him: "Brother..."

Lu Zhao withdrew his hand, then bent down and kissed Song Chuman, and the two sank into the narrow sofa together.

After the two separated, Song Chuman was in a posture of pressing on Lu Zhao. Lu Zhao pinched his side face, not willing to use heavy hands: "Why block me?"

After he found out that he was blocked from WeChat just now, he tried the phone again and was also blocked.

Song Chuman said that it had been several days, and they hadn't had any conflicts some time ago, only...he asked Song Chuman to blackmail his ex-boyfriend.

An idea vaguely appeared in Lu Zhao's mind, but it disappeared when he thought of capturing it.

Song Chuman was not very willing to say it yet, and seemed to want to escape, but in fact he was not very resistant, more like...afraid of his reaction when he found out.

Lu Zhao had no choice but to be tough, and let him explain clearly today.

He hugged him and coaxed him habitually: "Don't be afraid, I'm not angry."

Didn't you just say something?But Song Chuman did relax a lot.

Lu Zhao seemed to have the smell of stewed pork ribs on him. Song Chuman buried his head in sniffing it before hesitatingly said, "Brother, I don't have an ex-boyfriend... I lied to you before."

He has said this, but Lu Zhao still has doubts: "Not only did you lie to me, but you also lied to Dr. Zhao?"

Song Chuman nodded: "Well..."

"Why do you want to do this?" Lu Zhao frowned and asked again, "Then who did you call before?"

He had heard it with his own ears, and Song Chuman mentioned it in front of him more than once, that this person's authenticity was not low, and Song Chuman's state at that time did not seem to be in a fantasy.

"Phone?" Song Chuman remembered, he watched a movie at that time, the protagonist in it would talk to himself in the diary every day, as if he had a special friend who cared about him all the time.

Song Chuman thought it was very interesting. He didn't have the habit of keeping a diary, so he just recorded his voice on WeChat, but he didn't expect it to become "boyfriend's phone number".

He said honestly: "The phone call is also fake. I was sick, and it was only later..."

In other words, his so-called boyfriend was indeed a fantasy at first.

Lu Zhao felt distressed when he heard it, especially when Song Chuman calmly said the three words "I'm sick". He stroked Song Chuman's soft hair: "I figured it out later?"

Song Chuman nodded: "Yes."

During that time, it was also due to Lu Zhao, who always asked questions about his "boyfriend". Song Chuman's condition was not serious, and he knew his own condition, so he woke up in time when he noticed something was wrong.

"When? Why didn't you tell me," Lu Zhao said helplessly, "and made me drink fake vinegar for so long."

He couldn't bear to blame Song Chuman, the past is over, and it's good to talk about it now.

And in this way, he was Song Chuman's first love. Although he didn't care about it for a long time, he would still be happy when he knew it.

When Song Chuman heard the words, he began to falter again, the tips of his ears were reddish.

Lu Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly: "An'an?"

There was another question that was almost missed, and Lu Zhaoyi asked, "What about the photos?"

The first time Lu Zhao knew about the existence of the photos was from Dr. Zhao, who heard what Tong Yihang said this afternoon, and he had also seen the photos.

He said at the time, when he was a child...

Song Chu blushed even more, and said nervously, "Do you want to see it?"

If it was before, Lu Zhao wouldn't read it. He didn't want to know what his lover's ex-boyfriend looked like.

Now Lu Zhao responded, "I want to see it."

So Song Chuman adjusted his posture slowly, and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.

He dug out the photo and looked up at Lu Zhao.

Lu Zhao reached out to take a look at it, but Song Chuman suddenly protected the phone and held the screen in front of him.

He was nervous and ashamed, instinctively wanted to seek comfort from Lu Zhao, and called him in a low voice: "Brother..."

"What are you hiding? Didn't you ask me to see it or not?" Lu Zhao thought he had regretted it. "It's useless to call it anything. Don't try to mess around today."

Song Chuman had no other choice, and finally made up his mind to take the phone.

He didn't dare to look at Lu Zhao's reaction, being hugged and unable to get away, he buried his face firmly into Lu Zhao's neck.

Lu Zhao got the phone, but the screen was off, so he turned it on again.

Song Chuman hadn't set a password for his mobile phone, and when he opened it, he saw a photo interface, and Lu Zhao finally saw the true face of his "ex-boyfriend".

He never imagined that the person in the photo was only a boy of twelve or thirteen years old. Except for the yellowish color and old creases, he was too familiar with this face and the background behind him.

He has lived in the house in City D since he was a child. Although it has been a long time, he still recognizes it at a glance.

What's more, the one in the photo is himself.

Lu Zhao finally figured it out.

Song Chuman's all-time "predecessor", his fantasy boyfriend, is himself Lu Zhao himself.

No wonder... No wonder Song Chuman blocked him.

Lu Zhao couldn't remember any more at the moment, he only remembered how he asked Song Chuman to block his "ex" phone number and WeChat, and how Song Chuman promised him.

And today in the kitchen, I asked Song Chuman if he still had a photo of his "predecessor".

The photos are a few years old, and it should be stored in the mobile phone after it was discovered that the storage was not good enough.

Lu Zhao didn't know how this photo got into Song Chuman's hands, but he could basically figure it out. When Song Chuman's consciousness constructed this illusory "boyfriend", he used the person in this photo as a prototype .

What is even more unexpected than the fact that the "predecessor" is fake is that the "predecessor" is himself.

He also thought about many other things, such as why Song Chuman kept this photo, and under what circumstances, he fantasized about such a boyfriend.

Lu Zhao's mood was complicated and difficult to explain in words, as if his heart had been grabbed by someone and then soaked in sweet honey water.

What stupid things has he been doing all this time?

Song Chuman waited for a long time for nothing to happen, and couldn't help but want to see what Lu Zhao was doing.

He raised his head quietly, meeting Lu Zhao's gaze.

Lu Zhao's emotions were inexplicable, because Song Chuman could clearly see the bloodshot eyes in his eyes because he was so close.

Obviously not just now, Song Chuman opened his eyes wide and looked at him holding his breath.

Why is he reacting this way...is it unacceptable?

Lu Zhao put down the phone, his throat was dry: "An'an."

Song Chuman replied anxiously, "Yes."

His lower lip was lightly pressed, and Lu Zhao whispered, "I want to kiss you."

Song Chuman didn't have time to answer, and couldn't answer anymore, the two went from the sofa to the bed, Song Chuman's slight struggle was completely useless.

While taking a breath of fresh air, Lu Zhao looked down at him, as if wanting to swallow him whole.

Song Chuman realized the danger, turned over and wanted to run, but was stopped by Lu Zhao.

Lu Zhao picked him up and smoothed him slowly.

"An'an," he called out again, sighing softly, "you little liar."

The back was smooth and the front was smooth too. Song Chuman couldn't speak, he raised his head and took a small breath, and Lu Zhao bowed his head to kiss him again.

The two stayed in the guest room until almost eleven o'clock in the evening before coming out. Song Chu's eyes were red, and he quickly ran to take a bath, and then Lu Zhao went after washing.

When he returned to the room, the sheets had been replaced with new ones, the windows were opened to the maximum, and the room was no different from the daytime.

Lu Zhao didn't buy anything, so nothing happened in the end.

Even so, Song Chuman still received a lot of shock, his palms and legs seemed to be still hot.

He was about to suffocate in shame, the quilt was pulled away suddenly, and Lu Zhao came out of the shower and stood by the bed.

Song Chuman turned his head to hide, but Lu Zhao grabbed him: "Don't be afraid... I won't do anything."

When Song Chuman's mood stabilized, Lu Zhao hugged him down: "Go to sleep with me, okay? I still have something to ask you."

Song Chuman glanced at him: "Can I not go?"

Lu Zhao laughed, and kissed Song Chuman's forehead: "Why?"

Song Chuman was embarrassed to speak, but Lu Zhao answered his question: "No, you have to go."

He couldn't tolerate Song Chuman's rejection, so he took him to the master bedroom.

Song Chuman was wary of him, but fortunately Lu Zhao did what he said, behaved himself, and was really just chatting.

Lu Zhao had a lot to say, and he didn't know where to start. He pressed Song Chuman's palm and admitted his mistake first: "I was too excited just now, did I scare you?"

Song Chuman hesitated, and nodded slightly: "Mmm..."

"It's my fault," Lu Zhao lowered his voice, "Does your leg hurt?"

Song Chuman didn't want to continue this topic, so he turned his back to him.

Lu Zhao turned him over again and asked, "Where did you find that photo?"

When he thought about it carefully, there were only a few sporadic impressions left in his mind, and he probably hadn't met Song Chuman at that time.

"I... came to look for you," Song Chuman concealed many details, "At that time, you had already moved, and I sneaked into the gate and found it in the living room."

It turned out to be picked up.

When Lu Zhao moved out, he didn't take a lot of things with him because he thought it was troublesome. He probably left such a photo by accident, and it happened to be seen by Song Chuman.

As for the things that he didn't take away, he sent someone to clean them up soon, that is to say, Song Chuman came to look for him just a few days after he left.

Back then, if he could have left a few days later... Fortunately, he still met Song Chuman again.

Lu Zhao was quiet for a while, and said, "Now you can delete the photo and take a new one."

Song Chuman didn't want to, this photo had a different meaning to him, and he wanted to keep it forever.

He didn't want to delete it, so Lu Zhao didn't mention it, but when he thought of the ins and outs of his "predecessor", his temples ached.

What else did Lu Zhao think of: "You said last time that you were hiding something from me about your ex, and this is the same?"

Song Chuman slowly pulled up the quilt to cover half of his face: "Mmm..."

Until now, Lu Zhao can't say anything. He has always thought that his "predecessor" is someone else who really exists, so how could he think of this level.

He hugged Song Chuman tightly and asked, "Do you want to go back and have a look?"

"Where are you going back?" Song Chuman thought for a while, "Going back...to the Song family?"

"It's not the Song family anymore," Lu Zhao said, "it's just an empty house."

Song Chuman hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."