Do you have a boyfriend

At eight o'clock, Song Chuman got up on time.

I have to eat at home at noon, the ingredients were bought yesterday, and Lu Zhao plans to make dumplings.

The skin was rolled out by hand, and Lu Zhao made the stuffing himself. He prepared two kinds of shrimp, pork and corn. Song Chuman helped peel the shrimp, while watching Lu Zhao go about his business.

"Did you know how to make dumplings when you were at home during Chinese New Year?" Song Chuman asked Lu Zhao after putting away the shrimps and throwing away the remaining shells.

"No," Lu Zhao bowed his head and said, "Someone else will do it at home."

There are two aunts in the Lu family who are responsible for cooking, and they often ask restaurants outside to deliver some dishes. He never enters the kitchen when he is at home, and the skill of cooking is only learned later.

Parents were surprised when they knew that he could cook, but they had never eaten his dishes, so they didn't know his true level.

"I only cooked for you alone." Lu Zhao rolled up his sleeves and started making dumplings.

"You're talking nonsense," Song Chuman snorted, "and Tong Yihang?"

Lu Zhao said slowly, "He is in your favor."

He made a few dumplings, his technique became proficient and fast, and the shape of the dumplings was neat and beautiful. Song Chuman wanted to try it too.

There are a lot of dumplings, and they can be eaten in the next few days. The extra dumplings are neatly stacked and put in the refrigerator. When they are almost frozen, take them out and put them in bags for storage.

After all the dumplings were finished, Song Chuman volunteered to clear the table, followed behind Lu Zhao to watch him cook the dumplings and adjust the dipping sauce, and exclaimed, "You are so good, you can do everything."

"It's just making dumplings, what's the big deal." Lu Zhao smiled lightly.

Song Chuman shook his head: "I won't."

He probably has no talent in cooking, and the dumplings he made are not as good-looking as Lu Zhao's. The uglier ones in the pot must have been made by him.

Lu Zhao controlled the fire, and hugged Song Chuman sideways: "If you want to learn, I can teach you too."

What he wants to say is that Song Chuman doesn't need to meet, it's fine if he comes, isn't lover just for pampering?

Song Chuman slightly raised his head and kissed his lips: "I won't study today."

After lunch, Song Chuman visibly became nervous.

There were only the two of them in the family, and they didn't buy many New Year's goods, let alone nothing to sell, and Lu Zhao didn't seem to plan to buy them either.

"Shall we go empty-handed like this later?" Song Chuman hugged Mianmian, pinching the pads of its front paws, "Why don't we buy some on the way?"

"No, they don't need anything." Lu Zhao stretched out his hand to rub Song Chuman's hair, "Don't worry."

Song Chu Manneng and Lu Zhao went home together, happy to be happy, but still very nervous: "Your mother doesn't like me at all."

"She will like you." Lu Zhao kissed his forehead.

It was almost time to leave, so Lu Zhao personally went to the closet to pick out a light-colored overcoat for Song Chuman. He bought it for Song Chuman.

After going out, Song Chuman discovered that the jacket on Lu Zhao was similar in style, with a slightly darker color. When the two walked together, some people believed that they were lovers' outfits.

The address of Lu's house is in City C, not too far from Lu Zhao's company, and it took about the same time as driving there last time.

They took the elevator down to the first floor, and a man was waiting outside the elevator, rubbing his hands. Seeing Lu Zhao, he stood up quickly: "President Lu, the chairman sent me to pick you up."

Song Chuman turned his head to look at Lu Zhao, and Lu Zhao said with a half-smile, "He's afraid that I'll repent, so he won't go back?"

The person who came didn't dare to say a word, just smiled awkwardly and made a "please" gesture.

Lu Zhao took out the key and gave it to him: "Drive my car."

That's fine too, without him driving on the road.

Lu Zhao and Song Chuman sat in the back seat together. After the car started, Song Chuman lowered his voice and asked, "Who is he?"

"My dad's driver," Lu Zhao bowed his head next to Song Chuman and said, "Are you sleepy? Do you want to sleep for a while?"

Song Chuman shook his head: "I'm not sleepy, I don't want to sleep."

"I'm sleepy," Lu Zhao pressed half of his body weight, "I want to sleep."

Song Chu was full of guilt and blamed himself: "Then you can rely on me to sleep for a while?"

Lu Zhao didn't refuse, adjusted his posture, put his head on Song Chuman's lap, and closed his eyes.

There was still nearly an hour to drive, and it was easy to get motion sickness when playing with a mobile phone. Song Chuman had nothing to do, and gradually became sleepy, leaning against the window to doze off.

In a daze, Lu Zhao seemed to wake up, and gently hugged him into his arms.

In the end, Song Chuman slept longer than Lu Zhao on the road until he was woken up.

Lu Zhao raised his hand to help him straighten his hair: "It's almost here."

These three words made Song Chuman sober up instantly, and sat upright "crazyly": "Is it there yet?"

"There are still about 10 minutes." Lu Zhao looked away from the car window, unscrewed the lid of the thermos cup and handed it to Song Chuman.

Song Chuman took it and gulped it down several times, rubbed his face and took a deep breath.

"So nervous?" Lu Zhao looked at him with a smile, "I didn't see my mother like this last time."

"Last time, I didn't prepare at all. It's different from this time." And it's such an important day, New Year's Eve. If it goes well, maybe Lu Zhao's parents will accept him.

The car drove into the residential area, and one villa after another passed by the window. After turning a corner, it slowed down and stopped slowly in front of the gate of the destination.

Lu Zhao led Song Chuman out of the car, Song Chuman looked at the house in front of him, and wanted to shrink back when the end came: "I...I might as well wait for you outside...in the garage..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here," Lu Zhao directly pulled him in, "If you don't go in, I won't go in either."

When he said that, Song Chuman shut up and walked in obediently.

After entering the gate, Lu Zhao's parents were in the living room, and the TV was playing loudly. Lu Zhao called out, "Dad, Mom."

The two people on the sofa all looked over. Mother Lu was holding the remote control in her hand and turned down the volume.

Song Chuman saw Lu Zhao's father for the first time. Compared with the photos he had seen before, except for the wrinkles on his face and the faint white hair, his temperament seemed to be different.

In the photo, Lu's father has a serious expression, he looks very fierce and can't speak, the person in front of him is wearing a sweater and wide-leg pants, and his temperament is more gentle.

Song Chuman also shouted: "Hello uncle, hello auntie."

He clenched his palms tightly, wondering if he should say something about Chinese New Year again?

"I'm back," Lu's father nodded, his gaze stayed on Song Chuman for a moment, and then he retracted lightly, "Come and sit down."

Lu's mother also responded, put down the remote control and stood up: "I'm going to see how the stew in the kitchen is doing."

Lu Zhao took Song Chuman to sit on the side sofa, and a servant came over to pour tea, Song Chuman put his hands on his knees cautiously, sat upright, and didn't dare to look too much.

The teacup in front of Father Lu was filled, he picked it up and took a sip, then let out a heavy "hum".

Song Chuman's heart trembled when he heard it, and he said, "Why are you so late? I thought you weren't coming back."

Lu Zhao leaned on the back of the sofa chair, lowered his head and pulled Song Chuman's hand and squeezed it gently, saying concisely: "Traffic jam."

They went out not long after lunch. These days are special, and they spent four or ten minutes longer on the road than usual.

Father Lu's face softened when he heard the words: "If you live closer, you won't be so troublesome."

"No trouble." Lu Zhao only said.

Mother Lu came back from the kitchen, carrying two plates of cut fruits, and put them on the tea table: "It's still early for dinner, let's eat some fruits to fill my stomach."

A plate was placed in front of Song Chuman and Lu Zhao, and Song Chuman whispered, "Thank you."

Lu's mother smiled at the corner of her mouth, she lowered her eyes and didn't know if she was looking at Song Chuman, she went straight back to the sofa and sat down.

Father Lu occasionally chatted with Lu Zhao, asking about the company or Lu Zhao's recent situation, and suddenly changed the subject: "Xiao Song, right?"

Song Chuman straightened his waist and replied, "Yes, uncle."

Only then did Father Lu take a serious look at him: "You look so young, you just graduated?"

"Hmm..." Song Chuman responded, and wanted to say something, but Lu's father had already looked away and went to watch the TV.

Lu Zhao leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry about him."

Song Chuman nodded slightly. He felt... a little better than he imagined. Although Lu Zhao's parents were not very enthusiastic about him, they were not embarrassed.

Coupled with the fact that Lu Zhao was by his side, and would bring him some fruit and candy from the table from time to time, Song Chuman quickly relaxed.

The dinner was very sumptuous, and a large table was set up. After Song Chuman sat down, the excitement and happiness gradually surged before he came.

Father Lu wanted to drink, so he asked someone to bring a cup, and Lu Zhao also got one, but Lu Zhao refused: "I have to drive at night."

Father Lu glanced at him: "Are you going back at night?"

Lu Zhao said "hmm".

"He said he would keep you for a few more days," Father Lu thought for a while before saying, "Forget it."

Lu Zhao took Song Chuman with him, and he would stay with Song Chuman if he stayed. Although he agreed that Lu Zhao would bring people back, he still didn't want to see them in front of him every day and remind him of Lu Zhao's sexual orientation all the time.

Lu's mother said, "You don't go home several times throughout the year, and when you come back, you are in a hurry to leave. If you want to see you later, do you have to make an appointment first?"

"Why don't I want to come back, don't you know?" Lu Zhao asked while picking up vegetables for Song Chuman without looking up.

Every time he talks about love and marriage in front of him, he says he likes men, but he just treats it as nonsense.

The atmosphere seemed to be a little frozen, and Song Chuman buried his head in his meal in silence.

Lu's mother didn't speak any more. Lu's father took a sip of wine, put down his glass, and smoothed things over: "This dish tastes good."

"Really?" Lu Zhao answered, turned the glass tabletop, and took a piece for Song Chuman, "Try it."

Lu Zhao had never mentioned his relationship before. It was the first time Lu's father and mother saw him taking care of someone like this, but the object was a man, and both of them were in a delicate mood.

Except for this little episode, the meal went well. After the meal, Lu Zhao took Song Chuman to visit the house and the garden, and Song Chuman even went to Lu Zhao's room.

The room was cleaned every day. Even though Lu Zhao hadn’t come back to live in it for a long time, there wasn’t even a speck of dust. Song Chuman lightly stroked the desk and the bookcase on the wall, imagining that after the teenage Lu Zhao moved here from City D, How did you grow up in this room.

There was a photo album in the bedside cabinet, which contained Lu Zhao's photos from childhood to adulthood. Lu Zhao found it out and showed it to Song Chuman.

When I was young, there were more photos. Later, when I used my mobile phone more frequently, I developed fewer photos.

Song Chuman was sitting by the bed, looking at each photo carefully, not even knowing that Lu's mother had come quietly, he was holding the photo album fondly, wanting to take it away.

In the end, he took a few photos that he thought were the best, and stored them in his phone.

Seeing that the time was getting late, the two had to drive back, so they said goodbye to Lu's father and Lu's mother.

Before leaving, Mother Lu took two thick red envelopes, one for Lu Zhao and one for Song Chuman.

"Okay," she folded her arms, "be careful on the road."

Song Chuman was very pleasantly surprised, and his eyes sparkled when he took it: "Thank you, Auntie."

Mother Lu nodded slightly, watched them get into the car, and then closed the door.

On the way back, Song Chuman couldn't bear to open the red envelope and counted the amount inside, a total of 120.

so much!Song Chuman was ignorant and ignorant, and felt as if he had collected the red envelopes of more than [-] years.

After being excited for a while, he took out Lu Zhao's share to count for him, and it was the same.

Song Chuman repacked the money and said happily, "Your mother is not partial at all."

Lu Zhao was driving, and said with a smile, "Can't sleep again tonight?"

Song Chuman squeezed both red envelopes in his hand, nodded: "Yeah."

**

In the few days after New Year's Eve, both of them were bored, and the flower shop didn't need to worry too much, so Lu Zhao took Song Chuman to play around.

Because it was a temporary decision, I didn't go too far. I played all over in four or five days, climbed mountains, soaked in hot springs, and went shopping. After returning home, this year will pass perfectly.

After another half month, Lu Zhao would have to go back to the company, and the two planned to go back to City D to have a look during this time.

Before going, Song Chuman deliberately tried to say: "The house over there should have a new owner, can we go there like this?"

Lu Zhao only said, "It's okay, leave it to me."

Song Chu's conjecture filled his heart with certainty, so he didn't say any more.

The two picked a day with good weather and drove there.

When Song Chuman left, he never thought that he would come back, let alone under such circumstances.

He has been away for more than two years, and he doesn't know if there are big changes.

Lu Zhao watched Song Chuman's expression all the way, and as soon as he showed any reluctance, he immediately turned around and returned.

Fortunately, Song Chuman was very calm, and occasionally he was in the mood to joke, so Lu Zhao felt relieved.

When he was about to arrive in City D, Lu Zhao suddenly asked, "Want to visit Cao Qiyun?"

"Her?" Song Chuman was taken aback: "Where is she now?"

"In a small place, working as a cashier in a supermarket." Lu Zhao asked people to ask, "If you want to see it, we will go to her place first."

They went out early today, and they still have extra time, so there is no delay in going there.

Song Chuman didn't think about it for too long: "Go."

Why not go, he is a layman, he would also like this kind of scene.

So Lu Zhao repositioned the navigation and drove to where Cao Qiyun was.

Cao Qiyun sold the Song house and returned to the Cao family. Later, the company went bankrupt in order to repay the debts, and the Cao family’s house was also sold. She could only take her parents to a remote place, rent a cheap house, and work alone to support the family.

She has no children, the two elderly people are in good health, and there is no serious illness, but after selling the house, there is still a part of the debt, and life is difficult, which is very different from before. With her personality, this gap is in the I don't know how uncomfortable it will be.

Someone once suggested to her to find another one to marry, but her own conditions are not so good, even if there is someone who can barely like her, she doesn't have much money, and Cao Qiyun doesn't like others.

Seeing that this life is about to be lived so aggrieved and useless, Cao Qiyun occasionally regretted it when thinking about the past.

When Song Chuman and Lu Zhao walked into the supermarket together, Cao Qiyun was checking out, and when she looked up and saw two familiar faces, her hand trembled, and two coins accidentally fell to the ground.

She quickly squatted down to pick it up, and blocked herself with the counter.

Song Chuman and Lu Zhaohui appeared here, maybe they came to look for her...but not necessarily, as long as there is a slight possibility, she doesn't want to be seen by them.

She squatted down for too long, and the customer complained, "Can you hurry up?"

Cao Qiyun raised her head quietly, but she didn't see Song Chuman. She didn't know whether she had left or went inside. She picked up the coin and stood up, continuing to pay the bill with a stiff expression.

After seeing off another customer, Cao Qiyun was about to ask the store manager to ask for leave, when a familiar voice sounded: "Help me get a bigger bag, thank you."

Song Chuman stood in front of the cashier and put the selected snacks on, with Lu Zhao beside him.

As they got closer, he looked at Cao Qiyun carefully, and found that she had changed a lot. He almost didn't recognize her at first glance.

He is getting older and more tired. His face should only have simple eyebrows drawn, and he has heavy dark circles under his eyes. He is wearing old work clothes, but his hair is neatly combed.

Seeing that there was no surprise on his face, Cao Qiyun understood, twitched the corners of her mouth and said sarcastically, "Did you come to see my joke?"

Song Chuman was very calm, and pointed to the things on the cash register.

The store manager is in the office on the other side, and it's not the shift time, so Cao Qiyun can't leave the cashier.

She took a few deep breaths, treated Song Chuman as a normal customer, and quickly helped him check out.

Before leaving, Song Chuman said, "I didn't come here to see your jokes."

Cao Qiyun raised her head suddenly, and heard him say again: "I'm just passing by, I just happened to know you're here, so I wanted to come and have a look."

Lu Zhao took what was in Song Chuman's hand and urged, "Let's go."

Song Chuman turned and left with him.

**

The snacks were unpacked and eaten on the way. After seeing Cao Qiyun, Song Chuman seemed to be in a better mood, and they were not destroyed when they arrived at Song's house.

The gate of the Song family was still the same as he remembered it. He stood there looking at it for a while, and Lu Zhao asked aloud, "Should we go in or?"

Song Chuman turned to look at him: "Can I go in directly?"

The suspicion in his eyes was obvious, Lu Zhao smiled: "Guess it?"

He really bought it!Song Chuman made a sullen face on purpose: "Tell me, how long have you been hiding it from me?"

Lu Zhao immediately confessed: "A few months ago, Cao Qiyun just hung it up, and I bought it."

It was so early, but at that time, they were not together yet.

Lu Zhao explained again: "I was afraid that if you didn't like this place, you would be unhappy if you mentioned it, so I didn't say anything."

"Okay," Song Chuman would not blame him anymore, he looked up at the door and made up his mind: "Go in."

Lu Zhao unlocked the door, and the two went in together.

No one has been in the house for a while, dust is piled up everywhere, and the furniture has been emptied. At first glance, Song Chuman is very strange.

This house seems to be different from the one that left many bad memories.

Song Chuman walked in slowly, assuming that he was showing Lu Zhao around, occasionally telling him about his childhood.

For example, how he secretly hid the food at that time, how he bypassed the servants at night, and ran to the backyard to meet Lu Zhao.

When passing by the small room where he often stayed, Song Chuman looked away and walked around as if nothing had happened.

The house was basically empty, and when he left, he took his belongings with him, and the rest that could not be taken away were probably thrown away by Cao Qiyun long ago.

Song Chuman took Lu Zhao to the yard again. He still remembered the route every night, and he had to make a big circle to reach the edge without being noticed.

"Do you still remember, I come out from here every time." Song Chuman pointed to the railing. There was a big gap in the bushes here back then. He was thin and small and just passed through.

Lu Zhao's brows and eyes were gentle: "Remember."

"An'an." He took Song Chuman's hand and called out to him.

Song Chuman asked, "What's wrong?"

Lu Zhao was silent for a moment.

Song Chuman thought that Lu Zhao would ask him why he didn't come after the two made an agreement.

It is estimated that Lu Zhao also guessed that he was discovered.

In fact, when he went to pick up the photos later, he also sneaked out to find him, but Lu Zhao had already moved.

Song Chuman was disappointed and wanted to just run away from home, but unfortunately he didn't run away for a long time, but was found by the Song family.

He was a little depressed, and Lu Zhao said softly, "Do you want to go to the next door to see?"

Song Chuman raised his head suddenly: "Next door?"

He almost forgot that the two adjacent houses were bought by the same person, namely Lu Zhao.

Song Chuman vaguely expected: "Is it possible?"

Lu Zhao led him out, "Didn't I agree to take you home?"

Song Chuman couldn't understand his words at the moment, until he stood in front of the door next door.

The gate was not closed, and someone was guarding the gate, and saw Lu Zhao greet him: "Mr. Lu."

Song Chuman was led in by Lu Zhao. The lawns on both sides of the aisle were neatly paved, and the flowers in the yard were all newly planted. Not only the outside, but also the inside of the house was fully furnished, as if someone had been living here.

He was in a daze when he heard Lu Zhao say, "Some places are still different from before. Some furniture cannot be bought exactly the same, so we can only replace it with similar ones."

Also, he might misremember some details, but on the whole, the layout here is very similar to that at that time.

Song Chuman looked around blankly and understood.

Lu Zhao took him back to his "former home".

"I will fulfill the original promise," Lu Zhao bowed his head and kissed Song Chuman's eyebrows, "Come home with me, and I will support you."

Song Chu's eyes were red and he lowered his head.

He met Cao Qiyun today, and walked around the Song family's house, where the darkest part of his memory was filled everywhere, but he didn't feel uncomfortable, for him, it was all over.

Only Lu Zhao's words made him want to cry.

Song Chuman quickly wiped his cheeks, stretched out his arms and hugged Lu Zhao tightly: "Okay."

Although so many years late, he got his wish.