Do you have a boyfriend

Song Chuman didn't realize it at all, still immersed in the joy of touching the cat, the phone rang inappropriately.

Cao Qiyun was not there, so Cao Yuan took the servant's mobile phone and called Song Chuman again.

Hang up, and then call a reminder that the connection cannot be made.

He didn't have much contact with Song Chuman. In his memory, the other party was a timid and thin child who often kept silent all day long.

Cao Qiyun was not very kind to him in the early years, and she couldn't help but say a few words, why did this little bastard forget?

He didn't believe in evil, and asked people to use other mobile phones to call again, and all of them were blocked without exception, until the notification tone "The user you dialed has turned off" sounded.

Cao Yuan cursed and threw away the phone and went upstairs to catch up on sleep.

Seeing that Song Chuman hung up the phone several times in a row, and finally turned off the phone directly, Lu Zhao asked unintentionally, "Have you had a fight with your boyfriend?"

"Ah?" Song Chuman looked up blankly.

These phone calls were persistent, and he was panicked and a little scared at first.

When I first heard this unreasonable sentence, I felt strangely calmed down a little.

Song Chuman shook his head: "No."

The rain fell fast and stopped quickly. The orange cat came out of Lu Zhao's arms, and reluctantly walked around his trousers, beckoning the younger brother to leave.

Lu Zhao stood up and shook the umbrella, and found that Song Chuman was looking at him unkindly.

He knew why and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No," Song Chuman returned to his usual indifference, "Thank you for sending me back, goodbye."

He picked up the rest of the cat food, walked around Lu Zhao and left.

Lu Zhao looked at his back from behind and laughed.

Lu Zhao is actually not interested in people who are too cold-tempered.

Even though Song Chuman was good-looking, and he was probably the former An An, Lu Zhao didn't think too much when he first planned to get close to him.

But people really can't just look at the surface.

Now the colder Song Chuman was, the more Lu Zhao remembered the scene of him making the phone call that day.

He couldn't see the picture, and the sound became clearer.

Being so resistant and indifferent to outsiders, but becoming obedient and obedient in front of his "boyfriend", this is simply due to Lu Zhao's own preferences.

Too bad it wasn't him.

The smile on Lu Zhao's face disappeared, and he left with his umbrella. On the way, he opened a software.

On the screen is a surveillance image, an adult puppet cat is sleeping on the sofa in the living room.

Lu Zhao didn't lie to Song Chuman, he did have a cat.

The puppet slept until Lu Zhao came home, turned over when he heard the sound of the door lock, and pricked up his ears vigilantly.

The door opened, and a familiar figure appeared before the puppet jumped off the sofa and trotted over.

Lu Zhao bent down and picked it up, stroking the soft fur on its back: "Do you miss me?"

The puppet gave a soft "meow" and rubbed against his chin.

Before going to bed at night, Song Chuman received a message from Lu Zhao.

He opened it suspiciously, and found that it was a photo of a puppet cat. It was very beautiful, squatting obediently, with a hand on its head, and it was Lu Zhao's at first glance.

[Lu Zhao]: It's called Mianmian.

Song Chuman looked at it again and again, couldn't help but save the photo, but didn't want to reply.

Is he showing off to himself?Song Chuman was still aggrieved about what happened this afternoon, he ignored Lu Zhao and lay down to sleep.

Lu Zhao waited for a long time for Song Chuman's response, and gradually lost his patience.

Mianmian lay on the bed, leaned over to look at his phone screen, Lu Zhao patted it on the head: "Sleep."

**

In the next few days, Song Chuman went as usual, went to the flower shop in the morning, went home to rest in the afternoon, and fed the cat twice a day.

There were no more strange calls coming in, but when Song Chuman was walking on the road, he always felt that someone was following him.

He couldn't be sure, because he didn't find any suspicious figure, just relying on his intuition.

Song Chuman never saw the man in black who was suspected to have followed him back to the community from the supermarket last time. Although the community was equipped with surveillance, it was old and had already become a decoration.

Song Chuman went shopping for vegetables that day, and the feeling of being followed came out again.

He didn't go to the supermarket, but went to the nearby vegetable market to buy fresh meat. There were so many people in the vegetable market, he looked around, and all he saw were normal stalls and people who came to buy vegetables, nothing unusual.

The aunt on the side urged: "There are only so many left, sell it cheap, do you want it?"

Song Chuman came back to his senses: "Okay."

The only one he can confide in is Tong Yihang, and Tong Yihang comforts him when he finds out.

[Fish-flavored Pork Shredded Forever]: Don't worry too much, maybe you're thinking too much?

[Yuxiang Pork Shredded Forever]: Hey, I can't help you, why don't you ask a psychiatrist?

He said it rather tactfully, Song Chuman knew what he meant, this may be an illusion caused by his psychological problems.

In fact, Song Chuman still has another object of suspicion, that is, the Cao family in D City.

He had been away for so long, and the other party ignored him. It must not be a good thing to contact him suddenly now.

But if it was really them, why didn't they go to him directly after discovering themselves, but followed them secretly?

Song Chuman thought about it for a while, and the more he reasoned, the more confused he became, and he began to doubt himself.

In the end, he decided to listen to Tong Yihang and tell Lu Zhao about it.

The second meeting was still on Saturday afternoon. After Song Chuman went out, he looked around vigilantly, but found that the strange feeling that surrounded him for several days disappeared.

Song Chuman went to the hospital while being puzzled.

He was writing the manuscript, thinking about what to say, Lu Zhao gave him a glass of warm water, and sat down opposite him: "Why didn't you reply last time?"

Song Chuman held the cup, not knowing why: "What?"

Lu Zhao reminded him: "Did you see Mianmian's photo?"

"I saw it."

After Song Chuman finished speaking, he realized that he was asking why he didn't reply to his message.

"..."

He was a little embarrassed, but Lu Zhao told him last time that when he encounters something he doesn't want to do, he should speak up.

So Song Chuman said straightforwardly: "I don't want to go back."

Song Chuman thought he could see the same embarrassment on Lu Zhao's face, but he didn't.

Lu Zhao was just a little helpless, and then stopped saying: "Okay."

He opened the notebook: "Where are the stray cats, cat food is still suitable?"

Song Chuman thought to himself, why does Lu Zhao always ask about irrelevant things?

He wanted to think about it, and he didn't resist talking about cats, so he nodded: "They like it very much."

Lu Zhao smiled unabated: "That's good."

"How are you feeling recently?"

He finally got to the point, Song Chuman replied: "Not good."

"Because of what?"

"I think," except for Tong Yihang, Song Chuman seldom brought up his troubles to anyone. He sat upright and took a sip of water, "Someone seems to be following me recently."

Lu Zhao's eyes flickered: "Tracking?"

"Actually, I'm not sure, but during this time..." Song Chuman frowned slightly, "I feel very bad."

Lu Zhao put down his pen and raised one elbow to support the sofa: "People who stalk all have certain intentions. Think back, is there anyone or anything that happened recently that made you feel abnormal?"

Song Chuman's lips moved, but he didn't make a sound. After a long while, he said, "No."

Lu Zhao did not miss this subtle change, and asked softly, "Really?"

Song Chuman stared at the water glass without speaking.

Most of the information left by Zhao Qi is Song Chuman's treatment process, and some behavioral habits, etc. As for the cause of his illness, it may be caused by something that happened in his childhood.

Other than that, there are no more records. It is estimated that the contact time with Song Chuman is still too short. He is unwilling to speak out and does not cooperate.

His heart is hidden deep.

Lu Zhao is also concerned about another point: "Have you mentioned it to someone you know, or your boyfriend?"

"I said it," Song Chuman touched the tip of his nose, "He thought I was thinking too much."

Lu Zhao nodded: "That's it."

He lowered his head to write in the notebook, and continued: "I suggest you observe for a few more days. If you are afraid, it is best to find someone to accompany you when you go out."

Song Chuman also wanted to, but he couldn't find it.

The other side kept silent, Lu Zhao raised his head and keenly guessed: "Is your boyfriend not around?"

Or as Zhao Qi said, the so-called boyfriend was simply imagined by him.

"Well," Song Chuman said vaguely, he recently saw a new word, "long-distance love."

Lu Zhao suddenly didn't want to continue this topic. He took off his glasses and leaned against the back of the sofa: "Then let's do this."

"If you want, you can call me or send me a WeChat message when you are scared."

He could also ask Song Chuman to contact his "boyfriend", but he just avoided mentioning it on purpose.

Of course, Song Chuman could also refuse him.

"is it okay?"

Song Chuman hesitated, his first reaction was not to refuse, but that seemed inappropriate.

"Of course," Lu Zhao said, "here, I'm your doctor. At other times, we're friends."

Song Chuman did not refute this.

That day when Lu Zhao went to feed the cat with him, besides jealousy, Song Chuman also had other inexplicable emotions.

Many people say that cats are very spiritual animals, and Song Chuman firmly believes in this.

The group of stray cats he feeds are vigilant by nature, not to mention other people, even he can't touch him, but he is willing to get close to Lu Zhao.

Song Chuman was sour and thought, Lu Zhao must be a very nice and warm person.

Unlike him, cats despise him.

His mood was visibly depressed, and Lu Zhao frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

Song Chuman squeezed the water glass tightly, and answered the irrelevant question: "Your cat is so beautiful."

As a habit, Song Chuman's speech was always uneventful. Coupled with his indifferent face, when he said this, it hardly seemed like a compliment.

But Lu Zhao understood, he smiled softly, "I'll give you a hug next time."

Song Chu's eyes lit up, "Okay."

Lu Zhao asked some other questions, and Song Chuman answered them one by one. The communication between the two was not like a doctor and a patient, but more like friends chatting.

On the way, Lu Zhao helped Song Chuman refill a glass of water, holding a heavy object in his hand.

Song Chuman asked curiously, "What is this?"

What he took was a small rectangular lottery machine, the top half of which was transparent glass, filled with many small balls of various colors, and a handle that could be turned underneath.

"Play a game," Lu Zhao put the lottery machine on the coffee table, and explained to Song Chuman, "Each ball is filled with a small note, try it first?"

Song Chuman tried to turn the handle, and a light blue ball rolled down from the bottom, with a little yellow duck printed on it.

He took it out and opened it, and there was indeed a note inside, which read: A bag of dried fish.

Lu Zhao read the note, and sure enough, he took out a large bag of dried fish from the drawer under the coffee table and gave it to Song Chuman.

The small dried fish is for cats, Song Chuman was happier than eating it himself, and hugged him tightly: "Is it for me?"

"Yes, it's yours if you draw it." Lu Zhao smiled and motioned him to try again. "You can smoke three times a week."

Once raw and second cooked, Song Chuman turned the handle and took out the second ball: buy a small toy for Mianmian.

This is not a reward, but something he needs to do. Song Chuman readily accepted it and smoked for the third time.

The note unfolded, and the expression on Song Chuman's face froze.

It read: What was the happiest thing about your childhood?

For a long time, Song Chuman tried to avoid reminding himself of the past, because most of them were bad memories.

There are also completely different ones. He remembers that when he was a child, he often sneaked into the backyard at a certain time at night when no one was looking, and squeezed through the gap in the fence with his thin body.

Opposite was the fence of another family, and the gap was narrower. He couldn't get in, so he could only tap on the railing lightly, calling out, "Brother? Are you there?"

A boy a few years older than him appeared in response and handed him half a piece of soft bread: "I stole it for you, eat it quickly."

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