Do you have a boyfriend

On Thursday afternoon, Song Chuman received a call from Lu Zhao.

After the Lantern Festival that night, he never mentioned Lu Zhao to Tong Yihang again.

Except that he and Lu Zhao did not meet on Saturdays, there was no contact at other times.

When receiving a call from a stranger, Song Chuman thought it was Cao Yuan again.

Seeing that the source was local, he somehow thought of Lu Zhao.

The phone rang several times, and before it stopped, Song Chuman mustered up the courage to answer it.

"Chuman," it was indeed Lu Zhao, "Are you busy these two days? I want to ask you something."

His voice was always uniquely gentle, Song Chuman walked out of the bar: "Not busy, what's the matter?"

"I have something urgent and I have to leave for two days," the sound of a car horn from Lu Zhao's side came from a distance, "There is no time to add cat food and water, can you take a look for me?"

Hearing what he said, Song Chuman raised his heart: "It doesn't have anything to eat?"

"There's a little more, but I guess it won't be enough by noon," Lu Zhao said with a smile, "I don't know many people well with Mianmian, so I can only ask you after thinking about it."

Song Chuman felt honored.

Lu Zhao's home is a smart door lock, both fingerprint and password can be used, he sent a string of numbers to Song Chuman, thanking him again and again.

[An]: You're welcome.

Seeing Mianmian again, the master was not at home, Song Chuman happily went to Lu Zhao's residence after a quick lunch.

Not long after he left at noon, Xiao Deng was also about to close the door to eat, when a few people with unkind faces walked in outside.

The leading man was in his thirties, with a thick gold chain around his neck and a clutch under his arm.

He took off his sunglasses to look around the store, and said, "Is Song Chuman here?"

This person's accent was not like the local one, and his tone was deliberately calm, but it still seemed to be looking for trouble.

Xiao Deng kept an eye out, pretending to be puzzled: "Who? I don't know."

Cao Yuan's eyes widened, he turned around and slapped the person behind him on the head: "Didn't you say it was here?"

The subordinate shrank his neck and covered his head: "But... but the address is here..."

Xiao Deng arranged the petals as if nothing had happened, watching them from the corner of his eyes.

Cao Yuan saw that Xiao Deng didn't look like a fake, and he didn't see Song Chuman in the store, so he thought he came to the wrong place, so he left with a sullen face.

She quietly went to the door to watch them go away, called Song Chuman, but no one answered, so she sent another text message.

Song Chuman arrived at Lu Zhao's house and pressed the password to open the door.

Mianmian was basking in the sun on the balcony, when she heard the sound coming out, she trotted over while meowing.

Song Chuman changed his shoe, hugged it and kissed it twice.

Lu Zhao told him where the cat food was kept. After he added the cat food and changed the water, he saw the missed calls and text messages on his phone.

Just one glance made him feel like falling into an ice cellar.

He calmly replied: "I see, thank you."

Putting down the phone, Song Chuman saw his fingertips trembling slightly.

"Meow……"

Mianmian raised her front paw and scratched his leg, Song Chuman carried it to the sofa and sat down.

He doesn't have much impression of Cao Yuan, he only knows that Cao Qiyun is barren, so he loves this younger brother very much.

Before Mr. Song died, he wanted to hand over the company to Song Chuman, but Song Chuman really didn't know how to run that business, so Cao Qiyun tried his best to get his own name and let Cao Yuan take care of it.

She claimed that she had worked hard for most of her life in the Song family, raising a child who had no blood relationship with her, and she deserved rewards.

Song Chuman would not fight with her, nor did he want to fight with her. He left after getting his share of inheritance, and has not contacted the Song family so far.

No one knew where he went, but now Cao Yuan came to him.

As if someone was deliberately spying on him, Song Chuman was very flustered, with unspeakable disgust.

Mianmian leaned over and licked his face.

Song Chuman came back to his senses and slowly calmed down.

The surrounding environment was unfamiliar, and he was still holding someone else's cat in his arms, but he felt a strange sense of security.

It seems to have become another person, completely irrelevant to the bad things, hiding in a corner that no one will find.

Song Chuman didn't want to leave.

Lu Zhao would not be able to come back until the next night, during which time there would be no one else at home, so Song Chuman decided to stay a little longer.

He didn't notice the center of the clock on the wall, where a lens was shining with a faint blue light.

Lu Zhao temporarily turned off the monitoring screen, drove the car into the underground garage and parked it.

Someone opened the car door for him and said respectfully, "Master."

When he hurriedly opened the door, Father Lu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a ruddy complexion and good spirits.

Lu Zhao stopped at the door with a mocking expression on his face: "Is this your serious illness?"

He was successfully tricked back, so Lu's father ignored his attitude and took a sip of tea leisurely: "How can I meet you without any special means?"

The servant came over and wanted to take Lu Zhao's coat and hang it up, but Lu Zhao stopped him: "No need."

"I have other things to do, since you're fine," he just came back, and pretended to leave again, "I won't stay any longer."

Seeing this, Father Lu was so angry that he slammed his teacup on the table: "Stop!"

At some point, Mother Lu appeared on the stairs and grabbed the cloak on her shoulders.

Her expression was indifferent: "He can leave as soon as he wants to, why stop him?"

Lu Zhao's eyes are most similar to hers, and they are exactly the same when staring at people with no expression on his face.

"You haven't been to the company for a while, what are you busy with?" Father Lu knew that he couldn't stop him, his momentum weakened, and there was a hint of helplessness in his words, "I wanted to say a word to you, but I couldn't find a chance."

Lu Zhao didn't explain too much: "There are other important things, and I can't get away from it."

Before he left, he was still willing to say a few more words. Father Lu revealed the purpose of letting him come back this time.

"It's not easy for you to come back, why don't you just leave tomorrow, let's put something ahead of time," Lu's father coughed, and looked at Lu's mother who came down, "Come with us for lunch at noon tomorrow..."

Lu Zhao knew his thoughts well, and said frankly, "I like men."

Mother Lu laughed out loud.

He mentioned it more than once, this time there are still servants in the living room, Father Lu's face turns green and turns pale: "What nonsense!"

"I don't need you to worry about my life's major event." Lu Zhao didn't know what to think of, and his brows and eyes softened. "I already have my own heart, and I may bring him back to see you in the future."

What is possible?For a moment, Father Lu couldn't tell which of his words was more irritating, so he stood up and pointed at him: "...you unfilial son, who gave birth to you and raised you for so many years, do you want the Lu family to have no descendants?"

Lu Zhao answered the words indifferently: "Yes."

Before he left, he reminded again: "It's not too late for you to add another brother to me."

Before Lu's father was furious, Lu Zhao pushed the door and went out.

There was the sound of teacups breaking and familiar quarrels coming from inside the door.

Lu Zhao went home, stayed for less than half an hour, and then drove back.

He turned on the surveillance camera at home and found that Song Chuman hadn't left yet.

It's already past six o'clock in the afternoon, and it gets dark early this season, so it's time to eat.

Song Chuman was hugging the cat, sitting on a corner of the sofa with his legs curled up, his hands smoothing the fur.

Lu Zhao parked his car on the side of the road and looked at it quietly for a while.

The mood of being destroyed has improved a lot. Lu Zhao retrieved the surveillance video from the previous period and found that Song Chuman had been staying in the living room, doing nothing but playing with the cat.

He switched to WeChat and sent a message to Song Chuman.

[Lu Zhao]: Have you eaten?

Song Chuman on the screen moved, and slowly took out his phone.

[An]: I ate it.

[Lu Zhao]: Have you gone back yet?

Song Chuman sat up straight when he saw this sentence.

He was very guilty of staying quietly in other people's homes for so long, but he dared not say that he was still there.

[An]: Yes.

[An]: The cat has been fed, and the cat litter has been cleaned up once.

[Lu Zhao]: OK, thank you.

Little liar.

Lu Zhao didn't expose it.

If he went home now, Song Chuman's reaction would be very interesting.

But this would probably scare him, and Lu Zhao didn't intend to do this.

It's just that Song Chuman hadn't had dinner yet, so he finally started the car and decided to drive back slowly.

When Lu Zhao arrived outside the community, Song Chuman finally left.

It was getting late, Song Chuman walked out of the community and went home along the road.

Knowing that Cao Yuan came here, he was always a little nervous walking outside. When he passed a supermarket, he went in and bought a mask to put on.

Although he lives close by, it is more remote, and as he walks towards his residence, there are fewer and fewer people around him. Song Chuman inadvertently glanced back and found a black car on the side of the road in the distance.

On the way back just now, he seemed to have seen the same car, but he was not completely sure.

The community was not far ahead, Song Chuman stood there waiting, and the car also stopped.

He couldn't see clearly inside the car, but with the lights on, someone was inside.

Song Chuman was hesitant to turn back to have a look, if it wasn't Cao Yuan, he would pretend to pass by, if it was...

It is better to ask the other party's purpose than to follow up like this.

Just as he was about to pass, the car drove slowly, passing him, until it disappeared at the end of the road.

Song Chuman heaved a sigh of relief and went home to cook.

**

Xiao Deng went to work as usual the next day, moved out the flower pots outside, and received news from Song Chuman.

[An]: I have something to do and I can't come today, please work hard.

[Xiao Deng]: Good boss.

She put down her mobile phone to sort out the flowers, and the glass door was pushed open forcefully.

Seeing her, Cao Yuan sneered, "How dare you lie to me? Call me Song Chuman."

Xiao Deng recognized them as the group who came yesterday, and wanted to pretend to be stupid: "You told me..."

Cao Yuan was too lazy to talk nonsense with her, so he raised his hand as a signal.

The subordinate behind him immediately picked up a potted flower and smashed it hard on the ground, scattering ceramic fragments all over the floor.

Xiao Deng trembled in fright, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"See? My brothers are not very good-tempered," Cao Yuan smiled, "If Song Chuman doesn't show up again, I'm afraid there won't be many complete things left in this store."

He brought three or four people with him, and there were people guarding the door, and some people were watching Xiao Deng and her mobile phone covetously.

Xiao Deng is a girl after all, trembling lips: "I... I'll call him."

**

Song Chuman didn't want to go to the flower shop today because he wanted to avoid Cao Yuan.

When he received Xiao Deng's call, he was extremely calm, as if he had expected it.

"I'll be right there, don't be afraid." Song Chuman comforted Xiao Deng, and Cao Yuan answered the phone.

"Chuman, don't worry, just take your time, I'll be waiting for you in the store." Cao Yuan smiled, and after speaking, Song Chuman on the phone was silent, and then hung up directly.

Cao Yuan was in a good mood, so he didn't care about him. He sat down on the stool his subordinate had found, and felt an eyesore when he caught a glimpse of the flower pot residue on the ground: "Clean up the ground quickly."

Before Song Chuman went out, he also received news from Lu Zhao.

[Lu Zhao]: I'm back, let me tell you.

He was at home, so Song Chuman didn't have to feed the cat.

Song Chuman looked at the dialog box for no reply, put away his phone and rushed to the flower shop.

When he arrived, the glass door of the florist was closed tightly, and a sign saying that it was closed was hung. There were several shadows of people inside.

Song Chuman kept having the idea of ​​escaping along the way, but Xiao Deng was still in the store, so he could only bite the bullet and go.

Seeing that he really appeared, Cao Yuan asked someone to open the door and beckoned him in: "Nephew, you look good!"

Song Chuman walked in and looked at Xiao Deng: "You go back first."

Xiao Deng looked worried, nodded and took his bag and was about to leave when Cao Yuan stopped him: "Hey, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I have to wait a little longer."

The clerk lied to him yesterday, so Cao Yuan was careful.

Song Chuman may not dare to do anything, but Xiao Deng may not, not to mention he smashed a flower pot on the ground in front of Xiao Deng not long ago.

To be on the safe side, Cao Yuan asked Xiao Deng to be temporarily taken to the utility room, and he could only leave after he and Song Chuman had finished talking.

Cao Yuan ordered everything and moved a stool himself: "Come, sit."

Song Chuman stood where he was: "No need."

He hasn't called Cao Yuan uncle until now, Cao Yuan doesn't care, there is no blood relationship, and he doesn't regard Song Chuman as a real nephew.

"You came out alone, did you suffer a lot?" Cao Yuan pretended to greet, "Hey, it's not easy for us, we are so busy all day long."

Song Chuman's palms hanging by his side loosened and tightened, and he couldn't catch his words: "What do you want from me?"

The two of them knew a lot of things, and since Song Chuman was so straightforward, Cao Yuan stopped talking nonsense.

"I know, you don't want to be disturbed, and I don't want to be bothered if there is no other way."

Speaking of this, Cao Yuan looked a little embarrassed, held back, and said, "Business is not easy these days, the competition is particularly fierce, and the company has encountered some troubles recently, and the capital turnover is not good..."

Song Chuman immediately understood that he was here to ask for money.

Cao Yuan was still saying: "Although we have always been in charge of the company, you also have a share. Whenever you want to go back, the Song family will open the door at any time! Uncle can also arrange a leisurely job for you in the company, which is comparable to working here. The small place is much more comfortable…”

Song Chuman thought it was funny, he didn't want to delve into the truth of what Cao Yuan said: "How much?"

Cao Yuan thought secretly, and stretched out his hand to count.

Song Chuman had no idea about the company's operations, so he guessed, "50?"

"Cough..." Cao Yuan withdrew his hand and put it on his knee, "500 million."

"..."

Song Chuman was silent for too long, Cao Yuan thought he didn't want to give it.

At the beginning Song Chuman didn't want the company or the house, so Mr. Song gave him two-thirds of the Song family's liquid funds, which were immediately transferred to the account under his name after the will took effect.

No matter how you use it, there is always 500 million, right?

He forgives Song Chuman for not daring to resist, and besides, the other person has been found, so it is not so easy to escape.

"Chuman..." Cao Yuan slowly put away his smile, and there was a threat in his words, "Uncle really can't do anything this time, I need your help, we are all a family, you don't want to make things too ugly, do you?"

family?Song Chuman felt a little nauseous.

He didn't want to see this disgusting face again, and temporarily compromised: "I need time to prepare."

Cao Yuan was very satisfied with the result, and stood up with a smile: "Thank you Chuman, I will go home and see more in the future..."

As he spoke, he reached out to pat Song Chuman's shoulder, but he dodged sideways.

Cao Yuan withdrew his hand in embarrassment, left a sentence "I'll come back in a few days", and left with the people.

Xiao Deng came out from the utility room and called out cautiously: "Boss?"

Song Chuman came back to his senses and replied, "Go back, it's closed today."

Xiao Deng couldn't hear what they said clearly inside, and was very worried, and wanted to ask a few more questions, but Song Chuman had already gone to get the key to lock the door.

Under his urging, Xiao Deng had no choice but to leave first.

The "Closed Business" sign outside the store was still there, and Song Chuman, as if masturbating himself, did all the hygiene in the store, inside and out, until he was so tired that he collapsed on a chair.

This seemed to be able to forget the unpleasant things, Song Chuman was in a daze for a while, and closed the door to go home.

Song Chuman didn't want to give the money to Cao Yuan, he planned to find a chance to leave quietly in these two days, and never let anyone find him again.

It's just that he still doesn't want to part with the cats in the community. After he leaves, they don't know if they will be fed.

There is also Mianmian, which he has only just become familiar with.

When he arrived at a new place, he had to contact a new psychiatrist again, and it might not be better than Lu Zhao.

He had no appetite at noon, so he took cat food downstairs to feed the cat.

The time was much earlier than usual, Song Chuman waited for a long time but no cat came over, leaning against the wall in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, a weak meowing sound came from not far away, which sounded unusual.

Song Chuman followed the sound and found a cat lying on the ground in the grass, with black and white fur.

He recognized it as the cow cat who hadn't been around for a while.

It tilted in an abnormal posture, looked at Song Chuman without fear, and let out a weak cry.

Song Chuman squatted down and patted its head, brushed away the weeds around it, and found a deep wound on the hind leg of the cow cat. It was impossible to tell how it was done, the hair around it was stained with blood, and the grass was also stained with Some.

Dazed by the blood in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and after regaining his senses, he quickly picked up the cow cat and prepared to send it to the hospital.

Before taking a few steps, Song Chuman stopped.

He became uncertain, lowered his head and supported the cat with one hand, while the other tremblingly sniffed at it.

It was the same with Song Chuman last time. He thought the kitten was normal, but others told him that it had been dead for a long time.

After he finally understood, he realized that there was already a rancid smell in the house, which he hadn't noticed before.

Could it be that his cognition is also wrong, and the cow cat in front of him is actually not breathing.

Otherwise, how could it not appear for so many days, and then suddenly come back with injuries.

Or maybe, everything now is just his illusion, and he doesn't even have a dead cat in his hand.

Song Chuman had a cat when he was a child.

A very thin stray cat ran into the Song family's yard to look for food. Song Chuman didn't dare to take it upstairs, so he could only secretly feed it with leftovers.

Unfortunately, it was discovered by Cao Qiyun within a few days.

For a long time, Cao Qiyun didn’t let anyone talk to him, let alone go to school, claiming that he had a special personality and needed a private tutor, but in fact it was just some textbooks and video lessons.

After the kitten was found, Cao Qiyun had someone beat the cat to death in front of Song Chuman.

The bright red eyes seemed familiar, and Song Chuman was at a loss as he hugged the cat.

He wanted to ask for help, and almost immediately thought of Lu Zhao.

Song Chuman sat down against the wall, put the cow cat in his arms, took out his mobile phone and checked Lu Zhao's number.

He didn't save Lu Zhao's number, but there were very few call records, so he quickly found and called.

When the phone was connected, Song Chuman asked, "Can you come over?"

**

Lu Zhao came very quickly.

He had been to the place where Song Chuman fed the cats, and based on his memory, he quickly found the person sitting in the corner with a wounded cat in his arms.

"What's going on?" Lu Zhao stepped forward a few steps, checked Song Chuman's body, and felt relieved when he saw that he was fine.

The cat in his arms was seriously injured, Lu Zhao asked in a low voice, "Where did you find it?"

Seeing him, Song Chuman felt relieved, raised his finger in a direction, and asked nervously, "Is it... still alive?"

Lu Zhao nodded: "The bleeding has stopped, but it must be sent to the hospital as soon as possible."

Song Chuman was relieved, and then he was awakened: "Then let's take it there quickly..."

"I'll come, my car is outside." Lu Zhao took the cat from him and strode forward.

When they arrived at the pet hospital, the cow cat was sent to the operating room, and Song Chuman waited anxiously outside the door, fidgeting.

Lu Zhao comforted him: "It will be fine."

Song Chuman looked very bad today, Lu Zhao didn't know what happened in the morning, he just thought he was worried about the cat inside.

Song Chuman nodded in despair, not relaxing at all.

Until the doctor came out and said: "It's not too late, the situation is very stable."

Song Chuman breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Can I go in and have a look at it?"

"can."

The operation has been completed, and a staff member is cleaning the blood on the hair of the cow cat. The doctor said: "It should be driven by a car, and the hind leg is broken. It needs to be raised for a while."

Song Chuman nodded in a daze.

"You are the owner?" The cow cat is not dirty, and its body is not too thin. The doctor mistook it for Song Chuman's cat, and reprimanded him: "Be sure to close the doors and windows in the future, and don't let the cat run around."

Song Chuman didn't say anything to refute, but still just nodded.

The wound still needs to be cleaned and changed on time. The doctor suggested keeping the cat in the hospital until it can be brought home.

Song Chuman agreed, went to pay for the medicine, bought a box of canned food by the way, and wanted to feed it to the cat after the anesthetic had worn off.

Lu Zhao has been silently following him, seeing this and softly said: "Go and clean up first?"

There were bloodstains on his clothes and hands that were accidentally stained when he came, and so did Lu Zhao.

Song Chuman let out an "um" and followed him to the bathroom.

The water washed the skin, and the stains and blood disappeared quickly. Song Chuman took a paper towel to wipe the clothes, but he couldn't wipe it off. The deep red blood had dried up.

After Lu Zhao simply cleaned up, he tilted his head to see Song Chuman was still wiping his clothes, his expression was numb, and his movements were mechanical.

Gently snatching the tissue in Song Chuman's hand with one hand, he looked up blankly.

Lu Zhao took a new piece of paper, moistened it with water, bent down to help him wipe it.

Song Chuman stood obediently, waited for Lu Zhao to finish processing, and straightened his clothes: "Okay."

There was no third person in the bathroom. Lu Zhao recalled what Song Chuman asked when he went to find him.

He threw away the tissue: "Don't worry too much, the cat was fed well by you before and will recover quickly."

Song Chuman responded, and stopped talking when he looked at Shang Lu Zhao.

Lu Zhao said softly, "What's wrong?"

The cat has been successfully treated, and it has been proved that he is not hallucinating. Song Chuman couldn't help but want to confide in his psychiatrist.

"I thought..." he felt guilty and scared, "I thought it was dead."

"It's still moving, of course it's not dead." Lu Zhao reached out and fiddled with Song Chuman's forehead hair, and said in a soothing voice, "And you called me the first time, you did a good job."

"It was moving, and it even licked my hand," Song Chuman was still downcast, "But I'm afraid that's my hallucination."

A stranger walked into the bathroom, and Lu Zhao pulled Song Chuman out, saying, "It's not a hallucination."

"What if it is?" So many things happened that day, Song Chuman got into the horns, "Maybe, it's also my hallucination now."

Lu Zhao stopped and turned around: "I'm not."

"What?" Song Chuman was immersed in his own thoughts, unable to pull away for a while, his eyes were confused and confused.

"I said, I am not your illusion."

Lu Zhao lowered his head and slowly hugged him into his arms: "I am real."

The body temperature belonging to another person came continuously, Song Chumanan quietly did not struggle, but felt that Lu Zhao's embrace was getting tighter and tighter.

Song Chuman frowned and pushed him away: "I can hardly breathe..."

Pushed back by him, Lu Zhao took a step back, grabbed his wrist and pulled him back into his arms to hug him tightly, with hot air spraying in his ears: "Do you feel it?"

The author has something to say: the memory part has been basically finished, let’s start talking about love