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Before arriving at the community, Ye Tinghe asked Lin Zhao to change to the back seat, put on his hat and mask, and try not to show any skin.

In this way, even if someone was photographed downstairs at his house in the middle of the night, it would at most be "Ye Tinghe brought a strange man home late at night, and his relationship with him was suspicious if he didn't go downstairs all night", not "Lin Zhao came back from the dead, and 'Xiaolin Zhao' unexpectedly do that to him."

This is Lin Zhao's second visit to Ye Tinghe's house. It looks quite tidy, but the area is not big. If the location is not good, it is easy to suspect that the company tricked him into signing an unequal contract or something, although the facts are not much different. .

When Ye Tinghe cooked two cups of hot milk and came out, Lin Zhao pulled back the deep blue velvet curtain without treating himself like an outsider, sat on the hanging chair on the balcony to watch the snow, tilted his head and asked, "Do you feel that the night when it snows Good for storytelling?"

"Okay." Ye Tinghe handed him a glass of milk, and then said, "Tell me quickly."

Lin Zhao felt that this person's two faces were being exposed more and more thoroughly.

But the story is not impossible to tell.

At this moment, snowflakes are falling from the sky, but the chill is isolated from the floor-to-ceiling windows.The warm yellow light in the room poured softly on his face, and the milk was hot, and the warmth was transferred to his palm through the wall of the cup, which really had a storytelling atmosphere.

Lin Zhao thought about it, and a picture of a Christmas many years ago came to mind.

He was still young at that time, and Alvin was only 6 years old, a very small person.He wanted to scare his brother, so he buried himself in the pile of presents under the Christmas tree, but he didn't expect that Lin Zhao didn't have the habit of unwrapping presents in time, and he accidentally fell asleep by himself.

That day, they searched the house and couldn't find him. Daisy was in a panic. The last kidnapping case in the news had just ended, and they were very sensitive about it, so they quickly called the police.

Ye Tinghe asked: "And then?"

"Then, in addition to calling the police, I also asked some people to help."

Daisy knows an aunt who lives nearby. One of her boyfriends has a special status and may be able to help.She agreed on the phone, but she made a little joke, asking to invite the most beloved and beautiful child of Daisy's family to visit her home on her birthday.

Lin Zhao originally thought she was talking about Alvin, but saw Daisy looking at him thoughtfully.

Lin Zhao said: "I still find it very strange, because I have never seen her, and she has never seen me, how could she know my existence?"

Ye Tinghe asked: "Is Daisy Theodora your adoptive mother too?"

"You know her?"

"I've seen it in English newspapers." Ye Tinghe saw Lin Zhao couldn't help showing the expression of "what kind of newspaper is that" on Lin Zhao's face, and said stiffly, "People who have not gone through the college entrance examination should not ask such questions."

Lin Zhao rolled her eyes and smiled, and continued, "But it doesn't matter whether she recognizes me or not. The important thing is that this aunt's curiosity gave Daisy another inspiration in how she treats me."

"Daisy is my adoptive mother, but she doesn't think so. She is a self-proclaimed collector and likes to collect all kinds of things she thinks are beautiful and put them in the house, and I am the same. She doesn't think it is my mother. It's my... collector."

Lin Zhao always felt that the encounter between him and Daisy was like some kind of fable.

One day, she found a very desirable treasure in a distant country, and took great pains to bring it home.

She looked left and right, and felt that such a treasure could be better.So she hired the most skilled craftsmen to polish it, wipe it with the most expensive cloth, and decorate it with the most exquisite packaging... It really became the best look in her heart.

Daisy was very happy, but also a little regretful.

At first, she didn't realize where this regret came from.Until her strange behavior aroused the curiosity of the neighbors, who peeped day and night, trying to see what such a treasure looked like.

She found out about her neighbor's intentions, which fed her vanity.

Yes, it's not enough for one person to appreciate it. She wants to show off this treasure in front of people all over the world, and wants to see how it shines under the spotlight.Countless people are fascinated by it, amazed and envious but can't ask for it, because this kind of thing is the trace of her polishing from head to toe, it is her heart, and in the end it only belongs to her alone.

Ye Tinghe was a little terrified when he heard that, but Lin Zhao smiled relaxedly under his nervous gaze: "That's what I am."

What he didn't say was the ultimate conclusion of the parable: that this much-loved treasure turned out to be a vessel full of love, one that naturally knew how to please all and make all people happy except a heart of its own.

Ye Tinghe asked in a low voice: "Is this the second secret?"

Lin Zhao saw his slightly flickering eyes, worried that the story he told would scare him, so he raised his hand and stroked the top of his hair reassuringly: "What do you mean?"

"It's not your original intention to debut as an artist, you are not happy at all."

Lin Zhao withdrew his hand and nodded lightly: "That's right."

"But you're back."

Ye Tinghe drank the last sip of milk with his cup in his arms, and abnormally stopped looking at Lin Zhao, his eyes were a little vain, staring at the falling white fluff outside the window in a daze, as if he was quietly thinking about something.

"Yes. After all, Lin Zhao is not dead." Finally, he said, "I will always use my name to live."

Ye Tinghe washed the cup and put it away again.He changed the sheets and quilts in the bedroom to a new one, and let Lin Zhao sleep in this room.

Lin Zhao came out of the shower, glanced at the small space after hearing his arrangement, and suspected that there was no second bedroom here.

"What about you?"

"I sleep in the study room, which has tatami mats." Ye Tinghe said.

Lin Zhao approached him quickly, he was obviously not much taller than Ye Tinghe, but when Ke Ke approached, the shadow easily covered his figure.The wet black hair has not been wiped dry yet, and drops of water seep down non-stop, and a few drops are on Ye Tinghe's collarbone, cool, and wet a small piece of cloth.

Lin Zhao lowered his eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

He felt that something was wrong with Ye Tinghe's mood, and he seemed very depressed.

He had some subtle self-blame, always worried that he had frightened him.

Ye Tinghe wanted to shake his head and say it's okay, but he opened his mouth but couldn't say it. Many questions came to his mouth, but he couldn't say it.

He wanted to say that Daisy didn't sound like a good thing, and he thought about it to satisfy his perverted desires, but in the end, he didn't leave any good things for you, and the cheap ones were all picked up by that brat Alvin. Don't you blame them at all?

You are obviously not happy with yourself, why do you care about other people's needs, why do you treat Ren Ju so well?It made her still think about you until now, but you still haven't regarded him as a friend, is it shameful to be a female star?

Also, half of the reason for being locked up in a small villa is because of rest, and the other half is because of me, right?Because of the existence of "Xiao Linzhao", there is no way to appear in front of the public earlier... Don't you blame me?Don't blame me for stealing your name and your fans?Don't blame it, why do you still treat me so well?

Ye Tinghe looked up at him and asked, "Why don't you hate me?"

Lin Zhao blinked slowly: "Why should I hate you?"

"The third secret, why did you come to see me on the day you came back? Why did you treat me so well later on?"

Lin Zhao seemed to smile a bit: "How am I treating you?"

Ye Tinghe stared at him, didn't respond, just grabbed his right cuff, as if silently urging.

"Because I want to see what kind of person 'Xiao Linzhao' is." Lin Zhao said softly, "Later... I felt a little guilty, so I hope you can be happier."

"What are you ashamed of?"

"One day, you will lose your current life, your job, and the people who like you now. At that time, I will not stop them from doing these things that hurt you."

"I've been prepared for a long time." Ye Tinghe said.

He seems to have heard many reasons from Lin Zhao, but none of them have anything to do with liking him. He thinks others are nice, friendly, cute, or simply fun, none of them.

"That's good, I hope you will be stronger in the future." Lin Zhao patted his head, as if comforting some kind of fragile animal, "It's good to be Ye Tinghe, don't be 'Xiao Linzhao'."

Ye Tinghe actually didn't quite understand his thoughts, how could someone feel guilty for taking back what belonged to him?

He said seriously: "If the Holy Mother is a disease, you must be terminally ill."

Lin Zhao smiled, straightened up, and spared his offense at this time.

But Ye Tinghe didn't let him go, he stared at Lin Zhao closely: "The three secrets are finished, don't you ask me who I like?"

Lin Zhao turned his head and said as he wished: "Who do you like?"

Ye Tinghe grabbed his collar, forcing Lin Zhao to bow his head. He stood on tiptoe and pressed a not-so-gentle kiss on Lin Zhao's lips.

After a few breaths, he let go of his hand, and his black eyes were covered with a layer of cold texture like ice, making it difficult for people to see his emotions at the moment.

Meeting Lin Zhao's unexpected gaze, Ye Tinghe said clearly: "You, I like you."