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It was approaching evening when they arrived at Qingluo, and Ye Tinghe watched Ji Xu drive the car in another strange direction.

Less than half a year after returning, Lin Zhao has already changed to a third residence.

Ji Xu explained: "Your Mr. Yan's house can no longer live in. During this time, every time you go in and out, you will be surrounded by a bunch of reporters and paparazzi."

Ye Tinghe replied "Oh", then turned around and muttered softly: "Wow, the cunning rabbit has three caves."

Caught by Lin Zhao, he smiled and said, "Say it again?"

It was another villa complex where several security roads had to be passed. The car was parked at the door. After Lin Zhao got off the car, Ye Tinghe didn't follow.

Lin Zhao felt strange, turned around to look for him, only to find that Ye Tinghe was still sitting on the side of the seat, looking up at himself, and urged: "Hurry up, invite me to live with you."

Lin Zhao lowered his head and smiled, folded his arms and looked at him without speaking.

The two stalemate for half a minute.

Ji Xu stood far away, holding the car keys with an impatient expression on his face: "What are you two dawdling about? Are you making an idol drama, two big stars?"

In the end, it was Ye Tinghe who gave up first, jumped down angrily, and bumped into Lin Zhao, his voice seemed to come out from between his teeth: "Brother Lin Zhao doesn't like to talk? Why is he so cool!"

Lin Zhao hugged Ye Tinghe, and when he looked down at his expression, he couldn't help but raised his hand to pinch his slightly puffed cheek, and asked with a smile, "What are you so angry about?"

Ye Tinghe glanced at him and thought: Very good, I started to play dumb again.

The dinner was pre-booked from an outside hotel. Lin Zhao ate slowly, but his expression didn't change the whole time.

Ye Tinghe couldn't tell whether it was because he was unwell and had no appetite, or he was just picky eaters, so he stopped Ji Xu before he left: "Brother Ji, can I cook by myself tomorrow?"

"Yes, yes," Ji Xu nodded, and quickly denied it, "But it's fine with your level, don't blow up the kitchen. If you really want to try it, you might as well ask Lin Zhao, he will know it himself. Do it, let him keep an eye on it."

As soon as Lin Zhao took a sip of water, he met the gazes of the two people.

He put down the glass, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Another day, I don't want to go into the kitchen for now."

Ye Tinghe nodded subconsciously, and when Ji Xu left, he suddenly realized that the development of the matter seemed to be far from his original purpose.

But it doesn't seem like a loss if Lin Zhao can teach him how to cook.

As the night was getting darker, Ye Tinghe went to take a shower first, then turned back to the living room and found Lin Zhao sitting on the carpet alone playing with a tablet.The dim light fell on his face, casting three-dimensional shadows on the eye sockets and the bridge of the nose.He looked down at something, the slender eyelashes flickered with a very slight light only occasionally when they blinked, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, showing a trace of coldness that was inaccessible to strangers.

I don't know what made Big Cat unhappy again this time.

Ye Tinghe approached quietly, squatted down and peeked at the content on his screen openly.

It was an exclusive interview of entertainment news, with Lin Zhao's name on the title in the upper left corner, which seemed to be San Kui's official explanation for "Lin Zhao's death" these days.

He was too focused on peeping, and didn't pay attention to his wet hair, a drop of water fell from the tip of his hair, dripping on Lin Zhao's thumb.

Lin Zhao doesn't like the humid environment, nor does he like the cold feeling when water drops on his body.

He lowered his eyes for a moment, didn't speak, and wiped away silently with his fingers.

"I asked for an explanation over and over again, but no one believed me when I gave it. They are really difficult to deal with." Ye Tinghe said with his head down.

Lin Zhao's eyes fell on him, he stared at him silently for a while, and suddenly said, "Don't you ask me what happened back then?"

"Don't ask." Ye Tinghe shook his head.

"Not curious?"

"I'm curious, but if you want to say something, you've already said it." Ye Tinghe was already familiar with his usual way of dealing with himself, bowed his head and swiped a few times, and exited from the video page, "If I ask you, you won't Just deal with me, at most, perfunctory me with a good attitude, I'm not careless, but also embarrassed, okay?"

Lin Zhao said, "I'll tell you when I have a chance."

Ye Tinghe nodded obediently, thought of something, and said again: "Actually, I can guess one thing. It's not you who have the habit of rock climbing, but Alvin, right?"

Lin Zhao quietly looked at him for a while, and a faint smile floated in his eyes: "So smart?"

"Smart ghost, it's written in Encyclopedia, he has participated in several competitions when he was still in elementary school with a schoolbag on his back." Ye Tinghe said speechlessly, "Look, this is how you perfunctory me."

The meaning in his words seemed to be complaining, but the tone did not contain the slightest resentment, it was just a statement.

The dim light slightly melted the silence brought by his thick ink-like pupils, making him look a little gentle, but still full of emotion.

Lin Zhao raised his hand to touch Ye Tinghe's hair, but his hand was wet first, he couldn't help frowning, and then pushed his head: "Blow dry your hair before coming here, you rub me all over with water."

"I came here after clearing it. Don't frame people, can you?" Ye Tinghe stood up and glanced at his clothes, "It's not there at all, and you want to drive me away again."

Lin Zhao could hear that he was just acting coquettishly, and didn't want to respond, but suddenly raised his head for some reason, and asked, seemingly unintentionally, "Have you always been like this?"

Ye Tinghe stopped in his tracks: "What kind?"

"When you are nervous, you will suddenly talk more, and you are very proactive. I hope things will go according to your expectations, so I rehearsed many times in my heart?"

Ye Tinghe didn't speak.

Lin Zhao added, "It doesn't seem to be perfect, let's work harder next time?"

Ye Tinghe heard the teasing meaning in his words, glared at him angrily, and ran away without saying a word.

Lin Zhao smiled slightly as he looked at his back as he ran away in a hurry. Before he finished watching the video, he wanted to continue, but when he lowered his head, he realized that he had already been withdrawn by a quick-witted kid.He didn't go back and clicked on a cooking tutorial on crab stuffed oranges on the homepage.

The method is not complicated, but it should not be easy for a beginner like Ye Tinghe to learn.

While watching, Lin Zhao kept thinking about what he should do.

This question has been lingering in his heart since those photos were exposed. Life or death is obviously just a personal matter, but because of the addition of some illusory feelings, it has become a transparent glass house.

He couldn't count how many people circled the room, asking him to cut himself open and give everyone an explanation.

Cut open your brain and tell your thoughts. Cut open your bones and tell me you're still safe. Cut open your heart because we still love you just as much as we always have.

Ji Xu gave him a suggestion, saying whether to accept an interview with an orthodox paper media, just meet the writer, and just chat without taking pictures.

He didn't agree, which caused some people to fly into a rage.

"Will they believe us only in words? Let's not talk about it. Brother Ji, you don't even need to show your face. Everyone is making concessions for him. Lin Zhao is still not satisfied? What exactly does he want?!"

Ji Xu asked Lin Zhao why.

"Now is not the time we agreed," he said.

"Everyone knows it's not," Ji Xu said, "but we've already been pushed here."

Some things seem difficult, but they are actually very easy to achieve, such as finding a child who is easy to manage, guiding a group of people who care too much because they love each other, or smashing a rising star with just one thought.

Some things, on the contrary, are easy to say but impossible to do.

For example, prying open a mouth, tracing the cause of love, or extinguishing the boiling fire of the group.

In the end, Ji Xu handed over the right to choose to Lin Zhao himself.

"In the end, I will give you a week to think about it. The interview will still maintain the status quo. If we maintain the status quo, we can only say that you are still recuperating and don't want to be disturbed for the time being."

Lin Zhao went back to his room before going to bed, and found a staring Ye Tinghe at the door.

Lin Zhao couldn't help laughing, and asked him, "What are you doing here, you want me to invite you to sleep together?"

Ye Tinghe quickly answered: "Okay." As if he really wanted to go in with him.

Lin Zhaowei turned sideways and blocked the door of the room.

He caught the person who bumped into him, and when he lowered his head, he suddenly smelled a refreshing lemon mint scent from Ye Tinghe's fluffy black hair.He did dry his hair, and now it is softly rubbing against Lin Zhao's neck, and his warm breath sweeps over the collarbone, like a clingy puppy.

There was an inexplicable emotion suspended in the air, which made Lin Zhao feel a little dazed.

He heard Ye Tinghe whisper, "I don't know what to say, and I don't know if you need me to accompany you."

Lin Zhao didn't reply, but he could feel the person in his arms close to him, his arms were tightened tightly, as if he was grasping something that couldn't be kept, as if he was the meaning of his life.

It's puzzling, but it's really warm.

I don't know if it was because of the hard work on the road during the day, Lin Zhao seemed to be hit by a sudden sense of exhaustion, and couldn't help lowering his head, feeling a strange urge.

Ye Tinghe suddenly felt a cool hand pinch the back of his neck, forcing him to raise his head and bump into a pair of overly cold eyes.

He blinked, and quickly realized the subtlety of this moment, because it was completely different from Lin Zhao's usual appearance.

The eyes closed suddenly, and the butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered. Lin Zhao lowered his head and touched his forehead.

It was like some kind of weird ritual, and it seemed to be just a simple one, being rubbed by an unfriendly big cat.

"No." Lin Zhao pushed him away, "Go to sleep."

With a soft sound, he closed the door.

Under the dim light, there was only a solitary shadow left. Ye Tinghe stood at the door for a while, before bewilderedly touching his forehead.

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