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Lin Zhao didn't wake up until five o'clock in the afternoon, and no one disturbed him.

When he woke up, he saw Ye Tinghe sitting on the carpet next to his bed with a notebook in his arms, with a concentrated expression on his face, not knowing what he was doing, looking at the page like writing an email?

Before Lin Zhao could see clearly, he had already closed it, turned his head and asked, "Do you feel dizzy after sleeping for a long time?"

Lin Zhao covered his forehead and shook, only feeling a little groggy, but not to the point of dizziness.

Ye Tinghe stood up, was so cute by his half-dream and half-awake appearance, reached out to touch him.

Lin Zhao raised his hand, grabbed his wrist and put it down, he said, "I had a dream."

"What dream?"

"It seems that... the most people you can imagine were airdropped on a mountain, crowded with people, and each person can only stand in a small place and cannot move. However, this small place is not safe. There is a possibility of subsidence, and the more dangerous the edge is, so everyone desperately wants to run to the highest place. The more they run, the faster the collapse... Finally, finally..."

He repeated "finally" twice, but didn't say what happened in the end for half a minute.

Ye Tinghe thought about what he said, and found the strangeness of the logic of this dream: "Why do you think it's safe to stand the highest and stay the longest? Maybe the person who collapsed first went straight home along the way down the mountain Well, why are you staying there?"

Lin Zhao smiled, nodded and said, "You are right."

However, in keeping with the integrity of the story, Ye Tinghe still asked: "So, what happened to the last one?"

"I don't remember, maybe—" Lin Zhao got up and walked outside, and said casually, "I must have been eaten by the rules."

After packing up the downstairs, Ye Tinghe poured him a glass of water, while Lin Zhao drank, he found that the TV in the living room was still on, playing the BBC documentary "Big Cat".

Inside the screen is a sea, and a jaguar is walking on the beach, with elegant and rebellious steps.

Ye Tinghe also stared at the TV, jokingly said: "While you were sleeping, I visited your distant relatives for you."

"Huh?" Lin Zhao put down his glass, turned his head and asked, "How are they doing?"

"Hunting is a bit hard, but the food is not bad, there is meat in every meal, and the marriage relationship is also very harmonious. Although the partners are all from Jitou, it may be because they are from Jitou that they are harmonious. They want me to tell you, brothers, everything It's all good, don't worry," Ye Tinghe sank into the sofa, hugged a pillow, and said with a smile, "The autumn over there is coming to an end, and I'm going to dominate the jungle, and I'll see you next spring."

"Okay." Lin Zhao actually nodded, and sat down beside him, "Jaguar, I will come to visit next spring, I will remember."

Ye Tinghe ran over and asked, "What if you don't come?"

"I'll find you if I don't come, shouldn't you think about what to do?"

"That's because they don't keep their promises?" Ye Tinghe said, "I can blame this too?"

"Then what should I do? I caught a big cat on the road and asked, have you ever seen Brother Yuanfang Hu who dominates the jungle?" Lin Zhao looked down at the person laughing on him, and asked solemnly, "Do you think I Who is the right one to blame?"

When Ji Xu came in from the outside, they stopped arguing about the jaguar. The TV screen paused on the game interface, the white gauze curtains swayed with the wind, and the afterglow of the setting sun penetrated the floor-to-ceiling windows, sprinkled their bodies golden.

Lin Zhao put down the handle, and Ye Tinghe looked back at Ji Xu, like two animals waiting to be fed.

Ji Xu walked to the restaurant, put down the dinner he brought, and first glanced at Lin Zhao: "How long have you been awake? Are you hungry? Hurry up and eat something."

He asked Ye Tinghe again: "Is your phone turned off? When did you turn it off? Did you see the message they sent?"

"No, I'll take a look now." Ye Tinghe got up, picked up his phone and turned it on.

When Lin Zhao passed by, he inadvertently saw a call coming from the moment he turned on the phone, but Ye Tinghe swiped left and hung up without even looking at it. When he returned to the main page, the number of missed calls and unread messages at the bottom was very high. amazing.

Standing behind him, Lin Zhao seemed to be familiar with such things: "Have you been harassed?"

Ye Tinghe nodded: "It should be time to change the number again."

He turned on blocking calls from strangers first, and then went to see Minghuan's news, which was about the clarification of the "Miao Miao" incident last night.

At eleven o'clock last night, a strange id posted a Weibo in Ye Tinghe's chat.

@许银婆: [Ye Tinghe Chaochao] I want to ask, where did this picture come from?The person who took this commercial is obviously me, why do you all think it's Ye Tinghe? [Image] [image]

The real Miao Miao suddenly appeared back then, proving her identity with two screenshots of different appearances in the advertisement and a photo of the shooting scene when she was a child, and also exposed Ye Tinghe's lies for many years.

The impact of this incident is not large, because it was soon discovered by the Chaohua patrol team and deleted the post.

However, many people took screenshots and shared them with each other in private, causing another turmoil in the fan circle.

Those sister fans are thinking, why did they get this wrong?Who got in among them and provided that video link?

If that fan was just deceived back then, after all, who would remember what a child who only appeared for a second or two looked like, then...who would be able to replace this advertisement on the entire network and guide them to choose Ye Tinghe in the end? ?

The person who can help him achieve this level... Is it really just a little boy who has nothing to rely on in their eyes?

What Ming Huan meant seemed to be to let fans guide him, and to push the blame for the fraud back then on those fans. Anyway, it had nothing to do with him, Ye Tinghe, and he didn't know about it, and he never admitted that he was the one in the ad child.

Ye Tinghe could feel that this was not good, and it might have a counterproductive effect. Today's explosive harassing calls and text messages might be caused by this incident.

Some fans actually have many ways to get the celebrity's number and various private information, but most of the time they don't spread it out.This time, being so indifferent this time was either a vent of anger, or a warning to Ye Tinghe.

But Ye Tinghe is also very clear that the purpose of the studio's doing this is not to clarify for him, so he only replied "OK".

During the period, new text messages were constantly being sent, and when they appeared at the top, you could see the content of the first line, all of which were highly emotional and dirty words.

When he replied to the news from the studio, he seemed to automatically block these contents. When he noticed that Lin Zhao was still behind him, he blocked the screen: "Don't look."

He put down his phone and pushed Lin Zhao to eat at a restaurant.

Lin Zhao turned his head slightly and looked into his unwavering black eyes.

Ye Tinghe can accept even seeing those people who once kissed and hugged their sisters who loved you turned around and said "shameless", "liar" and "go to death" on their heads.

It's as if he never expected it.

Changing a phone number is a particularly troublesome matter. The first thing to consider is who to notify of the new phone number.

He looked at the contacts for a long time, and it seemed that some people would not cooperate again, but he couldn't tell.Even in this kind of crisis, he can't hide at home to rest, he still has work to run, who knows who he will meet again.

When he was staring at the contact list in a daze, Lin Zhao quietly approached behind him, picked the most eye-catching note on the screen and asked, "Who is the villain (who has lost weight)?"

Ye Tinghe glanced back at him, and replied, "Lu Shiting."

Lin Zhao seemed a little puzzled, but didn't ask, and went on to read the next one: "Windmill (power generation)?"

"Producer."

"Tall (red hairy crab)?"

"My barber."

"king?"

Ye Tinghe blinked and laughed without warning.

He put the mobile phone in his pocket and prevented Lin Zhao from looking at it: "I won't tell you."