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When Ji Xu led the writer to drive to Lin Zhao's residence, he never expected that Lin Zhao would refuse.

"Didn't you say that you would announce it for me, that you are still recuperating and don't want to be disturbed?"

"Ancestor, I thought you would figure it out!" Ji Xu covered his earphones, smiled apologetically at the people looking over from the back seat of the car, turned his head and whispered, "You will come out sooner or later. How about it?"

"It can't be done." Lin Zhao said, "But if I don't accept it, you can't bring people over."

"Can you stop being so willful?"

"Am I capricious? Or do you make your own decisions and never take my ideas seriously?"

Ye Tinghe listened to the second half, and really wanted to go up to cos the concubine Yao to drive them apart, saying that Brother Ji didn't mean that, after all, he was old, and he didn't quite understand many things...in order to repay him for letting the people under his hands be black Own revenge.

But think about it or forget it, he still wants to be a good person who repays grievances with kindness and integrity.

So he went over with the boiled milk tea in his arms, pretending that he didn't eavesdrop here but happened to pass by: "What does Brother Ji want you to do again? It's too much, he's never finished!"

Lin Zhao smiled, and after Ye Tinghe approached, he lowered his neck and leaned his head on his shoulder: "It's so annoying."

Ye Tinghe asked: "Is he still here?"

Lin Zhao didn't make a sound, just shook his head, his cool black hair brushed against Ye Tinghe's cheek like a soft wind.

I don't know if he means not to come, or if he doesn't know and doesn't care.

After waiting quietly for a while, Ye Tinghe lifted the milk tea a little higher and asked Lin Zhao, "It should not be hot anymore, do you want to try it?"

Lin Zhao raised his head, his bangs were squished, Ye Tinghe raised his eyes to look at him, his pupils were smudged with a smile.Under Lin Zhao's slightly puzzled gaze, he stretched out his hand to help him tidy up, and said, "It's all right now."

Lin Zhao took the cup and took a sip: "Is it too weak?"

"Will it?" Ye Tinghe tasted it himself with his hand, "I think it's just right, your taste is too sweet."

"Add more condensed milk?"

"Alright." Ye Tinghe nodded, reminded him, "But you can only drink three sips."

Lin Zhao turned his head and looked at the huge poinciana plant outside the French window, as if he hadn't heard anything.

The sunlight in early spring penetrates through a few new green leaves, leaving a series of dazzling spots on the marble countertop.

Ye Tinghe's perception of time is quietly slowing down, and the moment when the green fruit falls to the ground is never there, as if it can be extended infinitely, until a snail is allowed to drill out of the wet soil and pass by with peace of mind.

He added condensed milk to the milk tea, he didn't notice when Lin Zhao came, leaned against the kitchen door, and watched silently for a while.

Ye Tinghe accidentally raised his eyes and saw his blurred shadow through the window pane: "Making a velvet cake this afternoon?"

"No." Lin Zhao refused.

"Didn't you say you wanted to eat yesterday? You're too lazy to do it?" Ye Tinghe glanced back at him, read something from his unwilling face, and took the opportunity to provoke discord, "Oh, three is the rule set by Ji Xu Don't blame innocent people when you get angry at him, I really want to eat cake too."

Lin Zhao: "You don't need to tell him."

Ye Tinghe: "No brother, I can lie but the scale can't."

Lin Zhao thought for a moment, then said cruelly: "Then smash it?"

"That's fine," Ye Tinghe nodded, "But how do you explain it after it's smashed? It has nothing to do with the two of us because it suffered from depression and ended up self-defeating?"

The big cat stopped talking again.

"Accept the reality, big star, you have to control your weight." Ye Tinghe handed the cup to Lin Zhao, "Try it again? Is it sweet enough?"

Lin Zhao held the cup and tilted his head slightly, rolled his Adam's apple a few times, and really put it down after only three sips, and then saw Ye Tinghe's expectant expression.

Lin Zhao looked down at him.

Ye Tinghe has a clear goal: "I want cake."

Lin Zhao tried to struggle: "Don't you like sweets?"

Ye Tinghe: "But the last time I ate a cake, I still grabbed someone else's cheese."

Lin Zhao: "You eat the whole thing by yourself?"

Ye Tinghe: "Sister Tangerine has them all, they look so big and popular."

Lin Zhao: "She's just posing for a photo, and she won't really finish eating."

Ye Tinghe: "I can also pose for a photo, and then really finish eating."

Lin Zhao sighed under his burning gaze, and finally compromised: "Do it in the afternoon."

Ye Tinghe hugged him and smiled brightly: "Brother Zhao is so kind, I like you the most~"

When Ye Tinghe let go of him and walked out, Lin Zhao suddenly turned his head and asked, "Aren't you afraid of getting fat again?"

"The situation is different now." Ye Tinghe suddenly relaxed, and his tone was almost an understatement, "In the past, it was for looking good on camera, and many fans said they liked your advantages, but in fact, most of them still look at your face, swollen and ugly once or twice. He could still close his eyes and blow it, and he ran away the third time. Now...it’s like this. If he’s in a good state, they can say that it won’t affect him. The background is really hard. If he’s not in a good state, it can be said that the things uploaded on the Internet are true. , with a guilty conscience."

"Anyway, I'll be pointed and pointed at, so let me be happy." He pushed open the door and said to Lin Zhao, "I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back soon."

Not long after he went out, Lin Zhao took the initiative to contact Ren Ju after a long absence, and asked her to stop posting food and poses on social platforms such as Moments, Weibo, and Oasis. If she must post, remember to block herself and Ye Tinghe first.

The request was very inexplicable, Ren Ju only answered him with a series of question marks.

When Ye Tinghe came back, he brought back a palm-sized cat photo frame, and he brought it to caretaker Lin and asked him where it would fit.

Lin Zhao realized at a glance that this was a group photo of ugly faces taken that evening, and he frowned unwillingly: "It's so stupid, don't."

Ye Tinghe shook his arm: "Withdraw, don't say that about the person I like, cats want to save face!"

In the end, the photo frame was placed next to a daffodil in the living room on the second floor, which is neither public nor private.

When Ji Xu came over in the afternoon, the two of them huddled on the sofa in the living room and chatted.

Lin Zhao asked Ye Tinghe, if Ji Xu hadn't come to him, what would he be doing now?

Ye Tinghe said: "When I go to school, I'm wondering whether to work or take the postgraduate entrance examination?" Then suddenly remembered something, and slapped his head, "I almost forgot, I haven't written my graduation thesis yet!"

Looking at his figure running away, Lin Zhao smiled lightly.

Habit seems to be a terrible thing, changing many things silently.

It seems that no one can force him to do what Lin Zhao doesn't want to do. Ji Xu came alone, with a normal expression when he came, as if the quarrel in the morning had never happened. They cried together, and continued to scold San Kui for not being a human being after crying.

While being sad, they did not delay their investigative work.

At [-] o'clock sharp on this Friday night, they collectively released Ye Tinghe's childhood school photos, proving that Ye Tinghe's background is the Lu family, and that this drama that fooled them for nearly four years was all caused by Shi Jia.

The amount of forwarding the lottery was increased to one million that night. The only restriction was that he did not pay attention to Ye Tinghe. He gave a lot and asked for very little, so the 24-hour forwarding volume was frighteningly high.

Ye Tinghe clicked on the photo, and saw his chubby self in childhood, his face flushed from crying, and the young Lu Yan stood beside him a little disgusted, and wiped his face with a handkerchief after he finished crying.

At that time, Lu Shiting was still sitting in the black car in the background and refused to get off, throwing a sulky face.

They have been arguing since the first meeting, and they regard each other as enemies, but Ye Tinghe always loses, because he is much thinner than Lu Shiting, and he can't fight with his hands. Push it all on yourself.

What happened on the first side?

It seemed that Lu Shiting lost his temper, threw everything that could be dropped at home, and angrily accused Lu Yan of bringing the child he sponsored to the house.

Lu Yan didn't explain, which made him always stop when he was down to Lu. He was willing to be instructed by him to do a lot of things, and he also took a lot of scapegoats.

It wasn't until the day he wanted to leave that he finally realized that he was not an orphan funded by Lu Yan, or an outsider with a bad name, but his grandson, who had a quarter of his blood.

There is also the blood of one-half of the people he hates.

"You still want to go back and find them?"

Lu Yan once said to him, "How do you think I got you here? On a snowy day in November, your dad called me from the phone booth and said that you are at my door right now, and asked me to hug you in quickly." I was in a meeting at the time, so I didn't have time to talk to him, so I told him to go away.

"I didn't really see you until I went back. I was going to be buried in the snow a little later. When I was sent to the hospital, my hands and feet were frozen to death. The doctor blamed me. Do you know these things? Do you remember how long you lived in the hospital when you were young?" what?

"You think I want to keep you? I'm willing to keep you? Do you know how much I hate your father, that bastard? But you are also my daughter's child, what can I do?

"I'm getting old, I can't breathe anymore...Ye Tinghe, can you understand something?"

Ye Tinghe closed his eyes, as if as long as he fell into a dream, the past and present that entangled him would have nothing to do with him.