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The next day, Ye Tinghe received a message from Lu Pingjia, with a series of exclamation points, and finally asked: Are you my brother? ! !

Ye Tinghe replied to him: Yes, silly brother.

After returning to Lu Pingjia, he fell silent, and he didn't know who told him about it.

Except for Lu Pingjia, he originally thought that Lu Shiting should also say something.This person's temper is not considered good, and he was used as a gunman for no reason. Shouldn't he be furious at himself for the incident that fermented last night?

But he remained silent, as if he had expected that Ye Tinghe would not talk to him.

In the days that followed, Lin Zhao found that Ye Tinghe was very self-consciously shutting down the Internet, concentrating on writing his graduation thesis in order to graduate smoothly, and a few times when he picked up his mobile phone, he was also chatting with the teachers in the school.

Many people are giving him advice, choose a favorite major to study abroad, act in a drama, or recommend him to other agency companies that can protect him and help him transform.

But Ye Tinghe refused.

He had already expected the ending of this story, bad or worse, there are countless kinds.

But none of them ended up with their own escape.

With a lot of extra free time, Lin Zhao took him to play games, and played hard for more than four hours. Finally, in the middle and late stages, the two of them got stuck together.

Lin Zhao put down the handle and went out to get a drink.

Ye Tinghe glanced back at the figure he was leaving, wanted to check the strategy secretly, and fumbled in his pocket before recalling that he had left his mobile phone in the bedroom.

He casually picked up Lin Zhao's, and before he started searching for the game's name, he suddenly saw a name in the historical records——Ye Tinghe.

He clicked in, and it was all black material made up without beginning or end. He quit after glancing at it, and opened Weibo again.

Lin Zhao still logged in with the previous Weibo account "Miaomiao's 24 Hours". I don't know if Ji Xu didn't give him the account with Lin Zhao's name on it, or he didn't want it anymore.

He turned to the search page, and the only search record was still his name—Ye Tinghe.

The content searched this time is no longer those trivial revelations and transfers, but the most popular ones are the malicious curses and ghost pictures Jiugongge that are always inseparable when fans of internal entertainment tear each other.

Lin Zhao pushed open the door, there was a slight knocking sound, Lin Zhao saw Ye Tinghe trembled slightly, as if awakened from a certain state.

He didn't look back at himself, but just put the things in his hands back in place.

Lin Zhao handed him a glass of honeydew melon juice, and said casually, "What are you doing? Check my phone?"

"Yeah, let's see if you've been hooking up with others behind my back." Ye Tinghe took a big sip with his cup in his hands, stared blankly at the villain on the screen who had nowhere to go, and with a thud, his cheeks bulged Gradually flattened and swallowed in one gulp.

Lin Zhao ignored his nonsense, grabbed his phone and checked it, but couldn't find any trace of what he had seen.

Ye Tinghe held the cup in one hand, turned his head to stick to his body, and said in a muffled voice, "You don't believe me anymore."

Lin Zhao looked down at the top of his black hair, and really wanted to pinch the back of his neck to pick up the humming thing, to see carefully what expression he would have now.

I was afraid that if I really picked it up, it would only make him scream.

Lin Zhao clenched his fingers, rubbed Ye Tinghe's head, and suddenly asked, "Who are you, Lu Shiting?"

"Enemy." Ye Tinghe said without hesitation.

Lin Zhao let out an "oh", and it seemed that he was just asking casually, not obsessed with getting an answer from him.

Hearing what Ye Tinghe said, he just pushed his head: "Get up, hold on tight and don't splash me."

Ye Tinghe sat up obediently, and walked away from him, except for a patch of red on her snow-white face, her expression was as usual.

May 5 is Lin Zhao's official birthday.

他依旧没有露面，只有三夔官博在0点5分25秒的时候卡点发了一条时长26秒的林照历史作品回顾，祝他26岁生日快乐。

Some people dislike it for being perfunctory, far less attentive than fans.

The fact is true, the group of girls who have never met each other started to prepare for this day together a month ago, even if the protagonist is absent, they still did it perfectly, like flowers blooming brocade and a raging fire cooking oil.

It seems to make up for the lost six years on this day.

They seem to be saying: It doesn't matter if Lin Zhao doesn't show up, as long as he wants to, he can return to the cloud at any time, and there will always be someone waiting for him.

In contrast, how they used to hold up Xiao Linzhao with one hand, now they are how to push Ye Tinghe off the high platform.

After being misplaced for four years, all the love and expectations that did not belong to him were finally returned on this day.

When they no longer need to send love to Xiao Linzhao, there will be no place for Ye Tinghe in this place.

In the early morning of the 25th, Lin Zhao drove Ye Tinghe to a temple on Qingluo Mountain.

Ye Tinghe sat on the passenger seat and looked out, a little puzzled: "It's so late, is the temple still open?"

"Be careful what you say," Lin Zhao corrected him, "It's a place where Buddhism is purely cultivated. What is business?"

Ye Tinghe turned his head, stared at Lin Zhao for a while, and couldn't help but said, "It's really strange that you... half a foreigner said such things in front of me."

Lin Zhao smiled: "Is it strange? When I was filming before, the screenwriter teacher in the group brought me here, and I accompanied him to chant scriptures every day for more than half a month."

Ye Tinghe asked: "Does he believe in Buddhism?" Now the industry seems to have never heard of any particularly powerful screenwriter who believes in Buddhism.

Lin Zhao nodded: "Very pious, now I have shaved my hair and moved in."

Ye Tinghe was amazed, Lin Zhao glanced at him, and asked strangely: "Don't you believe it? Then why are there so many temples here?"

"I don't know either." Ye Tinghe said honestly, "As glorious young pioneers, we can only believe in science since we were young."

After getting off the car, there was still a long mountain road. In late spring, the peach and pear trees on both sides were about to pass their flowering period, and the shadows of the trees were blurred in the night, and nothing could be seen clearly.

A peach branch coming out from the mountain road gently grabbed Lin Zhao's coat. Lin Zhao stretched out his hand to push it away, and accidentally touched a fluffy thing with a pointed butt, and he tore it off with a little force.

It was an immature green peach, with a fragrance after the rain, he threw it into Ye Tinghe's sweater pocket.

Ye Tinghe touched it, and asked in a low voice: "Is it your stolen goods? How will you divide it when you go back?"

"Half for one person?" Lin Zhao also lowered his voice, suddenly patted Ye Tinghe on the head when he remembered something, and said with a smile hidden in his words, "It seems that they planted it themselves, if they are caught, they can only detain you here for reciting scriptures. "

"Is that why you brought me here?" Ye Tinghe turned around and hugged Lin Zhao, burying his face in his neck, "How could you do this to me!"

Maybe it was Lin Zhao's fault for not stopping it, he liked to hug it more and more like this, it was sticky and couldn't be easily torn off.

With a sound of "squeak", the mountain gate opened behind him.

A rough old man dressed in sea blue came from inside with a light on, and Lin Zhao was blinded by him, as if he was in the middle of the anti-pornography and anti-illegal scene in a dramatic way.

"Sponsor, please find another place if you want to find a partner. There is no accommodation service here." The uncle yawned, rubbed his eyes and finally saw who the person in front of him was, and suddenly realized, "It's you Xiaozhao, I haven't seen you in ten years Now, are you...seeing your parents?"

Ye Tinghe turned his head when he heard the words, blinked his eyes to identify his facial features, and was shocked in his heart.

At the same time, I thought very impolitely: just this gene, what kind of mutation must be mutated to give birth to Lin Zhao?

"We're not in this kind of relationship, don't talk nonsense." Lin Zhao said calmly, and he patted the back of Ye Tinghe's head, "Don't look, there's nothing good about him being so ugly."

"You child, you are still so rude!" The uncle closed the door and said angrily.

After passing through several curved side doors, when the uncle led the two of them in, he casually introduced the situation in the temple and the flow of people in each season.

Ye Tinghe didn't listen seriously, but out of social habits, he politely showed a "wow, that seems pretty good" expression.

But the uncle didn't know what to read from his face, and saluted with one hand: "Amitabha, benefactor, you can come back after graduation, my Buddha does not go beyond the undergraduate degree."

Ye Tinghe: "?"

He tugged on Lin Zhao's sleeve with a displeased face, wanting to sue him: someone here is discriminating against academic qualifications!

Lin Zhao looked down at Ye Tinghe, his eyebrows were slightly bent, as if responding to him: I just said that there is no need to be polite to him.

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The fire cooks the oil, and the flowers bloom. ——"Dream of Red Mansions"