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It was midsummer, the sun was scorching the street, and Cicada hid in the shade of a tree and screamed endlessly. There were few people on the road, and a car ran over the asphalt road, bringing up a cloud of dust.

The car stopped not far from the east gate of Wangjiang Community, and Ye Tinghe got out of the car alone. Before leaving, he said that he remembered that there was an old man who opened a fruit stand nearby, and he was going to buy a watermelon there.

In fact, Lin Zhao didn't trust him very much. After he found out that some people had to turn on the navigation when they returned home, he couldn't help wondering if Ye Tinghe could really remember the location of the fruit stand he said.

However, when Ye Tinghe bought the watermelon and came back, the lost person was replaced by Lin Zhao.

Ye Tinghe opened the car door, looked in and found that he was no longer in the car.

He was not in a hurry to call Lin Zhao, put down the heavy watermelon, and looked for him everywhere.

He walked past the community security guard who greeted him at the door, walked through the jacaranda forest that was about to pass the flowering period, and walked past the fountain in the sun.

He stopped under a wisteria tree, and saw Lin Zhao sitting under an ancient banyan tree from a distance, talking to someone with his head tilted.

The man was wearing a loose knitted sweater, his hair was tied up high, revealing a thin and fair neck, and the profile of his face was particularly familiar. That man was his mother.

This feeling made Ye Tinghe a little unbelievable. He didn't go there immediately, but stood under the tree and waited for a while.

Until Lin Zhao turned his head to look over and smiled at him.The light from the leaves fell on his forehead, like the paw prints of something, making this ordinary expression a little cute.

Auntie trotted over from behind Ye Tinghe with a flustered expression, complaining that her mother was running around by herself again, and she couldn't find anyone when she turned around, almost scaring her to death.

My mother obediently stood up and let her hold her hand. She didn't reply, only showing a very innocent expression, don't teach me any more.

This should be the first time Ye Tinghe saw such a relaxed expression on her face, without any depression or dullness.It seemed that after she left her grandfather, her father, and herself, she did gain the freedom that only belonged to her.

Immediately afterwards, the auntie found Lin Zhao beside her, her eyes were wide open, and she raised her finger to point at him, a certain name was about to come out between her lips and tongue.

Lin Zhao blinked, and before he could react, he pulled him behind her with one hand. Ye Tinghe looked at his aunt and shook his head slightly.

Auntie swallowed hard and did not say the name.The silence here caused my mother to frown, and she shook her aunt's hand in confusion: "Aren't you going home?"

"Come back, come back now."

Ye Tinghe watched them leave.

Lin Zhao suddenly asked him, "Have you never thought about confessing to your mother?"

Ye Tinghe asked back: "What will happen if you don't confess, do you think you are having an affair with me?"

His tone was too natural, Lin Zhao thought for a while before saying, "If you wish, we can also be protected by the law."

Seems to be good, but not yet.

They sat under the ancient banyan tree for more than ten minutes before finding their own villa along the zigzag path of the community, pretending that they had never met before, he just came this time, and told his mother to pick her up to Qingluo to visit Lu Yan in a few days, saying Finished and left.

Ye Tinghe has always known that she doesn't care about herself like other mothers treat their children. She didn't care about his studies before, but now she doesn't care about his career.

Then there's no need for him to mention his life to her. Why should the person he loves in the future make fun of himself and add to the pressure?

He didn't know that after he left, his mother grabbed the tassels on the sofa pillow and thought for a long time before asking his aunt, "Is the person who talked with me this afternoon really Lin Zhao?"

This evening, an anchor accidentally photographed the two of them. Ye Tinghe was checking in at the front desk of the hotel. Lin Zhao was standing next to him, carrying a chubby watermelon.

As soon as the camera was in focus, he turned his head and looked over. His face was pale and his brows were cold, but it made the whole picture bright, like a well-designed storyboard in a movie.

They didn't come over to stop them, so the anchor boldly continued to shoot secretly.

In the camera, Lin Zhao leaned over and said something next to Ye Tinghe's ear, causing Ye Tinghe to turn his head and look over, staring at the camera for a few seconds, frowning, with an unhappy expression.

The next moment, Lin Zhao used his free hand to secretly compare the bunny ears on the back of his head.

This clip was recorded and sent to Zhao Tinghe Chaohua, which caused the whole Chaohua to "Ah--".

"Is there a lip-talking master? Let's decipher what brother Zhao said to Xiaohe!"

"Is what you say important? What you do is the most important thing."

"How can a person who quit the circle be more active than when he was in the circle? I can see him all the time recently"

"They stand so close, they love sticking together"

"Little couples in love are like this"

"Brother Zhao looks like it's hard to get close to someone, but he's so cute in private! I like some dramas where the younger bullies the younger [blush]"

"Whoa, whoa, why are they so well matched?"

"The background is XX Hotel, right? What are they doing in the hotel???"

"Is the answer to this question difficult to guess?"

"Small face is yellow"

"Looked at Weifan and there was no movement, and the movement was not as fast as ours"

"I have filled my brain with some pictures of Mianjie opening a trumpet overnight to ambush us into our super chat squatting brother's new material"

"Laughing, they might really"

"Why is Ye Tinghe's expression so stinky? You can break up if you don't like the photo and disdain to walk with him."

"???"

"What is she saying?"

"Touch the sleep solution trumpet"

"Mian Jie [Little Speaker] give up unnecessary resistance and struggle [Little Speaker] accept the fact that brother is already in love [Little Speaker] come and drink Zhao Tinghe with us [Little Speaker]"

On the hotel terrace at night, Ye Tinghe cut the chilled watermelon in half, and the two of them dug and ate it with the same spoon.

"Don't you like being photographed? Why didn't you let me go over and ask him to delete it just now?" Ye Tinghe asked while holding the spoon.

Lin Zhao looked at the hanging red melon flesh, lowered his head, bit it, swallowed it, and said, "It's not just me, we're not just taking the regular route of showing our love."

Ye Tinghe blinked, but couldn't say anything negative, so he just dug out a piece of watermelon, fed it to himself this time, and said vaguely: "Then get ready for the proxy shooter and reporters to rush over overnight and block us in the middle of the night." It’s okay to leave the hotel.”

The sky in Jiangzhou is much calmer than Qingluo, the sky is blue, and the stars in the summer night are flickering.

The cool breeze blows away Ye Tinghe's forehead hair, revealing a pair of black and white eyes, which are especially bright and vivid in the hazy night.

Lin Zhao felt his heart was hit by something, making him forget what he originally wanted to say, "If this is the case, let's escape as soon as possible".

Thinking blankly, he hoped that the person in front of him would no longer shed tears, and could always be as free and happy as he is now.

Following the unreasonable impulse in his heart, he said, "I think I will love you for another ten years."

"Ten years?" Ye Tinghe looked at him, and smiled lightly with his eyes soaked in the wind, "That's very long."

It is the number that Lin Zhao started to be troubled by himself, twice as long as Ye Tinghe knew him, it can occupy half of his short half life up to now, and maybe it is enough to overwrite and rewrite their memories of each other's past happiness and unhappiness.