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Under the eaves of the porch was a sunny doll, Han Zhao was sitting on a wicker chair in front of the porch, with a cigarette between his fingers, and his long hair tied behind his head.

It was dusk, and the slanting sunset gently enveloped the whole picture.The person who took the photo used a very shallow depth of field, and the flowers and plants in the background were blurred into a warm halo, bringing out a faint melancholy.

Looking at the date on Weibo, it was clearly only a year ago, but Han Zhao's temperament is quite different from now.

On the rickety light rail, He Jing huddled in a corner, his mind was full of Han Zhao holding a cigarette between his fingers, and his eyes were slightly melancholy.His long-haired prodigal look is more charming than the serious lawyer Fan...

But speaking of it, knowing that Han Zhao was the former boss of Guangyin, He Jing was not surprised.

He asked Han Zhao about his job in Hangzhou, and Han Zhao said he was doing a small business.Thinking about the last time I booked a room... Blame myself for being so stupid that I would believe some nonsense about someone checking out.

Wobbling and thinking about his thoughts, He Jing almost missed the stop on the light rail.At the last moment before the door closed, he struggled to get out of the car among the crowd, but when he got home, he found that no one was there.

There is a note on the dining table: I'll go home, you eat by yourself.Korea

go home?He Jing was stunned for a moment, and realized after turning a corner that he was talking about going back to his parents' house.Although he didn't know how he chose to go back at this time, He Jing felt relieved when he saw Qingyi's handwriting on the note—he hadn't done anything behind Han Zhao's back, and he felt very guilty after checking Weibo.

After ordering a takeaway casually, he turned on the computer and continued playing Conan.

Weibo is still the main position, and He Jing, who has found key information, followed the vine and found many clues one after another.

Photos of Han Zhao from various angles are posted on Weibo by more than one girl. The hotel has been open for several years, and the identity of the handsome boss really attracts fans.The girls lick the screen in various ways, and the identification of rotten girls is also indispensable. The most popular comment is "the prodigal son Gong".After watching too many candid photos from various angles, He Jing actually found a video.

It was an interview clip of a gourmet program on a local TV station. Various western pastries were placed on the big table in the cafe on the first floor of "Guangyin". The young and beautiful host was interviewing the boss and asking him to introduce the cafe's new menu.

Han Zhao in front of the camera behaved naturally, chatting and laughing with the beautiful host, the comments below were varied, except for the nympho boss, some people actually said that they had seen this hostess Coco in "Time" several times, and wondered if they had already met with the hostess. Boss together?

He Jing's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately remembered that Han Zhao was the master of both men and women.But after thinking about it, he said that he returned to Shanghai because he broke up with his boyfriend, so the matter with this female anchor should be just speculation by netizens.

Tsk, Lin Qiao's matter is gone, what beautiful female anchor, ex-boyfriend from Hangzhou came out like a ghost again, why is my husband so recruiting!

Depressedly, he turned off the video, He Jing sighed, and ate the cold takeaway, and checked the official Weibo of Guangyin again.

When the takeout was almost finished, he saw a comment from last summer.

"Where did the boss go? I haven't seen it for a few days. [crying] [crying]"

"The boss has returned to Shanghai and will not come back. [crying] [crying]"

The person who replied to the comment was signed by Rika, who seemed to be from the store.

"Diring, ringing..." Before the Weibo was finished, an unfamiliar phone rang in the room.

He Jing stood up and looked around, only to find that the phone next to the sofa was ringing - everyone used cell phones these days, and Han Zhao's fixed phone was like a decoration, and it hadn't ringing since he moved in.

After closing the window on the computer, he walked over in two or three steps and picked up the phone.

"Hey?"

"Hello...?" The other party replied hesitantly, and the voice was a woman who was not young.

Did you make a typo?He Jing thought to himself.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Han Zhao is back?"

The other party's speech was not fast, but He Jing didn't understand.After carefully recalling the dialect she spoke, I finally understood the meaning.

"Han Zhao? He's not at home."

"It's Xiaolin? Help Yi Gangsang, Yi's cell phone is in the box in Luole's house, tell Yi to come back when you have time."

He Jing: "￥@^*#%#..."

Among a bunch of dialects, he only understood "you" and "he".

Taking a breath, He Jing was about to speak when suddenly the sound of keys came from the gate.

The telephone was placed not far from the door. Seeing Han Zhao open the door and come in, He Jing hurriedly asked him for help with the phone in his hand.

"It should be looking for you, I don't understand..."

Han Zhao took the door and walked over to answer the microphone.

After "Hello", He Jing heard him say "Mom".

The same pronunciation in the whole world almost made He Jing jump up in fright.

Could it be his mother made a surprise inspection? !

Grabbing a sofa cushion in his hand, He Jing knelt on the sofa, listening nervously to Han Zhao's phone call.

"Well, I'm coming to Ming Dynasty... Fa is Yi... Ming Dynasty will help Nong Gang again..."

After a brief chat, Han Zhao hung up the phone.

He Jing let go of the sofa cushion, grabbed his arm and asked, "Is it your mother? Did I reveal my secrets?!"

"What's the secret?" Han Zhao was baffled by his question, "I dropped my phone at home, and she was afraid that I thought it was dropped outside, so she just called to tell me."

"You live with a man...you lied to your mother that you are just a friend?"

"You're guilty..." Han Zhao touched his head, "I've come out to my family a long time ago."

"Ah?" He Jing opened his mouth wide.

Han Zhao smiled at him, looked at the clock on the wall, and said, "It's getting late, go to bed early if you don't work overtime."

He Jing let out an "oh" and let go of his hand.Just as Han Zhao took a step forward, he was suddenly grabbed by him again.

"Your mother seems to call me Xiao Lin."

Han Zhao paused.

"You heard it wrong - if you want to learn Shanghainese, I will teach you later."

It was already late when Han Zhao came back, and in the blink of an eye, it was time to go to bed.

He Jing went to bed directly after taking a shower, and Han Zhao went into the bathroom behind him, but didn't go to bed after taking a shower, moved a chair and sat on the balcony to enjoy the air.

Cigarettes and beer are at hand, and a gust of wind blows from the balcony mixed with the smell of smoke, bringing with it the unique smell of summer.

He Jing half leaned on the bed, staring fixedly at Han Zhao's back.

This time last year was the day when he met Han Zhao in Shanghai.Thinking about it now, Han Zhao had just returned to Shanghai to develop at that time.It is not easy to switch from a handsome innkeeper to a lawyer from scratch.

After reading so many microblogs today, He Jing felt a little emotional—although Han Zhao has left everything behind in Hangzhou, those old times related to him, whether it is photos or videos, are all preserved intact in the virtual network , and even cared about by the strangers who passed by.

And what role did Lin Qiao play in Han Zhao's past life?

Thoughts were chaotic, unknowingly, He Jing's eyelids gradually became heavy...

"Xiao Lin? He dropped his cell phone at home, you remind him to come back and get it."

"Auntie, I'm not Xiaolin," He Jing answered sternly while holding the phone, "I'm He Jing, Han Zhao's current boyfriend."

"Where's Lin Qiao?" The female voice on the phone asked.

"He and Han Zhao broke up long ago and are already married to someone else."

"Oh, but Kobayashi..."

"Lin Qiao broke up with him many years ago!" He Jing was extremely irritable, and shouted into the phone, "Do you understand me or not!"

After shouting this, He Jing suddenly opened his eyes.

There was darkness in front of him, his heart was pounding, and his consciousness was still trapped in the weird dream just now.

I don't know if he really yelled, but Han Zhao next to him turned his back to him, as if he was not sleeping well.

He Jing touched his own neck, sweating coldly.He turned over, sat on the edge of the bed to concentrate for a while, and then got up to go to the bathroom.

It was already four o'clock in the morning, and the summer city woke up early. Although it was still dark, the sound of cars could already be heard on the road outside.

He Jing stood in front of the bathroom mirror and wiped his face.

The sound of "Xiao Lin" in the dream made him feel a chill in his heart.At the moment when he got rid of the nightmare, he fell into deeper doubts instead - looking in the mirror, he repeatedly recalled the short sentence on the phone, but he was not sure what he heard.

After turning off the light in the bathroom, He Jing walked to the computer in the living room and sat down.

Turn on the computer, jump out of the desktop, open the resource manager, and click into the search bar.

He Jing never thought that one day he would really search Han Zhao's computer, but it doesn't seem that difficult to do it now - search all the documents, arrange them according to the modification time, and click to view them one by one .

After reading a few files, he opened a file named spacebackup, and a text box popped up on the software interface, asking him to enter the password to open it.

Looking at the file name, it seems to be a backup file, but the modification date was a few days ago, and the file is quite large... After a little thought, He Jing tried to enter Han Zhao's birthday.

……wrong password.

The more you can't guess the password, the more suspicious it is.He Jing frowned, staring at the gray frame.

What other numbers can you try... But the password is not necessarily a number, so how do you guess it...

Just when he was concentrating on thinking about the password, a white light flashed in his eyes, and a furry thing suddenly jumped onto his knee.

He Jing screamed in fright, kicked his legs suddenly, and kicked off the power of the computer.

In the dark, the tabby cat kept at home was kicked to the ground by him, and looked at him with wide eyes in puzzlement.

"Meow……"

He Jing stroked his heart, and picked up the cat in shock.

"Little Qiao, you scared me to death!"

As soon as he said this, he threw away the cat in his hand as if he had been scalded.

"Meow!!!"

The flower cat landed on the ground, turned around and barked at him dissatisfied.

"It's not yet dawn, what are you doing yelling?"

He Jing was startled, and looked up to see Han Zhao coming over at some point.

Seeing the cat smoking with anger, Han Zhao bent down and picked it up.

He Jing looked at him as if he had seen a ghost: "The cat's name is Xiao Qiao?"

Han Zhao frowned slightly: "Didn't I say it earlier?"

"why?"

"what why?"

"Why is it called Xiao Qiao?" He Jing suppressed his throat and clenched his fists unconsciously.

Han Zhao stroked the fur on the cat's back, and replied casually, "I picked it up by the small bridge."

He Jing didn't speak, just looked at the cat.

Sensing his unusual anger, Han Zhao looked at the cat and then at him, and when he glanced at the computer, he gave a clear "oh".

"Are you disturbed by it?" Han Zhao held the cat in one hand, and stroked He Jing's hair with the other, "No wonder you're angry."

Pushing He Jing to sit on the chair with one hand, Han Zhao restarted the machine, clicked the mouse, and found a folder.

"Don't search the Internet, the GVs are all here, just choose what you like to watch."

After speaking, he brought He Jing a box of tissues, and went to the bedroom with the cat in his arms.

When the door slammed, He Jing took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

After closing the folder that Han Zhao opened, he found the previous file with the password.

1, 9, 8.

After entering the three numbers, He Jing counted the year with five fingers, and then typed in Lin Qiao's birthday word by word.

The author has something to say: What Han Zha said to his mother is: "I'll get it tomorrow...not him...I'll talk to you tomorrow."