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The four-month-old Duoduo can be said to be the worst period for golden retriever appearance. He has neither the cuteness and cuteness when he was a child, nor the warm and masculine temperament when he grew up. He would run to the bed in the bedroom, and after being discovered by Lin Yan, Duoduo would be taken to the living room for ideological education.

At this time, Lin Yan didn't care whether Duoduo understood or not, he asked directly: "Douduo, sit down! Why did you run to the bed without permission? You ran to bed? Next time if you don't obey, we will be dog meat hot pot!"

Song Mingze ate some fruit and listened to Lin Yan teaching him a lot. The golden retriever lowered his head and glanced up at Lin Yan, his eyes aggrieved.

Maybe the Golden Retriever has been with people for a long time and has learned to observe words and expressions. It does not necessarily understand what you are saying, but remembers the tone and volume of people when they speak.

Seeing that Duoduo had a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, Lin Yan felt that the education was almost done, and was about to let it go, when a few drops of saliva fell on the ground along the corner of the golden retriever's mouth.

It turned out that Duoduo found Song Mingze eating bananas while receiving education, Lin Yan laughed and cursed: "Food!" After speaking, he pretended to stretch his legs and kicked it, and Duoduo cooperated so well that he fell down.

The days went on like this day by day. There were two computers and one notebook in the study room. Lin Yan played games with Song Mingze after writing and saving the manuscript. The purpose of the two of them going out with a dog was either to eat or to walk the dog. Comfortable.

After staying in City Z for more than a month, one afternoon in mid-August, Song Mingze just turned on his phone, and a dozen messages popped up on the phone, all of which were text messages indicating that there was an incoming call when the phone was turned off without power.Song's mother called, and the rest were called by his elder brother Song Mingrui.

Why are you making so many phone calls?Song Mingze found it very strange that the two brothers seldom made phone calls when they grew up, and mainly sent WeChat. It can be said that it has never happened to make more than a dozen phone calls in a row.

The phone automatically connects to the WIFI in the house, and he opens QQ and WeChat, and WeChat prompts that there are two unread messages from his best friend Jiang Wenlei ""

【Mingze】

【Are you not in City W now? 】

Song Mingze didn't know why Jiang Wenlei asked such a question, so he put a question mark.

【Picture】Where are you?What's with this photo?

The picture Jiang Wenlei sent was a picture of him and Lin Yan walking their dog together. From the perspective of shooting, it was taken by a passerby. The watermark on it showed that it was Weibo...

Song Mingze stared at the photo intently, his mind went blank, and before he recovered, he received several new messages on WeChat.

【image】

【image】

……

Several consecutive photos were taken of him and Lin Yan.

In the few photos posted later, the focus of the snapshot mainly focused on the upper body of the two of them. They obviously did not make any intimate movements. Just from the eyes of the two when they looked at each other, people can imagine infinitely. Lin Yan looked at him His eyes were full of affection.

These snap shots can be said to be very clever.

Their photos were secretly photographed and posted on Weibo...

Song Mingze suddenly lost his ability to think. He stared at the screen of the phone, and the messages sent by Jiang Wenlei were still jumping out one by one:

【Let me tell you】

【This photo was seen by your brother】

【You also know your brother, if he knows, it means that uncles and aunts know too, right】

【Your brother sent me these photos just now】

【Ask me where you are when you come up, how do I know where you are...】

【Hey】

【No, Mingze, where are you? 】

Song Mingze tried his best to calm himself down. He wanted to type with shaking hands, but he didn't know what to say, so he typed the word "I", and Song Mingrui's call notification jumped out.

The phone fell to the ground with a "slap", and the screen with the protective case was intact. Song Mingze didn't pick it up after the phone's ringtone repeated several times. His mind was in a mess at the moment.He could imagine Song Mingrui holding the phone at the moment, angry and stern.

"Why didn't you answer the phone?" Lin Yan asked.He was sitting in the study room writing a manuscript, the door of the study room was not closed, the constant ringing Wechat notification tone had already made him curious, the phone rang several times, but Song Mingze didn't answer it.He knew that Song Mingze usually used QQ the most, and seldom used WeChat. WeChat only added his family and buddies, and the number of friends could be counted with two hands.

Lin Yan stood at the door of the study for a while, Song Mingze who was sitting on the sofa did not respond, and sat motionless like a sculpture.

The phone rang again, and Lin Yan realized that Song Mingze's phone had dropped to the ground, vibrating continuously under the coffee table.

Facing the repeated ringtones, Song Mingze was still indifferent. Lin Yan quickly walked to Song Mingze and picked up the mobile phone on the ground. He read the message in the call note: "Song Mingrui," he glanced at the silent Song Mingze, and then asked Said: "This is your brother calling? Why don't you answer it?"

With his hands on his lap clenched into fists, Song Mingze said in a low voice, "Yes." He only said one word, but his voice was extremely hoarse.

"What's wrong with you? What happened..."

Song Mingze interrupted: "My brother, I know about us...I, I haven't figured out how to tell him." He smiled wryly, and said, "My parents... also know."