"By the way, Ziyi, do you know where Zixiao usually keeps his photos?"
"Photos? What photos do you mean?" Lu Ziyi asked, "Photos of our family or someone else's?"
"That's it..." Lin Ze touched his nose and whispered, "It's him and that Tang Lin..."
Lu Ziyi thought about it carefully and said, "Let me think... they seemed to have gone out together a few times last year, but I don't remember my brother ever bringing back any photos of them."
"Really?" Lin Ze looked at him, "Or you can tell me where the photos are, and I'll find them myself."
Lu Ziyi took him to where the photos were stored and was a little puzzled: "Why are you so concerned about Tang Lin's affairs? You are very familiar with him?"
"Fuck him, who cares about him?" Lin Ze cursed softly and rummaged through one photo album after another.
"Hey? Wait a minute, Lin Ze, take a look at this one." Lu Ziyi suddenly touched him. "Does this photo look like it was folded and put in there?"
That was the last page of the album. On the left was the folded photo that Lu Ziyi mentioned, with only Lu Zixiao's own part exposed, while on the right was a solo photo of Lin Ze.
When placed like this, it looks like a photo of the two of them.
Lin Ze pulled out the folded photo and unfolded it. It was indeed Tang Lin on the back, but his face was mischievously covered with paper, as if someone didn't want to see it at all.
At this moment, he suddenly felt relieved. What if Lu Zixiao didn't know his love?
At least he knew that this person cared about him and truly regarded him as a good friend and brother, and that he could always be by his side, and that was enough.
Lin Ze stuffed the photos back intact, then put all the albums back in place, and said to Lu Ziyi with a smile: "I'm going to bed, you should go to bed early too. If you want to stay overnight, you have to go to the Internet cafe, not at home."
Lu Ziyi grabbed the pillow and threw it at him, scolding him with a smile: "Go to sleep, you lunatic!"
When Lu Zixiao opened his eyes the next morning, he was surprised to find that he had recovered so much.
I don’t know if it’s because the effect of the medicine is too significant, or because Xiaobao’s good luck is too strong, but in any case, he no longer has headaches or dizziness, and the discomfort in his throat has also eased a lot. The only thing is that he still has a little nasal congestion, but it doesn’t affect anything.
However, behind great joy there is always great sorrow. As various memories gradually came back, Lu Zixiao curled up like a shrimp in the quilt with a red face.
In fact, most memories are rather vague, but embarrassing memories are exceptionally clear.
Refusing to take medicine, acting like a spoiled child, Xiao Linzi, having an affair, SM...
Lu Zixiao feels like dying now.
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