Chapter 897

In the car, Zhang Ya was a little shocked at Zhuang Ya's sudden joining, but didn't say anything directly.

"Hello." But Zhuang Ya said hello to Zhang Ya first.

"Hi." Zhang Ya nodded with a smile.

"By the way, what's your relationship with Yan Lecheng?" Nine son suddenly extremely gossip asked a mouth: "Friday saw you at the school gate there ah."

"No It doesn't matter. " There was something unnatural on Zhuangya's face: "friend." Are they friends? Zhuang Ya didn't know it.

"Oh." Xiangjiu'er replied without asking again.

The atmosphere in the car is a little strange.

Up to the bookstore on Huimin Road, we didn't say anything more.

"Here we are." Chang Ning stopped the car and said, "Miss, do you want me to go in with you?"

"No." "Just wait here," said ilanyou

"Yes." Chang congealed and left his head in the car.

After getting out of the car, Zhuangya could not help looking back at the car and approaching ilanyou and asked, "is that your bodyguard? How handsome. "

"No, she's my assistant." Yilanyou replied.

"Wow, assistant." Zhuang Ya not only whines, "you rich people are different, but also assistants."

Ilanyou just nodded his head and said nothing more.

"This way." Zhuang Ya leads the other three people into the shop: "Mr. Xu, I'll do some comic reading."

"Sister Zhuang ya, here you are." A girl wearing a cloth apron came out and said with a smile, "my uncle is in the inner room. Please wait a moment."

"OK." Zhuangya answered and wandered around his brother's shelf full of books, reaching for some comic books.

Ilanyou looks around the small bookstore, which can only be regarded as a small bookstore in terms of scale, with romance novels on the left, comics and science fiction on the right.

There is also a Book rental service. The price written by the black marker is posted on the wall. The novel is 10 yuan a week, and the comic book is 5 yuan a week.

The typeface is neat and square. It's very comfortable to watch.

"Zhuangya, here you are." A thick middle-aged man with a white face, a pair of black rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a simple smile on his face.

"Miss Xu." Zhuang Ya smiled and said, "how are you doing?"

"Very good." The middle-aged man's eyes turned away from Zhuangya and turned around yilanyou and others, and finally stopped on Zhang Ya: "you are Zhang Ya. "

"Yes." Zhang Ya nodded and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, but he didn't feel any impression.

"You and Zhuangya used to look a bit like each other. Now, after so many years, they still look like each other." Mr. Xu said with a smile.

"Mr. Xu, do you remember Zhang Ya?" Elanyou interposed.

"Remember." Mr. Xu smiled and nodded: "our orphanage is located in a remote place, and there are very few children who can be adopted by real rich families. Most things like Zhang Ya will be remembered. "

"Oh..." Ilan you nodded.

"Yes, we all envy Zhang Ya's good luck." Zhuangya put her hands in her pants pocket and stood a little ruffian.

"Sit first." The girl who said hello before walked by with a smile and said, "this place is a little small. Don't dislike it."

"Well, good." They nodded, "thank you."

"Mr. Xu, do you remember anything about Zhang Ya?" Asked ilanyou.

"I don't remember very much." Mr. Xu shook his head: "there was a fire in the orphanage before. At that time, in order to save the children, he sucked a lot of unclean things. Now his brain is getting more and more difficult to use, and his eyes are useless."

"I don't know who is so immoral, so angry." The girl tooted her mouth in displeasure.

"Xiaoya, go ahead and do something." Mr. Xu waved and said, "you can order the goods in the back again. If you don't have enough, you can replenish them in time."

"Yes." Xiaoya answered and went back to the back room.

"So Mr. Xu, I want to ask you, do you have any contact with other people in the orphanage?" Yilanyou asked, "someone who can know about Zhang Ya."

"I had contact earlier, but in these years, I couldn't find anyone who moved to another job, changed his mobile phone number, etc., but I still kept this bookstore and didn't know when I could last." Xu smiled and shook his head and said, "well, if Zhang Yazhen wants to know, just leave me a mobile number so that when someone comes to see my old bone, I will let him contact you."

"OK, thank you." Yilanyou said to put his business card in the past: "if you know the contact number, it's good."

"Yes." Xu took the card, nodded and looked at Zhang Ya. There was some complicated look in her eyes: "in fact, the orphanage was in recession, even if there was no fire, it would not last long."

"How much did you know about the orphanage?" Zhang Ya looked at teacher Xu and asked, "what happened in the orphanage."

"You want to ask about the bullying in the orphanage?" "It's no use knowing Mr. Xu," Zhuang Ya interposed

"Well, the situation in the orphanage was not so good at that time." Mr. Xu sighed: "there are many things that we can't do as we want. At that time, all children's psychology was extreme, especially that time..." Said that here Mr. Xu suddenly stopped: "that time..."

Yilanyou and others frowned slightly when they saw Miss Xu: "what was that time?"

"That time..." Xu's eyes were empty, and he reached out and rubbed his eyebrows and heart: "what happened that time?" Why can't he remember?

Mr. Xu felt that he had a pain in his head. It seemed that he could not remember anything. He just thought it was very important, but he could not remember it anyway.

It's a bad feeling.

"Miss Xu, don't worry, think slowly." Ilanyou looks at Miss Xu like this and feels a little pitiful: "it doesn't matter if you can't remember now. When do you think of when to call me?"

"Well, good." Mr. Xu sighed: "I'm old and useless."

"It's OK." Yi Lanyou looks at Zhang Ya, with some pity in his eyes. He thinks he can ask something. How can he feel like he's white now.

"Let's go back." Zhang Ya also knows the feeling that something can't be remembered.

It's really hard to remember. The closer you get to the truth, the more you will feel like a splitting headache. It's really not a good feeling.

"Yes." Ilan you nodded.

"Let's go. I'll stay and see the cartoon. Thank you for driving me here." Zhuangya smiled and waved her hand, but her eyes grew deeper.

I wish Miss Xu would never remember.

In this way, it's good for everyone.