Chapter 1735

Seeing the news from yilanyou, Zhang Ya was shocked.

Wang Hongfei and Xiang jiuer??

What else?

She remembered that Wang Hongfei had been with Feng leisurely before

Feng leisurely follows Xiang jiuer

Are these two different from each other?

So

Wang Hongfei's standard of mate selection is really a mystery After chatting with yilanyou for a while, Zhang Ya said goodbye to yilanyou. He searched the [pt1-7] data on the web page and forum and found that there was no gain. Zhang Ya wrote down [pt1-7] in the small notebook where he kept a record, and then marked the time to go to the library in the agenda book

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"Almost." Zhang Ya took a look at the time to simply clean up the desk and went to take a bath. Then she took a book that she had not read before and sat on the bed, covering the quilt on her leg and began to read with the floor lamp beside the bed.

At this time, Zhang Ya's cell phone rings.

After unplugging the charging connector, Zhang Yacai picked up the mobile phone and connected: "ako? Yes? Not sleeping yet? "

"What time is it?" Wan Xingke said, "I'm going back to Kyoto on holiday. Pay attention to Z city. If there's anything wrong, please contact my brother immediately."

"Don't worry." Zhang Ya said with a smile, "help me to speak to the master of thousands."

"Yes." Wanxingke nodded and thought of something and said, "if I saw you didn't go home, Grandpa would be very disappointed."

“……” Zhang Ya's chest is tight. I don't know what to say for a moment.

Since she had a relationship with Wan Xinghao, she didn't know how to look directly at the master.

Wanjiazhu really loves her and treats her very well. She knew all this, but she did something like that In addition to knowing that it is wrong to involve ethics, she feels very sorry to all masters.

Don't want to get tangled up on this issue, Zhang Ya shifted the topic: "right."

Zhang Ya tells Wan Xingke what ilanyou told her.

"No?" Wanxingke's heart suddenly thumped: "Wang Hongfei? Are you talking about my former deskmate Wang Hongfei? He and jiu'er? "

"Yes." Zhang Ya nodded and said, "but I heard youyou saying that it's just a confession. I don't know if jiuer agrees with me."

"This, this way." Wanxingke answered casually, lowered her head and didn't answer.

After a few more conversations, Wan Xingke hung up.

There was something uncomfortable in her heart. Wan Xingke put her hand in the heart. The feeling here was very complicated.

"Who he likes is his business, and what does it have to do with me." After mumbling, Wan Xingke stretched out her hands and patted her cheeks: "wake up!"

After recovering, Wan Xingke took a deep breath: "I don't have time to think about this. I have to explain it to my brother."

She knows that Wan Xinghao's feelings towards Zhang Ya are complex, but now that they are done, many things are impossible.

When she came to wanxinghao's house, she heard wanxinghao practicing speaking.

It's not clear what each word is biting.

"I - get - mud..." Wan Xinghao said it over and over again, his hoarse voice with Qi sound.

Wan Xingke stood at the door but did not have the courage to go in.

She knew how sore Wan Xinghao's throat was when she practiced over and over again. She also knew that Wan Xinghao was practicing for Zhang Ya.

It's impossible, isn't it?

What else do you practice this for?

I love you. What if I said it?

It's possible, it's impossible, it's impossible, isn't it?

As a sister, she really doesn't want Wan Xinghao to indulge in it. As a bystander, she can't say anything like that.

How difficult is it between them.

Wanxingke knows better than anyone.

"I......" Wan Xinghao coughs hard when he has a sore throat.

"Brother." Wan Xingke then pushed the door in: "are you ok?"

“……” Wan Xinghao waved his hand and took up the water cup beside him and drank it with his head up.

There is a pain in the throat and a faint smell of blood lingering in the mouth.

His vocal cords have improved a lot, and simple syllables can be delivered, but they are not fluent.

Zhang Ya's prescription is very effective for him, but the effect is relatively slow.

"You don't have a good voice. Don't try to be brave." Wan Xingke said, "it's a long time, don't you have to force yourself like this?"

“……” Wan Xinghao shakes his head to show that it's nothing. He puts down the water cup and says, "Why are you here? what's the matter? ]

"I'm going back to Kyoto on May Day holiday. How do you do to protect my little aunt?" Wan Xingke deliberately mentioned Zhang Ya's identity.

Nodded, Wan Xinghao's face had no mood.

"Brother." Wan Xingke looked at Wan Xinghao and said, "you..." After taking a deep breath, Wan Xingke said, "don't you..." I opened my mouth, but I couldn't say what I said.

Close her mouth, Wan Xingke turns around and walks. When she comes to the door, she stops and leaves a sentence: "elder brother, there is a dead road in front of her, a cliff of ten thousand feet. Look back. " And left.

“……” Wan Xinghao smiled bitterly. How could he not know?

But he has not turned back.

Even though he knew it would be a disaster to move forward, he could not turn his head back.

Although after returning to Z City from Kyoto, Zhang Ya seems to hide from him intentionally or unintentionally. But he didn't mind. Every week she would check him out. He liked how she felt when she was close to him.

He could see herself reflected in her pupils, he could smell the fragrance on her, he could think of their night.

Every time Zhang Ya asked him to try to make a voice, he just opened his mouth and didn't make any sound. At best, it was just a simple syllable like [eh, ah].

[strange, shouldn't be]

Zhang Ya can't think through it all the time. According to reason, Wan Xinghao should be able to say some simple words.

But wan Xinghao knows that it's not that he can't say it, but that he doesn't want to say it.

He hoped that the first sentence he said would not be simple. ]But what he wanted to tell her personally - I love you.

Only this, it's his obsession.

It sounds strange to practice over and over again.

Wan Xinghao didn't know how many times he had practiced.

Three simple words, for him, are so difficult.

But he believed that as long as he took the medicine well and cooperated with the treatment obediently, he would say those three words.

"I-a-ni..."

On the afternoon of April 28, Wan Xingke sat in the back seat of the car and chatted with Zhang Ya. Soon after arriving at the airport, Wan Xingke waved and said, "you don't need to send me. Go back. I'll go through the security check after I register. You can go first. If you get to the rush hour, you'll be stuck again."

"All right." Zhang Ya nodded and said, "then you should pay attention to safety."

"Don't worry." Wan Xingke waved and gave Wan Xinghao a look. After that, Wan Xingke turned around and left.

"Let's go." After wanxingke's figure disappeared around the corner, Zhang Yacai took back his eyes and said, "I want to check it for you again today. I hope you can make a normal voice today."

Wan Xinghao nodded his head and watched Zhang Ya walk in front of him, with his mouth slightly raised.

I love you.

He believed that the day when he himself said this to her would not be too far away. On the other side, Wan Xingke got on the plane and went straight to Kyoto. He went back to ten thousand homes. As soon as he entered ten thousand homes, Wan Xingke found that the guests were coming.