Shihua is too familiar with the interface of the live broadcast app, and often goes to other anchors' rooms to hang out when he is not broadcasting, and knows at a glance that Zhang Zian was watching the live broadcast before and has not had time to quit.

"Are you watching live?" she asked knowingly.

"Oh, this, Xiaoxue had a live broadcast before, and it seems that her fans provided clues to the sighting of the cat god statue, so I listened to it on the way back just now...... I just listened, didn't look, didn't violate traffic rules!" Zhang Zi'an responded casually, quit the app without a trace, and then asked in a changed tone: "Do you know about the cat god statue? I didn't say it?"

He changed the topic a little deliberately, and Shihua glared at him suspiciously, "I've heard a little, Fina has been sleeping during the day lately, and it is said that it is just to be more vigilant at night...... But it doesn't seem to have anything to do with me. ”

"Hehe, do you think that the cat god statue won't sleep during the day before it is lost?" Zhang Zi'an smiled, and quickly looked back to see if there was a golden cat squatting behind him—fortunately.

He switched his phone to contacts, found Weikang's number, and wanted to dial it himself, but Shihua eagerly stretched out his hand and said, "Let me dial!"

"You can dial it, but I'll tell you when you connect. Zhang Zi'an advised.

He didn't want to go to great lengths to explain to Professor Wei Kang why a girl used his mobile phone to make a call, in case Wei Kang had a misunderstanding, it would be bad - you know, middle-aged and elderly people around 50 years old like Professor Wei Kang often like to introduce young people, as a professor, you should know a lot of young female college students, right?

Speaking of which, he still had some expectations for the trip to Egypt, if only there were beautiful young girls with long breasts and thighs in the expedition team...... When he encounters danger, he can heroically save the United States, leaving a short and beautiful memory......

Shihua didn't know that his thoughts were so complicated at this time, she took his mobile phone, her fingers swiped on the screen, and she didn't pull it to the end after several strokes, and immediately said enviously: "Wow!

In contrast, Zhang Zi'an is the only one in her mobile phone contacts.

"Most of them were customers, politely added in, but never hit. Zhang Zi'an shrugged, "The person you are looking for is Professor Wei Kang, you are looking for ...... from it"

"I know, don't look down on me!" Shihua wrinkled his nose and glared at him fiercely.

Flipping through it, her finger stopped on a contact.

This contact's name is only one word, not a name to be exact, but a pronoun - "Mom".

When she saw this word, Shihua's heart suddenly felt a little sour, she knew that Zhang Zi'an's parents had died in an accident, and she had never seen her parents since she was born, and she was as unrelated in the world as he was.

The connection on this page is M, and if you want to find it, you should continue to look for it, but her finger turned the page up again, and unsurprisingly found the word "Dad" in B.

Is it because he doesn't have the habit of organizing his phone book regularly, and he still keeps numbers that he can never contact again, making his contact list longer and longer? Or does the longer and longer contact list give him the psychological satisfaction of feeling like a social expert?

Zhang Zi'an and Shihua were face to face, and the mobile phone screen was facing Shihua, he couldn't see what she was doing, thinking that she hadn't found Weikang's name yet, so he urged: "Did you find it? ”

Shihua is a doer, the so-called doer is to act first and then think, or not to think, and the contempt from Zhang Zi'an makes her very angry.

So, she clicked on the word "dad" almost without thinking.

【Dialing ......】

Shihua waited for a moment, in her expectation, this phone call would definitely not get through, she just wanted to skin it, it would make her very happy, unexpectedly, a few seconds later, there was a very old-fashioned music from the direction of the other bedroom, filled with the most dazzling national beat.

She and Zhang Zi'an looked sideways at the same time in the direction where the voice came from.

Zhang Zi'an didn't react at first, and instinctively stepped forward to see who was calling, and his father's group of acquaintances occasionally dialed this call within a month or two after his father's death - most of them were wrong, and after connecting, they were anxious to ask for warmth or mourn their father, but after a month or two, the bell rarely rang again, and even if there were, it was nothing more than advertising.

He had just taken two steps and noticed that something was wrong, why did it ring at this time?

Before he could come to his senses, the bell stopped.

He hesitated to glance over to see who was calling, and then another, still old-fashioned, but different music, sounded from the same direction.

His mother didn't know many people, and the business of the pet store was usually contacted by his father, and even when she was alive, there were few phone calls, usually the neighbors invited her to play cards, square dance or gossip, and the phone almost never rang after her death.

One ringtone may be a coincidence, and two coincidences are certainly not coincidences.

He should have figured it out, but the ringing that he hadn't heard for a long time made him a little trance-like, and even his heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, and he habitually opened his mouth and wanted to shout downstairs: "Mom!

When the words came to his lips, he returned to reality, and slowly closed his mouth, no longer need to shout.

There are not many people who have both the phone numbers of their parents at the same time, and there is no one who will call them in turn after such a long time.

He finally understood, turned to stare at Shihua and scolded: "Are you on the phone? If you don't do business, who told you to call blindly?"

No matter how much Shihua tossed before, he smiled and said a few words to her with a straight face, and he was not really angry—although he had reason to be angry then;

If Fina scolded her like this, Zhang Zi'an, the stingy ghost she had always looked down on, actually used this attitude to talk to her, in the past, she would definitely stare at him without outdoing it, and then make a loud noise, but today she hung her head uncharacteristically and said, "Yes...... Sorry ......"

Zhang Zi'an wanted to continue to scold her, but she didn't expect her to apologize so simply by admitting her mistakes, but instead made his next words all hold in his stomach, and he wasn't sure whether he should be strict with education or forgive her now.

Shihua raised his head slightly, his eyes as blue as the sea were extremely bright, pointed in the direction of the master bedroom and asked in a low voice, "You...... You've been topping them up?"