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Zhang Xiaojian fled once again.

This is not because he is innocent, but because he really has no experience of being chased by girls.

As the saying goes, men chase women across the mountain, and women chase men's gauze.

When looking at Wang Wan'er's luminous eyes at the dinner table, Zhang Xiaojian felt his heartbeat speed up for no apparent reason.

He knew exactly that it wasn't a feeling of heartbeat, but he was panicked. Although it wasn't a heartbeat, he didn't have any affection for a girl like Wang Wan'er. It was definitely a deception.

Fortunately, Wang Wan'er knew how to measure and didn't pursue it.

After returning home, he took a shower. Zhang Xiaojian rubbed his hair with a towel and walked to the window.

Sure enough, she was sitting on the mountain steps again with a whole bottle of XO on the ground.

Too lazy to change shoes, Zhang Xiaojian went straight to the stone steps in slippers, naturally sat beside her, and when he looked up, the star space was shining brightly tonight.

She handed the wine to Zhang Xiaojian: "Have a bath?"

"Uh, yes."

"well."

Zhang Xiaojian didn't understand: "What's great?"

She didn't answer, but imitated Zhang Xiaojian's look at the starry sky just now, and said, "Do you think that one day, human beings will definitely leave the earth and explore the vast universe?"

Zhang Xiaojian: "..."

"I don't care about the vast universe, I just found the stars today are extraordinarily bright."

She looked at Zhang Xiaojian's expression and asked, "Why the stars are so bright, but your expression seems uncomfortable."

Zhang Xiaojian answered truthfully: "Because it looks like a girl's eyes."

"The girl in your mouth likes you?"

"Maybe."

She said: "The eyes shine only when a girl likes you."

"Well, I should like it."

"Then do you like her?"

Zhang Xiaojian thought for a while after hearing this question: "If you like it, you must like a little bit. She is very good-looking and has a very direct personality. She is unconcealed and generous."

"That's not like it."

"Uh? Why?"

She smiled and said: "If you like this kind of thing, you just like it. No attachment is required. If you really like it, you will directly say that I like it, instead of saying good-looking, character, or such things."

"It sounds reasonable."

She smiled proudly and raised her mouth: "Is it."

So Zhang Xiaojian smirked and asked, "What about you, sitting here and drinking every day, do you have someone you like, or are you already married?"

After hearing this question, it was not only a coincidence, but also cooperation. In short, a cool breeze blew in the mountains.

She bowed her head, her long hair was loose, and said, "He is dead."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..."

Thinking of the scene of meeting here on the first day, she said the first words to herself.

"It's all dead, how can you still love?"

It turns out that this sentence is not just casual talk.

Lifting the wine bottle, she took a gulp and sip, the wind blown even louder, blowing her hair and hitting Zhang Xiaojian's face.

Zhang Xiaojian immediately changed the subject: "Today's stars are really bright."

"Can you not be so blunt?"

Zhang Xiaojian ignored: "Can you find your constellation?"

She looked up and handed the bottle to Zhang Xiaojian: "Drink."

"it is good."

So he drank again, parted ways again, and again without asking each other's names.

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Early the next morning, Zhang Xiaojian woke up.

After eating the breakfast carefully prepared by the second aunt, and bringing the lunch she prepared for Bai Yang and Gao Qingsong, Zhang Xiaojian set off and went straight to the hospital.

At the entrance of the hospital,

Zhang Xiaojian turned his head and saw a young man dressed in a hanfu, but with a very immature appearance and a tall waist.

"you are?"

The young man replied: "Under Zhuo Fei, the 38th generation of Wing Chun, hello, brother."

With that said, the table Fei with thick eyebrows and big eyes was actually a clasped fist.

Zhang Xiaojian was stunned, wondering if there are thirty-eight generation descendants... It seems that his imposter is going to be cracked down?

"No, brother, I am not your senior, you may have admitted the wrong person."

"Brother, are you called Zhang Xiaojian?"

"Yes."

"Then you are my brother."

Zhang Xiaojian raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then your name is Zhuo Fei?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you my junior?"

Zhuo Fei didn't froze, but a small inner character said: "By this."

Zhang Xiaojian's Yu Guang caught the strange gazes of the people around him: "...Go away and play."

Saying that he strode to the hospital.

"Brother, wait for me..."

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When he came to the door of Ward 616, Zhang Xiaojian looked at the young man who was following him all the way and asked, "No, your adult hasn't taught you, so don't recognize your relatives if it is okay?"

Zhuo Fei scratched his head and showed a naive attitude: "My adults have never taught this, but it doesn't matter, brother, you can teach me later."

Zhang Xiaojian's eyes widened and asked: "If you don't mention the bad thing about brother and brother, how do you know my name, why are you looking for me?"

Zhuo Fei clasped his fists again, then took out his phone, played the video, and faced Zhang Xiaojian.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at it calmly. This video was the scene of a fight in front of the school before. He really hadn't watched this segment. The himself in the video was really like a martial arts master.

"Excuse me, brother, is the person in this video you?"

"Yes."

"So you are my brother."

"Why?"

"By the way you use Wing Chun."

While speaking, Zhuo Fei asked in a low voice, "Brother, dare to ask who your teacher is? Maybe we still have a blood relationship."

"go away."

Zhang Xiaojian pushed away the forehead of Zhu Fei, righteously said: "I have been self-taught since childhood, so what kind of master is there."

"Senior brother is really a god and man, let me just say it, let me just say it, all of you are in the same class, how could I not know that brother, you are a master." Zhuo Fei smashed his palm with his fist excitedly.

Zhang Xiaojian: "..." He wondered if the boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes had just run out of the mental hospital.

Zhuo Fei said seriously: "Senior brother, do you know? It is through this video that I found the local police station. The Jiangcheng Wushu Association came forward and found it. The cloth shoes are almost worn out..."

Zhang Xiaojian waved his hand: "No, why are you looking for me, is there a martial arts association in Jiangcheng?"

Zhuo Fei nodded vigorously and said, "Brother, do you know Xu Daxia?"

"The one?"

Zhuo Fei frowned his thick eyebrows: "A boxer, in the previous three challenges, he has defeated our Jiangcheng Bagua Sect Master, Tanglang Quan Lao Yuan, and Yi Xing Quan Master Zhou Zitong, Jiang Cheng. The martial arts is in danger."

Zhang Xiaojian raised his eyebrows: "It's up to me?"