Wang Ya was strong and dragged Song Anmin along the way to walk faster!
Song Anmin suddenly had a very inappropriate thought.
He can participate in track and field events.
Wang Ya can sign up for brisk walking.
Goodness, they'll each get a gold medal later.
Wang Ya's anger burned ever brighter, and she felt like she was spewing thorns all over her body. This time, she wasn't sad at all; she was just angry! Purely angry!
Suddenly, Song Anmin's voice came from beside me.
"Um... Wang Ya, we just finished eating. Walking too fast will upset our stomachs."
After saying that, Wang Ya stopped in her tracks.
The two were still holding hands.
Song Anmin was secretly delighted, but on the surface he looked worried, "Wang Ya, are you alright?"
Wang Ya released Song Anmin and said with a straight face, "That was my dad just now. He just insists that I was born to my mom and another man."
Song Anmin put his hands behind his back and frowned. "Are you still going home?"
Wang Ya: "Go back? I'm not going back. Nobody in that house would welcome me back."
Song Anmin frowned slightly. "So you've been staying at the police station lately? Why don't you rent a place nearby, close to the police station?"
Wang Ya lowered her eyes and said, "We'll talk about it later."
Looking at Wang Ya's expression, Song Anmin felt a mix of emotions, and he frowned.
"It's nothing... Anyway, you already yelled back, so don't take it."
Wang Ya couldn't help but laugh, "You're the first person to comfort me like this."
Previously, Wang Ya's relatives would tell her that this was not her father's fault, but rather that her mother had not given birth to her like him, that her mother had liked to dance when she was young, and that she herself was not good enough to be born like her father.
Song Anmin shrugged: "What else? You did nothing wrong. What kind of hero are you, a grown man, bullying a little girl?"
Wang Ya nodded seriously, "He really wasn't a good man. He just shook himself a couple of times and I was born. What use was he?"
So even when Wang Chang yelled at her, Wang Ya only felt angry and upset, with very little sadness.
Song Anmin: "...No, that's too crude of you."
Wang Ya: "Your acceptance level is too low. I see a lot more of the world every day while handling cases."
Song Anmin: "..."
Wang Ya has recovered. "Let's go back."
The two walked side by side. Song Anmin glanced at Wang Ya's expressionless face and coughed lightly.
Wang Ya frowned and glanced at him.
It's September now, and the air at night is still hot. Song Anmin feels hot, and his ears are even red from the heat.
He coughed again.
Wang Ya frowned even more deeply.
"You have a cold?"
Song Anmin: "...No."
Wang Ya: "Then be normal."
Song Anmin pursed his lips. "Wang Ya, there's something I want to tell you."
Wang Ya looked at him and said, "Let it go."
Song Anmin licked his lips, feeling his mouth dry and wanting to cough again.
He took a deep breath, "I...I...I..."
Wang Ya added, her tone very relaxed, "You like me, right?"
In a flash.
Song Anmin's eyes visibly reddened. He stared at Wang Ya, seemingly unaware of why she had said those words.
Wang Ya blinked and took another step toward Song Anmin.
"Say something."
Song Anmin was just organizing his thoughts.
Wang Ya said, "Anyway, I know even if you don't say it, so you don't need to be shy."
Song Anmin started working on his toes, mentally preparing himself again, and said, "Since you already know, then I'll just say it directly."
Song Anmin's eyes became serious.
Wang Ya's nonchalant expression froze, but the tension beneath was almost bursting out. She coughed lightly, "Go ahead and say it."
Song Anmin: "Wang Ya, I like you. Let's be a couple."
It's easy to think about, but hard to do.
Only God knows how many times Song Anmin prepared for this day, but each time he was about to speak, he couldn't find a suitable opportunity.
Never mind, it's today!
Wang Ya nodded and took Song Anmin's hand directly, "Sure."
Song Anmin froze on the spot, staring blankly at her. "Huh?"
Wang Ya's smile deepened. "Didn't you ask me that?"
Seeing her smile, Song Anmin smiled too. "Oh, I just didn't react for a moment. Let me tell you about my family situation. As you know, I was separated from my parents. I work in a factory now. Do you know how much my salary is? I'm still in college and currently living in my uncle's house."
"By the way, I bought a house, it's quite big. I borrowed money from my uncle to buy it, but you don't have to worry about that. I'm paying my uncle back every month. You haven't seen the house yet, I'll take you to see it next time."
Wang Ya nodded. "So fast!"
Song Anmin's expression turned serious. "How is it fast? We've known each other for so long!"
Wang Ya nodded to Song Anmin, "Then let me tell you about my family. My dad used to be a railway worker, but he's retired now. My mom is a housewife. They both live with my grandparents. Oh, and I'm not an only child. They also have a son. I'm not of much use to them."
"They're no use to me either."
"Let me make this clear first. Even if we get married in the future, they won't help us. Of course, I don't need them, and I don't want to shamelessly fawn over them. Anyway, I've made myself clear, so you can think about it yourself."
Song Anmin laughed: "What are you thinking about? I'm the same way. I won't be able to go home in the future, and my parents won't help me. If I have children in the future, maybe they'll help me take care of the kids temporarily because we live nearby, but who knows? Anyway, my parents have already separated me from the family, so I'll accept whether they help me or not."
The tension on Wang Ya's face faded.
She smiled and patted Song Anmin on the shoulder, "That's fine then. Please guide me in the future. We're brothers in misfortune."
Song Anmin's lips stretched almost to the back of his head in a wide grin, and he couldn't help but hug Wang Ya.
Song Anmin asked her, "Do you need to rent another place? I can help you look at apartments after class."
Wang Ya frowned and thought for a moment, "That's fine, but it has to be close to the police station."
"Alright, I'll take care of it."
The two walked hand in hand toward the police station.
The stars overhead were bright. Song Anmin glanced at them and realized that it wasn't raining today; even the heavens were creating opportunities for him.
Wang Ya: "What are you grinning about?"
Song Anmin chuckled, "It's nothing, it just feels like it wasn't easy."
Wang Ya said in a serious tone: "It's not easy, you're almost thirty."
Song Anmin's eyes widened. "You think I'm too old?"
Wang Ya: "No, I was just making an objective statement. I'm only twenty-three."
Song Anmin is twenty-nine years old this year.
Instead, Wang Ya comforted him, saying, "He's only six years old, don't be too nervous."
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