Faced with Su Yueya's question, Wu Zihao's panic had already exposed his true answer.

This time, Su Yueya did not laugh at him, but said lightly: "I asked you to sing it casually. You sang a song about love breakup. Or a song written by yourself?"

Wu Zihao nodded.

Su Yueya continued: "The flute your girlfriend gave you should be a pair, and there are pendants at the tail of the flute. The pendants should also be paired. But there are only traces of pendants tied to your flute, and there are no pairs of pendants. It doesn't look like the bumps on the boat."

Wu Zihao stopped talking.

Because Su Yueya is talking about the truth.

"You, how do you know so much..." Wu Zihao lowered his head and muttered.

"Is your girlfriend named Su Yueming?" Su Yueya casually wrote a word Ming on the beach with a dagger.

If Wu Zihao was sitting on the spring, he jumped up: "I'll go, you know this. Are you good at telling fortunes?!"

"The brain is a good thing, I hope you have it." Su Yueya rolled her eyes in anger, and turned her hand and wrote her name on the beach with a dagger. "Do you still remember what my name is? Do you know how to read? Do you understand?"

Wu Zihao looked confused and looked at it for a long time before he realized: "Oh! You two have names!"

"The brain is a good thing..." Su Yueya no longer knew how many times she said this. She was too lazy to say the last half of the sentence, "Unfortunately, your ex-girlfriend Su Yueming doesn't just look like my name."

"Then what else do you look like?" Wu Zihao stared at Su Yueya carefully for a long time, "It doesn't seem to look very similar."

Su Yueya finally couldn't help it, so she raised her hand and punched him: "Can you use your brain? You can tell by looking at the name that she is related to me. Blood! Unfortunately, I have the same father as her."

"Ah? Hum? What?!" Wu Zihao was stunned for a moment, "Oh oh, so you are her sister?"

Su Yueya sneered: "It's just a father with the same biological blood relationship. I just look at your familiar flute and ask casually. Don't worry."

"Sister, sister, you're halfway through this. Tell me what the hell is. "Why do you want to tell me what kind of story you have?" Wu Zihao became interested at this time, "I'm very nervous, tell me."

Su Yueya rolled her eyes and called him: "This broken island, even if you don't have a strong voice, who else can you tell me?"

Wu Zihao smiled and said, "Sister, you don't want Brother Zhao to know. Otherwise, you wouldn't have waited for Brother Zhao to fall asleep before telling me these things."

Su Yueya was speechless for a moment. He seemed to have really hit Su Yueya's thoughts.

After sighing softly, Su Yueya gently talked about this past with a crackling sound from the fire.

Although Su Yueya and Su Yueming know each other's existence, they are not familiar with each other in real life. They can count the number of times they have met with one hand.

Because Su Yueya's mother was the ex-wife of their father Su Xingqiang. Su Xingqiang was indeed from a music family. But he was not the eldest son, and he inherited the guqin that the old man was best at, but the flute that the old man could not bear to watch and taught him.

Su Yueya's mother and Su Xingqiang met during their school days. At that time, Su Xingqiang was not loved by the old man, and he could not get enough to learn the flute from his master, so he could only make a living by barely pursuing his family's income.

In fact, Su Yueya's mother is a good player in playing the piano. If she hadn't dropped out of school because of pregnancy, her teacher would have always said that she would have made a name for herself internationally. Until Su Yueya was young, she still remembered that some old men and women would often come to her home, looking at her mother with a kind face and said, "Xiao Jiang, come back when the child is grown. Now there are too many children to go to school. It's a pity for your talents."

But before Su Yueya grew up, she was waiting for Su Xingqiang's divorce agreement. His brother had a traffic accident. Now he was going back to inherit the family business and promote the traditions and career of the Su family. According to Su Xingqiang's words, Su Yueya's mother had not graduated from university, looked ordinary and had an ordinary family background. She had long forgotten her artistic cultivation and life pursuits for so many years, and became an ordinary yellow-faced woman. She was really not qualified to be the daughter-in-law of the Su family and the future teacher's wife of the Su family.

More importantly, she failed to give birth to a boy for the Su family. In this way, Su Xingqiang's weight as the heir was naturally weakened. "It's also difficult for me. Now many people oppose me going back to inherit. You can't drag me back anymore." This is what Su Xingqiang said to Su Yueya's mother in the last time.

Su Yueya's mother was a fate-seeking person. Just like when she was pregnant, she accepted her fate and dropped out of school. The burden of life suddenly hit her shoulders, and she never mentioned the matter of going back to school to play the piano. The only piano in the family was soon sold by her mother because of the lack of economic turnover.

And Su Yueya never touched any musical instruments again. In her heart, Su Xingqiang was dead.

But Su Xingqiang was still in a state of gloom. The news of his second marriage was soon spread from his mother's former teachers to the ears of their mother and daughter. The other party was a young lady with a good family background and a good family. The two families got along very harmoniously. Su Xingqiang also successfully inherited the industry left by his father and elder brother, and achieved higher "art achievements" and "fame within the circle."

Su Yueya's personality is getting worse and worse. Even when she learned that Su Xingqiang had another daughter in the second marriage, she felt a little secretly happy.

Since then, Su Yueya and Su Xingqiang have fewer and fewer contacts, let alone Su Yueming.

What Su Yueya didn't expect was that Su Xingqiang actually gave the flute to Su Yueming.

The flute was made by Su Xingqiang's master. When the divorce was made, Su Xingqiang insisted on taking the flute away. Su Yueya's mother begged many times and asked him to leave the flute to commemorate the child. Su Xingqiang did not nod and agreed.

But one of the pair of flutes now appeared in Wu Zihao's hands. Su Yueya didn't know whether it was sad or ridiculous.

"I, I didn't expect this to be so important to Xiao. But..." Wu Zihao became cautious when hearing the whole story. "But when Yueming broke up with me, Xiao left it for me as a souvenir, and the pendant must be taken away."

"Because, my mother beat the pendant." Su Yueya sneered, "Su Xingqiang's woman actually gave such a thing to her lover. She is so open-minded."

"You, don't say that. Yueming didn't know. She said that her father attached great importance to this pair of pendant and asked me to return it to her. But I think, I don't think she really wants to break up with me." Wu Zihao slowly stroked the flute in his hand, "She must have a hard time."
Chapter completed!