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Su Shen usually doesn't like to talk much.

Grandma Su was originally a person who didn't like to talk too much, but she couldn't help getting old and lonely for a long time, so she always talked more.Because of Song Hailin's eloquent talk, Grandma Su was also very energetic, she talked a lot, and when she felt tired, she realized that the hour hand had already passed nine.

Su Shen turned on a small desk lamp beside the bed, and was reading an old book.

The cover of the book was sealed by myself. It was thick and hard kraft paper, and on it was written in strong characters with a pen, "Biography of Shanghai Flowers".

This font should have been practiced.

Song Hailin managed to practice hard-tipped pen calligraphy for a few days when he was a child. It is too much to say, but this character is much more beautiful than his teacher back then.If his teacher could write such a handwriting back then, it is estimated that he would not be able to learn half of it and then feel bored and give up.

Su Shen closed the book and said, "Why don't you turn it back, we don't have any extra rooms."

"Why are you so unfriendly?" Song Hailin sat on the edge of the bed, "Do you understand what it means to send charcoal in the middle of nowhere, you."

"I don't understand." Su Shen said sincerely.

"Believe it or not, I'll call grandma out right now, and turn her face over?"

"We don't have a ladder in our house, and a bucket of water has just been sprinkled on the land, so it's full of mud." Su Shen raised his eyelids, "You can't get over it."

"Then listen to what you mean, I can't live in your house, I can't walk... I won't be given a way to survive?" Song Hailin smiled resolutely.

"I didn't say I wouldn't let you live." After finishing speaking, Su Shen walked around to the closet, opened it and looked through it, but couldn't find the quilt.

He looked up at the top, hesitated for a while, and said to Song Hailin, "There should be a quilt in the cabinet above, can you take it yourself?"

"Which cabinet?" Song Hailin stepped on the edge of the bed, just within reach by raising his hand.

"The middle."

Su Shen directed him to take the quilt outside, and when he looked up slightly, the green toad on Song Hailin's body became more conspicuous.

After taking off the quilt, Su Shen didn't shirk, and left all the follow-up tidying up to Song Hailin himself. He moved to the bed, rolled up his trouser legs and said to Song Hailin who was busy making the bed, "You can go to bed first after tidying up."

Song Hailin probably didn't hear what he said clearly, he responded indiscriminately, and with a wave of his hand, the quilt that was originally rolled up flattened in the air, and then fell back on the bed, wrinkled into a ball again.Song Hailin scratched his head and couldn't understand, is it so difficult to make a bed?

He tossed back and forth several times before he was finally done.

Looking up again, I found that Su Shen was frowning and massaging his calf.

The big lamp on the roof was not too bright, and the small lamp by the bed was shining from the side of his face at the moment, which seemed much brighter than the big lamp.Su Shen lowered his head halfway, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, the movements under his hands looked very skillful, his eyes were not fixed on his legs, Song Hailin took a closer look, he had a book spread out on the bed, and was multitasking with.

Song Hailin watched him there for a while.

Su Shenlin didn't stop until he was turning the pages of the book. Seeing Song Hailin tidy up, he said to him, "Just turn off the lights and go to bed first."

Song Hailin didn't move, just stared at him.

Su Shen put down the trouser legs, closed the book calmly, and smiled softly, "What do you want to say?"

Song Hailin shook his head.

"You want to ask me what's wrong with my leg." Su Shen said affirmatively.

Song Hailin didn't move or speak.

He sighed, and continued: "The car accident—hey, you should know about it, the speed of information transmission in our village..." Su Shen chuckled twice, "I injured the spine, and the muscles below the knees were paralyzed. "

"..." Song Hailin hesitated for a moment, then said, "It should be curable."

Su Shen thought it was funny that he was acting like this, but after knowing him for so long, she also knew that he couldn't help being funny, so she put aside her thoughts of pretending to be pitiful and mischievous.However, he likes to joking and invigorating the atmosphere in this weird atmosphere, and he said directly, "If you go on like this, you will fail in comprehensive reasoning. Biology is so clear. There is definitely no way to treat the spinal cord. .”

"Rehabilitation..." Song Hailin didn't understand this, but he could vaguely know something about it from the perspective of passers-by, so he could only mention it.

"It's useless, it's useless to me." Su Shen said.

One is that he missed the opportunity, and the other is that for him, there is no condition to recover.

Now, although he is bad and good, but in this special situation, he is still the strongest worker in the family who can take care of things. If he is also reduced to a role that needs to be taken care of, then who can support it?

Although he said it over and over again, others would definitely not believe it. Su Shen really accepted his current situation completely.

I didn't feel that there was anything wrong with me, and I didn't feel that I was unlucky.

Although there are some signs of reluctance in my heart, but in this world, who is not so young and sharp?

It's hard to say what will happen in the future, especially when the context of the car accident is gradually becoming clear, Su Shen really can't say what will happen in the future, but in those days before, he really lived proudly.complete self-identity.

"Actually, I massage every day. I don't expect to be able to walk," Su Shen said. "At least I know something about it. How can I be so stupid as to think that it can be cured... Actually, my thinking is quite simple. , just because I'm afraid it won't look good."

"Huh?" Song Hailin blinked, "Then your thinking is quite simple."

"I didn't know it when I was a child, but I read a book by chance later, you know "Moving to Human Shape", right?"

Song Hailin shook his head.

"It's just... "Movement Transformation"." Su Shen didn't know how to explain it specifically, "The protagonist in the book is handsome, but he has a pair of sticky legs, which looks very unsuitable. At that time, I thought , If the calf muscles are atrophied, it will look so bad, wouldn’t I be useless if I look so good-looking.”

Song Hailin sincerely ignored Su Shen's words that originally intended to activate the atmosphere, and asked, "Moving into a human form... What are the words? What do you think, it's called this name?"

Su Shen saw that Song Hailin had started his old problem again, and accused others of being famous, and said, "It's just that activities change human form... Forget it, I'll find the book for you."

He went to the bookshelf and rummaged, but after rummaging for a long time, there was a lot of dust, so he couldn't find it.

"Just tell me how to write it." Song Hailin shouted.

But Su Shen's stubbornness came up, and he had to find the book.After flipping through for about ten minutes, I finally pulled out a book that was also wrapped in a cover from the bottom.

He patted the soil above, and said while paddling back: "I don't like reading this type of book very much, it's pushed to the bottom."

Song Hailin took it and looked at it. It was the same as the cover of the book just now, and the font on it was also the same.

"It's just these few words." Su Shen was satisfied after finding out the book.

"Then you can just write it down for me. You have to rummage for so long." Song Hailin muttered to himself, "You don't like to read this kind of book, so what do you like to read?"

"Narrow evil novels." Su Shen put on an inscrutable face.

Song Hailin stopped turning the pages of the book, and laughed helplessly, "It's okay, my god, don't use words that I don't understand to slap my IQ anymore, I was crushed by you in the first place, This is what you call..."

"It's a novel that advocates excellent themes." Su Shen said.

"Hanging book bag." Song Hailin finally figured out what the word was called, and followed what he said earlier.

Su Shen narrowed her eyes and smiled, "This word is required for the college entrance examination, can you write it? Which one will be dropped?"

"That's right, the one who beat my IQ." Song Hailin said uncertainly while acknowledging that he had to mention it.

"Drop the book bag, the one that falls down." Su Shen corrected him with a complacent expression.

Song Hailin wished nothing had happened just now, so he quickly changed the subject with a dry laugh, "I can't see that you like reading such novels, haha."

He suddenly remembered the book that Su Shen was holding on the first day of transfer.

Thinking of this, he naturally thought of the annotation he made in the chapter "Ancient Male Sex", and Song Hailin suddenly wanted to ask him.It's not good to ask directly, you can't just say "I peeked at your comment on the first day I transferred to another school, so I want to ask what your comment really means", right?But I really can't find any Huatou that can make the topic go smoothly...

Song Hailin had an idea, isn't he holding a book under his hand, there must be Su Shen's annotations in it, and when the time comes, it will not be so abrupt to follow the annotations.

Thinking so, he turned to the first page.

Before he had time to scroll down, the photos at the beginning took up his retina brightly.

The two men in that photo are very young, standing upright, one of them has his hands behind his back, and the other puts his hands in his pockets casually. In the background is a jujube tree with luxuriant branches.

It doesn't look like the Song family's yard, but it looks like Su Shen and his family's yard.

Song Hailin was distracted staring at the photo.

Su Shen stretched her neck to take a look, and said, "This is a photo of my father when he was young."

Then he pointed to the name written in pen on the inside page of the book, "The old books in my family are all left by my father, and the covers are all made by him."

Song Hailin glanced at the three words "Su Jinglin" written on the inside page.

He fixed his eyes on the photo again.

Su Shen's father should be the one on the left with his hands in his pockets and a gentle smile, he doesn't look like Su Shen.

But he was still sure that that person must be "Editor-in-Chief Su Jinglin Su", because the one on the right with his hands behind his back pretending to be serious, even though his wrinkles were a little less, even if he was still a little boyish, he was clearly his father Song when he was young. No doubt.

"Hey." Su Shen patted him on the shoulder, "What's wrong with you."

Only then did he come to his senses, subconsciously pointing at the word "Su Jinglin" to pretend to be a cover-up, "Look at your father's handwriting, it's so good, how can you write it in a primary school student's handwriting?"

Su Shen said: "I am neat and tidy, it is convenient to write manuscripts for magazines."

Song Hailin didn't listen to Su Shen's answer at all, his mind was full of, "Fuck, they know each other, fuck, they know each other."

Moreover, in their time, photography was not popular, and this photo turned out to be a color photo, so the two must have a close relationship.

In fact, the two families were neighbors to begin with, so it's not surprising that they knew each other.

The two are neighbors, and it seems that they are about the same age, so it is not surprising that they are friends.

Oddly enough, he didn't know.

Seeing this, Su Shen didn't know either.

Why didn't the elders in the family mention it?This is wrong.

Song Hailin originally thought that the clues in Luan Jingnian's book pointed to the conflict between his father and editor-in-chief Su. He even thought for a moment that the car accident had something to do with his father, so he didn't dare to face Su Shen.

But from this point of view... He suddenly had a bold idea.

Maybe, he was suspicious before, maybe what Luan Jingnian wrote down was her conjecture, or maybe he made a mistake in his analysis of the content in the notebook.

If Director Song and Editor-in-Chief Su knew each other, then in this incident, he might really have made a mistake.

Maybe, his father was on Editor-in-Chief Su's side back then.

In short, from this point of view, it is unlikely to be a hostile relationship.

Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't dig into why the old man in the family didn't mention the fact that the sons of the two families are friends.

But it's not difficult to explain why the old man told his grandson this when he has nothing to do.

Song Hailin took a peek at Su Shen, but finally decided not to tell him that the other person in the photo was his father.

Su Shen took out the photo and said, "I said why I couldn't find this photo. It turned out to be in this book. I haven't taken out this book for many years."

As he spoke, he took out the photo and put it on the bedside.

Pan Shicheng's ambition since he was a child was to go to Sherlock Holmes. Therefore, the person he admired the most as a child was Director Song Qingsong who was on the front line of criminal investigation.

It's a pity that Song Qing was so focused on letting Song Hailin enter the police academy, but in the end his son had no interest in it, but Pan Shicheng, a young boy, followed him every day and shouted: Uncle Song, Uncle Song, I want to be a policeman.

Song Hailin always scoffed at this.

Therefore, this time Song Hailin could seriously ask him to check an old matter on the phone, Pan Shicheng was very puzzled.

But in this layer of ignorance, there is also a little touch.

After all, Song Hailin, who hit him every time he talked about his dream, asked him for help when he was young, which was a manifestation of his ability.

Therefore, Pan Shicheng didn't care that it was an important period for final exams, he hurriedly went to the library to look through old newspapers, and even asked his uncle in the traffic police brigade to check the internal materials.

Xiao Pan's style of work is not very rigorous, but investigating and collecting evidence is his interest since he was a child, so he has been very serious in the past few days.

The old newspapers in the library are rarely read.

Most of them are students who write papers in some police schools, but this is the critical time for postgraduate entrance examinations and internships. Not many people write papers during this time period, so the seats are still vacant.

Pan Shicheng has been here for several days, seeing the same person every day.

On this cold day, the man was wearing a down jacket on the upper half, fat ripped pants with knees exposed on the lower half, and a small tattoo on his neck. He looked like an unhealthy youth.

But he still wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, frowns upright, and reads the old newspapers steadily. He always holds a pen in his left hand, and spends most of his time sketching in the notebook.

It's hard not to be noticed in the library like this.

Pan Shicheng sat not far from him, and couldn't help but look at him a few times.

Song Hailin was vague when he told him the news about the car accident, and the uncertain time made it more difficult to find it. It was only on the fourth day that he roughly touched the possible shelf.

When he was flipping through the newspapers one by one, the tattooed young man stood next to him as if he hadn’t woken up, and then he took out a newspaper accurately, as if he hadn’t opened his eyes. I came to get it, so I didn't even look at it, and took it directly to the table beside me.

Pan Shicheng 5.0's eyes narrowed, and he saw exactly the huge headline on the headline of the newspaper he had taken away: Large truck collided with private car in downtown Zhucheng, two dead and two injured.

Pan Shicheng didn't get the newspaper until after the delinquent youth left.

There wasn't much information in that newspaper, so he read it through, took a photo, and went off to find relatives to inquire about it.

Never been to the library again.

I have never seen that strange bad boy again.