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Zhucheng is very windy, and it likes to blow wind in winter and summer. The wind in winter is like a knife, and the wind in summer is like cotton.

No matter how strong the wind is, it is useless in the weather that can steam people. What is blown out is the air with high temperature, just like turning on the air conditioner to warm the air. The stronger the wind, the more heating.

Even with the high temperature, the smell of the whole city is not very pleasant, except for the smell of sweat, which is the smell of sweat, and then, the smell of sweat.

The garbage truck came out of the corner, leaked 50 meters of dirty water from behind, and went away without a trace. With a sour smell of fresh garbage, it floated vaguely in the air around half a person's height, and it was rushing towards the nose. The smell before the garbage dump was cleaned up was even more so several layers.The garbage in the trash can was charged to the car, leaving only empty flies flying around, shining in the sun, with a sour smell.

This alley is remote and there are few people. Even the garbage trucks come here by chance, and sometimes they don’t come once a month.The garbage was left unattended, and it spread outside the bucket, forming a pile.

The garbage truck didn't go for a while, and at the same corner, a person stumbled out.

The man had a crew cut, his face was bloodless, sallow, and he was wearing light gray half-sleeves that were mottled with some oil and mud. The back was already wet a lot. The trousers were denim cropped trousers. Look, you will find that his trousers have not been zipped up in time, and the waistband of his trousers has fallen on his buttocks. Because he is running in a hurry, he has not had time to grab the trousers with his hands.

He turned left out of the alley, jumped into the driver's seat of a taxi trembling like a ghost, turned on the ignition, and rushed out of this small street with the accelerator.

A young couple standing on the side of the road eating ice cream with a large pink suitcase at their feet, the two of them are eating ice cream happily, the boy saw a taxi far away Running over, he immediately took a step forward and beckoned.

The taxi is half new and not old. It looks similar to all the taxis in this city. It is very common. The only thing that is different is that it does not drive very steadily.The driver seemed not to see anyone waving, and rushed past the side of the road. The boy was startled, took a step back quickly, and quickly withdrew his hand. The girl stomped her foot and pointed at the taxi. The car scolded: "Crazy! If you don't carry people, you won't carry it. You drive so fast and leave sooner or later..."

Before the girl finished yelling, she heard a sharp sound of brakes, and the taxi took a few steps crookedly and out of control, and suddenly bumped into the guardrail in the middle of the road.The girl's eyes widened in fright, and when she looked over there again, she found a motorcycle tilted on the ground, which was hit by the taxi.

The taxi stopped on the side for less than half a minute after hitting the guardrail without turning off the engine, and then immediately went crazy, touched the guardrail twice, took a step back, and ran out.

The girl was breathing a sigh of relief, fortunately she didn't get into that taxi just now.

Suddenly a police car rushed past her, and the siren went off.

The police car followed closely behind the hit-and-run taxi, chasing it through the cracks.

Xue Zhimu grabbed the seat belt and yelled at the driver: "Boss, he's about to turn."

The driver didn't speak, but the speed of the car suddenly slowed down, he slammed the steering wheel, and turned the car across the alley where the taxi turned.

Xue Zhimu saw that the driver was in a panic and took a turn at a dead end.

Before he could react, the second man got out of the car quickly, ran a few steps forward, opened the taxi door, lifted the dumbfounded driver out and pushed him to the ground, and put his foot on his lap Kicked.

Xue Zhimu also hurried over and shouted: "Police!"

The driver was trembling, and when he was pulled out, he used all his strength. A pair of denim cropped trousers slumped to his knees. Joker Xue kicked his knees and said, "Pull up your trousers."

She made a phone call to the bureau and reported the situation. During the whole process, the driver seemed to have been taken out of his soul. He didn't speak or move, shaking like chaff.

After Xue Zhimu hung up the phone, he curled his lips and said, "Boss, the bureau has transferred someone to the scene to deal with it. Should we take this person back now or go to the suspect's house first?"

"Go back to the game, take him back first."

He hadn't spoken since just now, Xue Zhimu realized something was wrong when he spoke now, his voice was deliberately suppressed, a little hoarse, his eyes were red, his fists were trembling as if he could not help hitting someone at any time.

Xue Zhimu glanced at the taxi driver, and immediately fell silent. Then she remembered that she was the vice captain at a young age. She usually has a good temper and loves to joke, but just one thing, she lost control when encountering a car accident , There is always an inexplicable hostility towards the perpetrator.

She didn't dare to say any more witty words, and sat quietly in the car without daring to say a word.

The driver was also sitting paralyzed on one side, his eyes were empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Halfway through the journey, there was a sudden ringing of a mobile phone in the depressing and scary carriage, which shocked the brain for no reason, and the two people sitting in the back seat were startled.

"Hello." The second boss pressed the speakerphone in a calm manner.

"Song's mother Dalin!" The voice on the other end was a little annoyed, "You forgot what day it is today, right?"

Song Hailin stopped the car by the side and asked Xue Zhimu to drive back first. He squatted on the side of the road and lit a cigarette, exhaled a mouthful of mist before speaking: "You are going back to China today - I was so busy and forgot, I will go to the airport later pick you up?"

"Relying on you? Huang's mother's cauliflower is cold."

"Pan's mother," Song Hailin frowned and called him solemnly, which stunned Pan Shicheng, "you are a person who has gone abroad and plated a layer of gold, why do you still keep talking about 'fucking mother'? Can't pay attention to quality in front of foreign friends, is this hostility worse than me, a policeman?"

"Have you not spoken for at least a month?" Pan Shicheng said, "You talk a lot more than before, you are so eloquent."

"Get out."

Pan Shicheng rang the car horn, "I didn't say that, the domestic road conditions are too bad, I have been stuck here for half an hour and then moved forward for less than half a meter, and this half meter is still my own It is so hard arched forward that it almost rubs against the buttocks of the car in front."

"You talk a lot." Song Hailin said.

"It's been a long time since I've spoken my mother tongue. Besides, I'm only able to speak like this with you." Pan Shicheng paused, opened the car window and looked out, "It's okay, fuck, a car accident, I said traffic jam It's been such a long time."

Song Hailin fell silent.

Pan Shicheng quickly changed the subject, "I'm coming back to see Yang Yang today, why don't you come together, you haven't seen each other for several years, Yang Yang loved to play with you when I was young."

Song Hailin agreed, and sent the location to Pan Shicheng, stood up and stretched his legs, feeling a little numb.

Pan Shicheng came not too late, but when he arrived, Song Hailin still crushed half a pack of cigarette butts on top of the trash can.

His hair grew a lot, and after getting off the car, Song Hailin felt the coolness of the air conditioner all over his body, and even pinched his waist, "Hey, what clothes are you wearing?"

Pan Shicheng heyed twice, his eyes flickered, he didn't say any more, and sighed.

A little envious and a little helpless.

When he was a child, he dreamed of wearing such clothes and being a policeman in a heroic manner, but in the end, he didn't wear them, and it was Fa Xiaoer, who had never been interested in this and only wanted to engage in e-sports, who took this road.So life is fun.

After getting in the car, he turned off Pan Shicheng's heavy metal music and replaced it with a slow piano piece.

Pan Shicheng clicked his tongue, "Have you started soaking goji berries in your thermos now? Live like an old man."

"I'm thinking about you. Once you're engaged in scientific research, listen to these woo-woo-woo-woo rocks all day long. Don't break your head. It will be a loss to the country."

"I am the normal state of young people, Uncle Song."

Song Hailin leaned on the seat and closed his eyes, the wind from the air conditioner slowly blowing on his face, "What time did you come back?"

"It arrived after six o'clock in the morning. My parents were busy with projects and didn't have time to take care of me. They sent me to give Yangyang a gift for school when they didn't eat." He pointed to the bag at the back, "Now college students must have three items when they start school set."

"It's been more than a month since school started." Song Hailin looked at the time, brought the three-piece suit over, and looked inside with the mouth of the bag, "Is Yang Yang going to college?".

"Isn't this just a freshman this year?" Pan Shicheng laughed suddenly, "Do you still remember what that kid was doing all day long when he was a child?"

Song Hailin thought for a while, "Chef, I can't forget, it was yelling in my ears all day long."

"He's in the College of Arts now, learning Chinese," Pan Shicheng grinned to the ears, gloating, "Now my uncle and his family are all three together. It’s just that their family has completely dominated the Putonghua Phonetics Lab.”

"Isn't your family a family of three to dominate the Academy of Sciences? From now on, your Pan family should just be called the dominant family." Song Hailin raised his eyebrows.

"You guys still dominate the public prosecutor's law." Pan Shicheng went back angrily.

Song Hailin didn't say anything, he looked outside the window and said, "Stop in front."

"Why?" Pan Shicheng looked at the shopping mall in front of him, "Do you want to buy something?"

"Yeah." Song Hailin opened the door with his phone and pressed it a few times, then opened the car door, "Yangyang called me Brother Sheng anyway, your cousin gave the opening ceremony, three pieces, I have to give one too ah."

"Those three pieces were given by our whole family, which is equivalent to one piece for each person." Pan Shicheng said.

As soon as the door was opened, the heat wave outside wrapped one's body, making one wish to get back into the car to cool off for a while.

When he came back, he brought a paper bag, and Pan Shicheng leaned over to take a look, "Hey, kindle? I thought you were thrown on the tip of your tail by the times, do you know this?"

Song Hailin waved his phone, "I searched online, just search for gifts for freshmen in the Faculty of Arts."

"You should look up another one, what gift to give Fa Xiaoer who just returned to China."

"Give you a big mouth." Song Hailin smiled and put the things on the back seat of the car. After putting them away, he suddenly remembered and asked, "Which university?"

"Which one could it be, our family's excellent and invincible academic master gene," Pan Shicheng abducted into the University City, "Pearl City University."

"Teacher, you mentioned this 'everything or not' in class, can you explain it in detail?" Pan Yiyang pushed the armrest of the wheelchair and walked slowly outside the teaching building, asking as he walked.

The person in the wheelchair smiled softly, "This elective course was originally a targeted guidance for senior students to take the postgraduate entrance examination. It is an application-oriented course. As a freshman student, I actually don't recommend it. It was chosen, and the foundation should be laid first.”

Pan Yiyang laughed, "I didn't listen to the teacher because of his personal charm."

In fact, when he first chose this class, he really went for the teacher, but not the one in front of him.This class is hung with the name of Teacher Wei who lived in the same building as him before. He originally wanted to go to class to have a chance encounter, but only found out during the first class that Teacher Wei was only responsible for the later Ming and Qing novels. part.

But after listening to this unknown Mr. Song's class, he left Mr. Wei behind his head on the spot. Mr. Su's personal charm cannot be ignored, and the way of teaching is particularly attractive. Objectively speaking, it is better than his previous ones. The advanced and dry theories of the old cadre-like teacher Wei, the neighbor, are much more attractive.

Later he found out that Teacher Su was just a doctoral student, and he was tutoring Professor Li for the next class. Coincidentally, Teacher Su and their family also lived in the same building, so after the class, they happened to be able to By the way, he went back together, and he could continue to ask questions that he didn't understand on the way.

Teacher Su didn't answer his words, cleared his throat, and began to answer his question, "This involves Mr. Wang Guowei's intuition about human perception of the world in the aesthetic field. Simply put, the so-called 'separation' means distance. Literary works that people cannot experience directly, such as symbols and metaphors in writing techniques, such as obscure poems, Li Shangyin, can all be described with this word; the so-called "no separation" is, on the contrary, direct cognition , such as Baihua, and Du Fu, for example, can be classified into the category of 'no separation'."

"Is that a literary work, when we come to evaluate it, we can apply 'separation or non-separation'?"

"Yes, because this itself is an opposite concept. It is either separated or not separated. It must be described by one of them." The teacher nodded, "If you are interested, you can read Mr. Wang Guowei's "Human Words" , It will be good for your future study to read more about literary theory in freshman year."

Just as Pan Shicheng was about to say yes, his phone suddenly vibrated twice in his pocket. Pushing the wheelchair with one hand, he took out his phone and looked at it. It was a WeChat message from his cousin.

"Waiting for you at the gate."

He replied with a "OK."

"Teacher, I'm not going home today. Let's walk to the school gate together. Can you go back by yourself?"

"I'm not a child. I can't go home by myself." Teacher Su smiled, then reached out and took out a candy from his pocket, and handed it back to Pan Yiyang.

"Teacher, I'm not a child either." Pan Yiyang took the candy.

The candy wrappers are twisted and wrapped, shiny, and even more colorful in the sun.

He peeled off the candy wrapper and put the candy in his mouth on the spot.

Only then did he notice that Mr. Su, who was leaning on the backrest, was twisting his waist [-] degrees, and his neck was also twisted [-] degrees, looking up at him.

He couldn't figure out why, when suddenly his tongue felt like it had been electrified, and the bitter and sour taste mixed with a strong chemical smell rushed from the mouth into the nasal cavity, and the whole mouth was numb, and there was a feeling of The feeling of being wrinkled by hot water almost forced tears out.

Teacher Su was laughing happily, shrugging his shoulders, his eyes were closed.

It took a while for the sour and bitter taste on the outside of the sugar to fade away, revealing the sweetness underneath.

Pan Yiyang shook the wheelchair on purpose, knocking Teacher Su upside down, "Teacher, you should be beaten often."

"Hahaha no," Mr. Su laughed intermittently, "What kind of intention hahaha, want to hit me, I look so innocent and harmless, and even very pitiful hahaha."

Smiling and laughing, he suddenly stiffened his face, and the corners of his mouth collapsed, but his voice didn't stop. He laughed twice with a stiff face and his voice became lower and lower before he stopped completely.

"elder brother!"