wine is character

A man in his 30s was squatting on the ground saying something to the little drunk, who seemed to be struggling and yelling "You stink, you go away, you go away!"

"Why is it so drunk at night, go home with my uncle, okay?" The man ignored the little drunkard's struggle, and tried his best, and the little drunkard yelled even louder, "It stinks, it stinks!"

"What are you doing!" Qingfeng smashed the man away with a backpack, kicked her long legs, and shielded herself in front of Musu, "What do you want to do, don't get out!"

After the man was chased away, Qingfeng looked at the little alcoholic in front of him, with an indisputable expression on his face, "See if you dare to get drunk, you don't even know if you've been cheated!" He reached out and hit him on the head hard." Can you get up by yourself?"

Seeing that Musu couldn't get up for a long time, he stretched out his hand to help him, bent down and carried the little alcoholic on his back again.

"I really don't know if I owed you in my previous life, why I have to be responsible for sending you off every time I get drunk."

The third time, Qingfeng really walked into the police station with the cheek. It happened that the police uncle was transferred with someone else, and he was in the station again.

Qingfeng put him on the sofa with a blushing face, and accepted the questioning eyes of the police uncle.

"Well, what's going on here?"

"He was drunk again, and I bumped into him again, so he had no choice but to send him over again. You won't say that this kid didn't leave any information, right?" Qingfeng stood aside respectfully, accepting the "interrogation" "

"As you said, this kid didn't leave any information, and he borrowed 20 yuan from me this morning." The police uncle has been quite calm this time. It’s good enough to get the police, the police station sleeps for free, and pays 20 yuan a day, 600 yuan a month is not a problem, this job is good.”

"Uncle, I really don't know him. This kid was almost taken away by a pervert just now. It's not that he can't help it, and he won't be sent here." Qingfeng wiped his sweat.

"It's okay to sleep, but you can't leave this time. When will this kid wake up, when will you leave a good message, when will you leave, how did you send it, and how will you send it away? This sofa belongs to you tonight, good night!" Speaking of which, the police uncle closed the door of the rest room, not allowing Qingfeng to have the slightest chance to explain.

There was only one sofa in the whole room, which was still lying on the side of the little drunkard. The breeze swayed back and forth several times. When he stood up and his legs were sore, he moved the little drunkard's head and sat on a corner of the sofa. The crooked pillow lay on Qingfeng's lap.

Having nothing to do, he lowered his head and looked at it. This little alcoholic is indeed a beautiful child, but it is the first time he has seen a beautiful child so unrestrained. He was drunk for three consecutive days, and he didn't know why. do it.

Brushing the little drunkard's lips with his fingers, he recalled the scene of being kissed at the entrance of the alley, and presumably regarded him as the little girl he liked, and he looked quite sullen.

"Fuck off, can you be bullied if you don't have money? Are you good at studying?" The little drunkard began to mutter, "OK, OK, I'm not a good character, but you are the ones who are noble."

This incoherent speech, Qingfeng couldn't understand what it meant, but thinking about the three times of getting drunk, he couldn't help but think of an old saying "wine quality is character".

"It seems that your character is really not very good."

One night passed, Mu Su turned over and felt that the bottom of his head was soft, and there was one hand on his head, stretched out his hand to grab it, opened his eyes slightly, it was two hands, looked over and over again, and suddenly realized that he was It was as if he had fallen asleep again in an incredible place.

"what!"

With an exclamation, he sat up from the sofa and leaned on it all night, leaning against the cool breeze with his eyes closed and resting his mind slightly, his brows were slightly frowned, and he seemed to have a headache.

"Who are you?" Mu Su questioned the stranger in front of him, why did he hold his head and sleep all night.

Qingfeng watched the kid whimpering, lowered his head and thumped his thigh, feeling a little numb from the pillow, rubbed his temple, raised his hand casually and said, "Come and help me."

Musu didn't respond, he grabbed Qingfeng and stood up. Qingfeng limped a few steps and jumped around a few times before feeling a little more comfortable.

"Come here..." He stretched out his hand to greet him again, and now Musu responded, looking suspiciously at the boy in front of him, "Who are you, what a ghost, why did I sleep in this place all night again?"

"Come here!" Qingfeng grabbed his arm and walked out of the room.

The policeman yawned and was still eating a hot breakfast. He just took a bite of the deep-fried dough sticks when he saw the tall boy come out with the little alcoholic.

The two sat obediently across from each other, and the door was also locked by the police, in case the little alcoholic yelled again and ran away late.

Musu rubbed his eyes, his hair was disheveled, and his expression looked innocent. Qingfeng propped his chin with one hand and looked sideways at the little alcoholic who made him enter the palace three times. The culprit was really calm.

"Name."

"Musu (Talking about Qingfeng)"

The policeman looked up at them, and then focused on Musu, "Is it your real name?"

When Mu Su heard this, he became angry, frowned, and answered through gritted teeth, "Mu from Shepherd, Su from Suzhou, my father's surname is Mu, and my mother's surname is Su, so my name is Mu Su."

"You two boys who entered the palace three times, the names are really unique. Age."

"14 (17)"

"Which school did you go to?"

"Qiuyang Junior High School (Qiuyang High School)"

After finishing speaking, the policeman glanced at them again. Qingfeng was also a little surprised that this little alcoholic was actually his junior. Musu began to look at the person in front of him, why he was being questioned together with this person, and his heart was full of doubts.

"A 14-year-old was drunk for three consecutive days. Do you need to communicate with your teacher? Hurry up and report your home address and parents' contact information."

Musu's face changed suddenly, and Qingfeng sat aside as if watching a show, thinking that the little drunkard was fearless, but under normal circumstances, he was not so courageous.

"No, my dad doesn't come home all year round. When you call him, you can basically just say 'the number you dialed is active'." Mu Su said while checking whether the policeman on the opposite side had changed his mind.

"What about your mother?"

As soon as he mentioned his mother, Mu Su paused, and Qingfeng keenly noticed the slight change, "My mother is not at home."

"Where did your mother go?" The policeman didn't realize the meaning of Mu Su's words.