to comfort the sun

In the nearest police station to Sanqi Xiaolu, several policemen were pulling a stubborn boy into a conversation.

The boy was detained for assaulting the police, so Qiu Yun was temporarily called by Liu Chenglin to do ideological work for the child. Based on the principle that minors are the flowers of the motherland and should be watered with sunshine and rain, Qiu Yun first adopted a gentle offensive and followed the temptation carefully. .

However, the boy kept twisting his face, his left ear went in and his right ear went out, and he looked like he didn't get in.

The boy's name was Zhang Zihua, he was a freshman in a nearby vocational high school, he was a famous figure in school, he had many younger brothers, and there was a rumor that there was a relative of a gangster brother who was a frequent visitor to the police station.

He didn't know what it means to be afraid when facing the police, and pretended to be innocent: "Auntie, oh no, police sister, don't talk about it, we really admitted the wrong person, and it won't be like this next time, you Just let me go!"

Qiu Yun held back his desire to strangle him, and with a forced smile, half threatened and half lured: "Student, you are gathering a crowd to fight with weapons. The ringleaders and active participants can be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of less than three years, criminal detention or public surveillance. There are assaults on the police, but as long as you tell us the reason..."

Zhang Zihua sat on the chair and lowered his head: "Sister policeman, don't scare me. Didn't you call my parents? Ask them."

Qiu Yun glanced back at the policemen around him, and they all shook their heads helplessly.

This kid came to the police station as if he was coming home. His parents are usually busy with work and don't care about their son's education at all. No matter what they do, they just pay the money. It's even more impossible to ask parents to help with work, so they also At a loss.

"Do you think we can't investigate if we don't say anything..." Qiu Yun was so angry that his teeth itch, and just as he said a harsh word, there was a sound of a car engine at the gate of the police station.

The car door was slammed, the headlights flickered, and the light fell on the eaves of the door.

"Let me see which grandson smashed my head!" A mid-spirited voice rang out.

Qiu Yun blinked, thinking that some mummy had come in, the top of his head was all white, he rubbed his eyes, and took a closer look, only to find that it was Sun Fuzhou whose head was covered with bandages.

"Vice Sun, are you awake?" She stared straight at Sun Fuzhou's head, thinking that Team Liu didn't seem to say that his injury was so serious before.

Sun Fuzhou nodded lazily, still holding a bag of wound medicine in a transparent plastic bag in his hand.

Zhang Zihua recognized Sun Fuzhou's face, and he also knew that he smashed the wine bottle seriously. Now that the two faced each other so suddenly, judging by his attitude towards him, the other party seemed to be some kind of official, and he couldn't help feeling guilty.

Sun Fuzhou walked up to Zhang Zihua with a bandage on his head, raised his eyebrows: "Is that you?"

The boy grabbed the hem of his clothes and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. His throat seemed to have tonsillitis all of a sudden, dry and itchy.He pursed his lips tightly, looked up at Sun Fuzhou, and hummed heavily.

Sun Fuzhou touched Qiu Yun's arm with the back of his hand, motioning for her to make room.

As soon as Sun Fuzhou sat down, he didn't talk nonsense, and asked straightforwardly: "Who asked you to hit me?"

"I don't know either."

"I don't know you beat me with them?"

Zhang Zihua choked for a moment: "I, we might have identified the wrong person! I thought you were a bad person, and besides, you guys did it later!"

Sun Fuzhou spread his hands: "When did I make a move? I was in self-defense."

Zhang Zihua hurriedly followed up: "I am also in self-defense!"

Sun Fuzhou threw out his police officer's ID card, and went straight to him.

"But I'm a policeman, and I'm handling a case. How dare you call it self-defense if you interfere with official duties?" Sun Fuzhou propped up his desk with one hand, and pointed to his head with the other, "My head can be considered minor if an injury appraisal is done. Injured. Didn’t you participate in the fight just to attract attention? I’ll make a note for you in your file, so that you’ll look good wherever you go, what do you think?”

Zhang Zihua stiffened his neck and hesitated for a long time without saying a word.

He hangs out and fights with others, and he just feels that this is awesome and very satisfying, let alone stabbing his brother's ribs, his blood is bursting!Anyway, he is a minor, it's just a fight, and he can come out after squatting for a few days at most. In the past, this kind of situation can be easily settled.

Zhang Zihua thought regretfully, this time was too unlucky, there was a policeman, and the person who asked him to help didn't say anything, otherwise he wouldn't agree.

Sun Fuzhou saw that the child was a little panicked, so he breathed a sigh of relief: "I remember that you seem to be the leader among them, right? Who told you to squat with us? To be honest, I don't have to sue you."

Zhang Zihua gritted his teeth, before the words could come out, another person came in at the gate of the police station, dressed very capable and elite, now looking around the door, he saw Zhang Zihua in the crowd, stepping on high heels He rushed over with a thump.

The woman slapped him directly on the cheek: "Brat, what kind of trouble have you caused your mother again!"

Zhang Zihua's eyes were red, he touched his face, stood up suddenly, his voice was louder than his mother: "You must be sick, don't come here if you think I'm troublesome!"

Zhang's mother stared at him in disbelief and looked at him over and over again: "What did you say? I feed you and drink, and that's how you repay me? The last vocational high school asked me to pay for it, and I went to the police station every three days !"

"Then don't raise me anymore, you don't need to worry about me dying in prison!"

After Zhang Zihua finished speaking angrily, he turned his back to his mother, arched his back slightly, and inhaled oxygen into his chest with big gulps, trying to calm down his emotions.

For this very sudden farce, the surrounding melon-eating policemen, including Sun Fuzhou, were dumbfounded, and didn't know whether they should intervene in the family affairs of the mother and child.

"What kind of prison?" Zhang's mother was also very angry at first, but when she heard the word "prison", she couldn't help but thumped in her heart, "Comrade policeman, what's going on, can't it be my son who killed someone?"

The "dead man" Sun Fuzhou's eyelids twitched, and he slowly raised his hands to stand up: "Hello, I am the victim, are you his mother?"

Zhang's mother was taken aback by the bandaged man: "Yes, I am."

She looked at the policemen around her and then at the only wounded person, she immediately understood, put on a friendly smile, and shook hands with Sun Fuzhou: "I'm so sorry, the child is still young and ignorant, I will be responsible for your loss, so don't argue with him."

Without waiting for Sun Fuzhou's reaction, she pulled Zhang Zihua away again, and put on the airs of Yan's mother: "Quick, apologize to someone, you really want to go to jail, don't you!"

Zhang Zihua staggered from being pulled, and he knocked off the woman's hand impatiently: "Don't touch me! He's a policeman, and he wants me to go to jail. It's no use begging him!"

Mother Zhang's eyes widened again, and she slapped her son on the head again: "Kneel down and apologize to uncle!"

Zhang Zihua grabbed his clothes and hid to the side: "Don't kneel!"

The mother and son talked to each other, as if they had staged a documentary about contemporary family education in this small police station, and it was a very successful negative teaching material.

Sun Fuzhou was very uncomfortable being caught between the two of them, and he started to be in love with each other dumbfoundingly: "Stop, stop, stop, I didn't say that you will go to jail, just tell me, who told you to block us, if you explain, I will not Responsibility."

Zhang Zihua didn't really want to go to jail, but he didn't want to be accused of dishonesty afterwards, so he bit his lips in confusion, his eyes flicked here and there, but he didn't dare to look at people.

Before Sun Fuzhou was in a hurry, Zhang Zihua's mother was in a hurry, and a slap like a cattail fan fell on his back: "Say it quickly, you are going to go to jail if you still protect those cronies of yours. Where are they?"

"What do you know!" Zhang Zihua suddenly shouted, "They are my friends, you think everyone is like you!"

"Okay, okay, calm down." Sun Fuzhou's eardrums were buzzing from the yelling, and he put his arms between the two, "Children, let's go out and have a chat alone."

It was rare for this small room to be quiet for a moment, and Qiu Yun once again used his social skills to persuade Zhang's mother to leave.

Sun Fuzhou took Zhang Zihua to the courtyard of the police station. Looking up, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The weather was dry and cold, with no wind at all.

Sun Fuzhou found a ladder and sat down, and patted the place beside him: "Let me ask you in another way, how about you decide whether to recruit your brother or not?"

Zhang Zihua looked down and saw that Sun Fuzhou was sitting in the middle of the stairs, no matter where he sat next to him.

So he went up one step and stepped on the seat that Sun Fuzhou had just asked him to sit on.

Unexpectedly, there was no response. Sun Fuzhou propped his elbows on his knees, and the soles of his shoes rubbed against the ground making rattling noises.

"A few days ago there was a very popular murder case on the Internet, you should have heard of it?" Sun Fuzhou said, "Then the murderer committed suicide the afternoon before yesterday."

Zhang Zihua rolled his eyes, he knew about this case, he mentioned it to his friend at the time, and then it disappeared. Then, the freshness of children has no shelf life.

Sun Fuzhou withdrew his long legs: "I don't know if you have noticed that the murderer just turned [-], and is only two years older than you."

Zhang Zihua haughtily snorted a sound from his nostrils, as if to say, what's the matter?

Sun Fuzhou didn't suppress his arrogance, but said to himself: "When a boy is young, who doesn't want to be young and Dangerous, to be honest, my father forced me to take the police exam, and he said otherwise Just pick up junk to earn college tuition, guess what I said - I said directly at the time that I would not take the college entrance examination, anyway, there are so many college students now."

Zhang Zihua tilted his head subconsciously.

Sun Fuzhou turned around suddenly: "But I still gave in. I was with those friends, and every fight was settled by me. Then there was one time, it was too serious, and I couldn't help them out, so they wouldn't fight. played with me."

Zhang Zihua couldn't help laughing, and then quickly straightened his face: "That's your bad luck."

Sun Fuzhou twisted his upper body and talked to him like this: "I think I'm very lucky, at least I got rid of them in time, their life is different from mine—not in the sense of discrimination, but in the sense of genuine gap."

Zhang Zihua hurriedly retorted: "I am no different from my friend, we played very well!"

Sun Fuzhou shook his head calmly: "I didn't talk about your younger brothers, I was talking about those big brothers who you think are very prestigious."

The police station behind it was very quiet, with occasional one or two voices not clear, and the orange light softly laid on the gray concrete floor, more intimate than the gentle moonlight.

Zhang Zihua licked the soft flesh of his cheeks with his tongue, and the saliva came out all at once, and the hot air exhaled from his nostrils turned into a cloud of misty white smoke in the air: "...What are you young and Dangerous? too much."

Sun Fuzhou looked at him coldly, and his tone was unprecedentedly serious: "I haven't finished telling you about the case I mentioned before. The person who was killed had two younger brothers, both of whom were arrested for taking drugs. The other one, like you, is a vocational school student, and that student was at the door when they were taking drugs and selling drugs."

Zhang Zihua's hairs stood on end under his stare, like a cat with fried fur.

Sun Fuzhou was against the light, and the shadows clung to his face in large chunks. The warning in his eyes was self-evident: "I don't know whether Dahei contacted you personally or his subordinates contacted you, but I can tell You, the man who was chopped into pieces and packed into two big boxes, is also one of the gangsters you envy, especially his little brother, how is it different from you in essence?"

The spine was eroded and softened bit by bit, as if acid had been poured on it, and wisps of white smoke rose up.

Zhang Zihua curled up and said in a muffled voice, "I definitely won't touch drugs..."

Sun Fuzhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Isn't it too early for you to promise now?"

Zhang Zihua raised his face from the crook of his arms: "...I hit you not because of anything else, but because you stole my stick, I'm just not convinced!"

Surprised by the jumpiness of the teenager's topic, Sun Fuzhou lost his temper and could only nod in agreement.

After saying this, Zhang Zihua doggedly took out a mobile phone from his inner pocket: "I don't know the big black you mentioned, the one who sent me a message was a man named Hua, who had dinner together, he knew that I usually It's there, so let me help you block you, it's done, you can take me into the arena."

The screen of the mobile phone in his hand was shining with a faint light.

Sun Fuzhou glanced at the boy in relief, and took the phone.The most of the day's emotion was not in vain, and his father let him participate in the speech contest for three years, and it was not in vain.