let loose

There were many people in the square, and the shadow fled hastily, looking back every few steps.He seemed to be a habitual thief, and some passers-by reached out to grab him, but he dodged them quickly.

The traffic lights at the end of the zebra crossing turned green, and the chrysalis was blocked by crowds of people across the road, blocking his escape route.

Song Mian pushed through the crowd and chased wildly. The wind brushed her ears, brushed her scalp, and leaned over to avoid a little girl who was jumping while clutching a balloon.Seeing that he was about to catch up, he tore off his schoolbag and threw it out.

There are some things in the school bag, which is still a bit heavy.There was a clang of bells, and the thief uttered an "Aww", hit his back, staggered two steps forward, bumped into a big tall one, then backed up a few steps, turned his head in a hurry and wanted to run to the other side .

Song Mian didn't give him another chance to escape, so he jumped up and bent his knees.

"Uh……"

The thief didn't even have time to react. He clutched his stomach and fell to the ground. The velvet box in his pocket slipped out and rolled twice in the snow.

Song Mian took a deep breath, bent over and picked up the schoolbag that fell on the ground and walked over.The velvet box was covered in white, and he picked it up and blew on it.

"I fuck your mother!"

The thief who was still struggling suddenly stood up while he was not paying attention, grabbed a handful of snow and hit Song Mian in the face.

"Hold……"

His eyes were suddenly covered with snow particles, which were icy and stinging. Song Mian blinked a few times, and before he could make the next move, someone knocked down his legs.

The body lost its balance and fell to the ground. Song Mian kicked her feet twice, grabbed the schoolbag and threw it on the thief's leg, then stretched her legs and cut the thief's calf and turned it around vigorously.

The thief obviously didn't expect him to be able to toss so much. Before he could stand still, he felt a sharp tremor in his calf, and he knelt down as soon as his legs softened.

Song Mian fished it back, and the two started fighting in the snow.

Where there are many people, there is no shortage of gossip passers-by, whether they are eager to help or indifferent to watch the excitement, form a small circle with two or three, chirping and pointing.

Suddenly, someone outside shouted: "Stop beating, the police are here!"

The thief was about the same stature as Song Mian, and he was a habitual thief. His hands and feet were not very clean. When he heard this, he immediately panicked.

Song Mian didn't expect that the other party had a knife, so he couldn't dodge it in time, and his jacket was cut in two big cuts.It was only with the help of three other men that the thief was suppressed.

The siren sounded from far to near, and it was the police patrolling nearby who came, and the crowd dispersed consciously, and then saw two uniformed policemen getting off the patrol car.

One of them, who was a little shorter, got out of the car and started running, shouting as he ran, "What are you doing! What are you looking at! Spread out! Those on the ground over there, hug your heads and squat down!"

"Hold……"

Song Mian frowned and sat up, stuffing back the ball of cotton that leaked out of the coat.

City East Bureau.

There is a cup of water in a disposable plastic cup in front of him, which is still steaming.Song Mian raised one leg, and beside the leg was covered with muddy schoolbag, he stuffed the cotton slowly, humming from time to time.Sitting across from him was a police officer with a short cut and a scar on the corner of his forehead, who was busy taking notes.

Song Mian was always perfunctory and conflicted when asked, but answered all of them.The inch-cut police officer raised his eyes and looked calmly at the young man who was sitting quietly opposite with disdain and impatience in his brows.

It can be seen that the family conditions are excellent, and I am by no means the kind of character that is easy to get close to. I say whether I am cold or not, but I am completely indifferent, as if I am careless, which makes people feel a sense of distance.

But what should be educated still needs to be educated.

"Aren't you young people now studying nine years of compulsory education in vain?" The police officer put down his pen and said, "Who taught you to rush up and fight the thief when something was stolen? Is it your mother or your father? Or your teacher? Is this how you play a hero?"

"Did you see the knife he was holding? The blade alone is [-] centimeters long. You were lucky today, and you were dressed thickly, so what he scratched was your clothes. What if it wasn't your clothes? -Is it summer now? Have you thought about the consequences?"

At that time, I didn't want to get so much, so I was anxious to get things back.Anti-bone only exists in places other than life safety.Regarding this matter, Song Mian knew that her actions were really inappropriate, so she lowered the impatience between her brows, and honestly responded to the criticism, and only wanted to be relieved quickly.

The soundproofing effect of the room is good, you can't hear anything from the next door at all, the thief has been arrested, Song Mian's anger was relieved, his thoughts flew for a while, and he looked down at the time on his wrist.

It was past five o'clock in the afternoon, and he hadn't sent a message to Jiang Zhou yet.

The police officer took his ID card and flipped through it twice, knocked on the table to draw his attention back, and said, "From Shanghai? You haven't even reached eighteen, as old as shit." He pointed at Song Mian's head, "Look at what's on top of your head, a magpie's nest?"

Song Mian disagreed with this statement, and raised her eyelids: "This is called fashion."

"It's a ball." The inch-cut police officer gave him a look, "And your ears, what are you wearing? Studs? What kind of studs does your man wear? Non-mainstream?"

Song Mian rolled her eyes, spitting at the other party inwardly, and was too lazy to speak.

"Give me your parents' phone number."

Enough criticism and education, the police officer tapped the table with a pen.

"What are you doing?" Song Mian looked at him lazily.

"Leader, otherwise it's not impossible for you to stay here forever."

"I can't come." Song Mian said, "They are abroad."

"It's okay abroad." Putting the cap on his pen, the police officer said, "Give me the number, and you can talk on the phone."

Tsk.Song Mian looked at him suspiciously.Seeing that his face was calm and not joking, he frowned and said, "Parents can't come, so can your partner come?"

The police officer paused: "Subject?"

When he entered the police meeting room, Jiang Zhou was still out of breath.

After six o'clock in the afternoon, the living room was noisy and turned into a vegetable market.The several wooden sofas were full of people, some in bright clothes with relaxed expressions, and some in ragged clothes with sad faces. At the end, there was an old lady crying in a corner with a little boy in her arms.

However, no matter how many people there were, Jiang Zhou still recognized Song Mian with the most eye-catching hair in the corner.

He was momentarily surprised.The two of them haven't had a video chat these two days, Song Mian always finds excuses to avoid it, he doesn't know when Song Mian dyed her hair.Not bad, the color is very suitable.

He looked at Song Mian, glanced at Song Mian's curled and intertwined fingers, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Jiang Zhou was followed by two people, a man and a woman. The girl pointed to him with a smile and pulled Jiang Zhou's arm, but she couldn't hear what she said.

Song Mianxin said, what a fart.He and Jiang Du, who was looking at him, looked at each other briefly for a second, then at the blond girl who was pulling Jiang Zhou, then retracted the turtle shell again, and lowered his head.

A little disheartened.

I have never felt so ashamed for a moment.There were two big holes in the clothes, and the cotton couldn't be stuffed back.The shoes were covered in snow particles and mud, and the light-colored jeans had a lot of mud spots on them, like a drowned pheasant, with wet feathers and looking absolutely terrible.

Two fingers were tangled red, Song Mian shrank back, not daring to look at the door, let alone Jiang Zhou.

Physical exhaustion made his nerves fragile.

Chong Jiangdu monk Qinghua nodded, Jiang Zhou stared closely at Song Mian's soft and messy hair, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and walked towards Song Mian while pulling down the zipper and taking off the lamb's fur jacket.

A pair of white sneakers suddenly appeared in the field of vision, and Song Mian raised her head.Jiang Zhou raised his hands and put his coat on Song Mian's shoulders.Putting his right hand on the top of Song Mian's head, bending his knuckles, he combed his messy hair, combed his bangs, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Wait for me here."

After speaking, he followed the inch-cut police officer into the police room.

"Wow~"

The long-haired "girl" over there suddenly whistled gossipingly.Song Mian's attention was attracted, only then did he realize that he was a man.

"Our baby has good eyesight." Shang Qinghua took Guai Jiangdu's arm, his eyes fixed on Song Mian's direction.

Song Mian's scalp was numb from being stared at, and she raised her mask to cover most of her face.

Jiang Zhou went in about 10 minutes and then came out.The police officer was still shocked that Song Mian's partner was a man, he didn't give any instructions, and waved his hand to signal that he could leave.

Jiang Zhou came over and hung Song Mian's schoolbag on his shoulder, and took Song Mian's hand with the other hand, without saying a word, he directly led the person outside.

Song Mian didn't want to think about the reaction of the two people behind him, he was really tired.Pick up the sweater hat to cover your head, and isolate all sight and exploration.

"Family education is not done well, let you see a joke. I won't go home at night, so don't call me."

After leaving the police station, Jiang Zhou waved to stop a taxi, rushed to the two who had been walking behind without making a sound, threw Song Mian into the back seat, and sat on it himself.Song Mian huddled in Jiang Zhou's coat, and when she heard the people outside the car seem to laugh, she shrunk back into her clothes in a daze, not showing half of her eyes.

I opened a small apartment in the city center, and the heating in the room is very good.After changing the shoes, Song Mian lowered her eyelids and pressed her head against Jiang Zhou's back.

He has many questions.For example, who were the two who went to the police station with Jiang Zhou in the afternoon.Another example is to say to Jiang Zhou, are you happy when I come to you.

But he didn't ask anything, just lowered his voice and said softly: "Brother, I was wrong. Don't be angry."

Jiang Zhou's face was sullen all the way here, and his face was not in a good mood.Song Mian tried several times to start the conversation, but was ignored, and felt a little apprehensive and flustered.

Jiang Zhou didn't speak, turned around and took off the two layers of coats wrapped around him, and pushed him into the bathroom without refusal.

After being stripped down to only a T-shirt, Song Mian saw in the mirror of the sink that she had some mud on her right face.

Jiang Zhou's clothes were almost taken off, and the clothes were scattered from the living room to the bathroom door.His face was still tense, and his brows were tightly knit.Song Mian bit her lip, and when Jiang Zhou was about to bend over to open his belt, he raised his arms and wrapped them around Jiang Zhou's neck.

"I know I was wrong."

Burying his head into Jiang Zhou's neck, his lips gently kissed his Adam's apple.

"elder brother."

With a hoarse voice, he poked out the tip of his tongue and licked Jiang Zhou's collarbone.

"Where did you go wrong?"

I could feel Jiang Zhou's body stiffen for a moment, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down twice, Song Mian heard him ask.

"I shouldn't have come to you secretly without telling you." Song Mian said, raising her face and kissing his face, nose tip and eyes.

Jiang Zhou didn't give him any more chances to tease him. He grabbed his two arms and locked them behind his back. He lowered his head and kissed his lips fiercely.Breathing heavily through the nose, Song Mian groaned twice, until she was completely discouraged and almost pouted before being let go.

Jiang Zhou's breathing was also rapid. He brushed aside Song Mian's hair sticking out of his ear with his fingers, touched the earlobe with his thumb along the back of the ear, and finally rested on the earring and kneaded it. He lowered his eyelids and looked at him with dark eyes.

"what is this?"

Song Mian wore a black measuring tape bracelet on his right wrist, which slipped a little in the confusion, revealing the tattoo hidden inside.

The tattoo pattern is simple and clear, and there is no need for redundant explanations at all. Jiang Zhou understands it at a glance, and then he is shocked.

High school students fall in love.Most of the bystanders, even the parties involved, only indulge in the beauty of the time, and few people think long-term.It's more like saying "Forever" to match the atmosphere, and the word "Forever" can be blurted out without the slightest psychological burden.

People who are in love, almost everyone expresses their attitude impulsively.When in love, the other party is the only one, the trembling flame, the other half who is eager to tell the world.

But reality often hits the face.

Impulse disappears, love stops, never intersects.

Love at the age of seventeen or eighteen.Age limits vision, and environment creates vision. There are very few people who can make it to the end, not to mention the situation of the two of them is even more special.

"This is your name." Song Mian said, "The two most beautiful words in my poor life. I hope you don't think it's childish, and don't feel burdened. I'm not smart enough, this is all I can think of, yes Your stupidest favorite."

Jiang Zhou's pupils tightened, he grabbed Song Mian's wrist, and stared at the pattern without saying a word.

Song Mian's heart beat like a drum, not sure what his attitude was, so she also calmed down.

After a while, Jiang Zhou leaned down slightly, and gently kissed that inch of hot skin.

There was a little moisture on the wrist, and Song Mian's heart trembled violently.

Jiang Zhou twisted the tattoo with his fingertips, looked up at him after a while, bent his lips and said with a smile: "It's good to be stupid, I'll accept everything."