Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

Gu Changzhen's mother did not suffer from hysteria, and Jiang Song only found out later when she went through the adoption procedures.

He has been keeping it from Gu Changzhen, but fortunately Gu Changzhen doesn't ask.

The incident happened when Gu Changzhen was 15 years old, his sophomore year in high school.

Jiang Song was having a business meeting with someone when an unfamiliar teacher from the school called and asked him to go directly to the police station.

Putting down the phone, Jiang Song aborted the meeting and drove over in a hurry.

At that time, Gu Changxi was as tall as a joint, but his frame had not yet been supported, and he was as thin and tall as a hemp stalk.

Squatting side by side with another boy in the corner, he looks thinner.

The inquiry room was not allowed to enter, so Jiang Song could only stretch his neck and look outside, anxiously asking, "What's going on, teacher?"

"There was a conflict between the classmates, and Gu Changzhen got into a fight with him." The teacher shook his head, "They are all children in the same school, so how can there be such a big hatred! Gu Changzhen usually keeps quiet, and he will fight with his hands." People are beaten like that!"

Jiang Song took a deep breath, "They didn't beat our child, did they?"

Teacher: "...you can see for yourself."

Jiang Song narrowed his eyes and looked carefully into the inquiry room.

There was some dirt on Gu Changxi's body, and there was a big footprint printed on the side of his winter school pants, which didn't look like he had been injured.

He buried his head, Jiang Song couldn't see his expression clearly.

The boy next to him was different.

The melon seeds on the exposed head were bruised and purple, and there seemed to be a little blood oozing under one ear.

"Isn't it all right? Boys of this age fight or something and have to be sent to the police station? Your school doesn't take the students' future seriously." Jiang Song is very dissatisfied.

The students sent the police to keep their files, which might become a stain for the rest of their lives.

"That's not the case at all, comrade parents!" The teacher wiped the sweat off his brow, looked him up and down, "Are you his brother?"

"I am his guardian."

"If it's just two students fighting, of course it's not too serious. But the key is that Gu Changxi fought with six boys by himself. Now this one is standing, and the others have been sent to the hospital!" The teacher couldn't help but Know how to worry.

"Ah? Six people beat one of us Changxi?" Jiang Song's anger rose immediately, "I heard Gu Changxi say before that the students in the class who failed the exam would be yin and yang. Why are six beating one now? ?”

The teacher also had sparks, "Gu Changxi is a few years younger than the other students, and he doesn't usually like to socialize with his classmates. It's normal that he can't hang out with his classmates."

"Six students beat one younger than them, is it normal?" Jiang Song frowned at him, "Is this what a teacher should say?"

"Parent, don't get me wrong, it's other children who are injured now, not Gu Changxi!" The teacher has never seen such a thorny "parent", and seeing that Jiang Song is young and well dressed, he looks like a child. Be open and don't take him seriously.

"Isn't that whoever picks the trouble is responsible?" Jiang Song couldn't help but raise his voice.

It is estimated that the child who led the fight had some background, and Gu Changxi was usually too low-key at school. The teacher waved his hand, which seemed to be calming down, "Don't talk about it, the other two children were awake when they were sent to the hospital. They It is said that Gu Changzhen made the first move."

"Teacher, do you have something to do?" Jiang Song was furious, "They beat Gu Changxi together, even if they did it first, would they admit it?"

The teacher lost his patience, "If you say this is you, if you say that is you, will your child be perfect and fight with others?"

"What's the noise! ​​Think of it as a vegetable market!" The policeman came out of the inquiry room and knocked on the table twice with "bang bang".

He looked at Jiang Song, and it was the same as the teacher's original reaction, "Gu Changxi's brother?"

"Legal guardian." Jiang Song pressed the fire, "What can I do now?"

"Now both sides are saying that the other side strikes first. But even if Gu Changxi was defending himself, his behavior this time is considered too defensive. He injured many people in one fight. According to the regulations, he should be detained and fined. But now he has a situation. We need to check with you." The policeman gave him a list.

Jiang Song took it and looked at it at a glance.

It was an inquiry record, followed by a temporary analysis by a psychological counselor.

"The census records show that Gu Changzhen has a family genetic disease history, paranoid personality disorder, and a relative died unexpectedly due to this disease. Therefore, according to the civil behavior handling method, if he did not have the ability to control his own behavior at the time of the incident , that is exempt from liability." The policeman's long series of words made Jiang Song's head "buzz".

"What do you mean?" He looked down at the paper again.

It recorded Gu Changzhen's few words, intermittently, and some of them didn't even complete sentences.

The teacher fanned the wind with his hand, "I still don't understand? It means that if Gu Changxi is mentally ill, he can leave now."

Jiang Song exploded at once, grabbed his collar and yelled: "You f/m say it again, who is mentally ill?"

The face of the middle-aged man turned pale with fright, but his mouth was not to be outdone: "I think you are also crazy, and the whole family is mentally ill!"

Jiang Song raised his fist and was about to strike, but was stopped by the police: "Aren't you here to pick up the child? If you hit someone at the police station, you will be detained together with him!"

The chickens and dogs were jumping outside, and there was a dead silence in the interrogation room.

The young Gu Changzhen could vaguely hear Jiang Song's voice outside, but he didn't look up.

His eyes were wide open, staring at a wet tea spot on the cement floor.

The police asked him more than once who did it first, but he couldn't remember it, and he didn't even remember what he said the first time when he said it the second time.

He said he didn't know.

But he remembered why he did it.

The reason was that a boy from the foreign class asked him for Jiang Song's contact information.

He usually doesn't have much to talk about with others, rarely interacts with his classmates, and has no impression of that boy at all.

"Gu Changxi, give me your brother's phone number." The boy stood in front of his desk, blocking the light.

Gu Changxi didn't even look up at him.

"Fuck, you're so stupid, what the hell are you doing?" The boy pushed on top of his head.

Gu Changxi stood up abruptly, "What are you doing?"

"Let you give me your brother's phone number, and I will pick you up every day." The boy threw the phone up and picked it up again.

"Who are you?" At that time, Gu Changxi was not as tall or as strong as him, but his momentum had already risen.

"Hehe, you can give it if you want, why so much nonsense?" The boy grabbed the phone and grinned.

The girl who was at the same table with Gu Changzhen tugged on Gu Changzhen's sleeve, "This is a senior in high school, if he wants you, give it to him."

"I don't have an older brother." Gu Changxi sat down with a sullen face and continued to do the questions.

"You have a backbone, don't you? Little / forceful / bastard, come to the sports warehouse during the big break, and I will teach you to remember if you have an older brother." The boy turned and left.

Gu Changxi's deskmate was worried about him, so he whispered to him, "Don't go, this guy is a well-known poor student in the third year of high school, and he knows a lot of gangsters, he must have no good intentions to ask you to go to a place without a teacher."

Strictly speaking, this is not the first time Gu Changxi has encountered such a thing.

Before, many little girls asked him very tactfully if the brother who came to pick him up every day had a girlfriend.

There were even boys who asked him to hand over the book to Jiang Song.

It was "The Portrait of Dorian Gray", and Gu Changzhen opened it without authorization.

A leaf vein bookmark fell out, and there was a sentence in cursive English on that page.

"I love him, because he is like love itself should look like."

I love him because he is like what love itself should be.

During the break between classes, Gu Changxi went to the sports equipment warehouse behind the playground alone.

There are all kinds of basketball and volleyballs piled inside, as well as dozens of army green sponge mats.

The boy stood in the middle, surrounded by a few people who were about the same size as him.

"When you come, you have a kind, remember?" The boy chewed his gum and blew a small bubble.

"I'm here to tell you that I don't have an older brother." Gu Changxi stared at him.

"Then who is he? He doesn't look like you." The boy smiled, "Isn't it your father's best friend?"

Gu Changzhen's face sank, "He's not my brother."

"So I said he's your... stepmother? His face is so pretty, and he/damn/fuck you at first glance." The boy whistled, "If you really care about him, don't stand in the way of his welfare, My dick must be harder than your daddy."

Gu Changxi remembered.

It was he who moved first.

He rushed up and hugged the boy's waist, and threw him hard into a pile of footballs.

The trolley carrying the football was overturned, and black and white footballs rolled all over the ground.

Several other people rushed forward and wanted to hold down Gu Changxi.

But he didn't know what was wrong at the time, and he seemed to be completely incapable of feeling others.

He grabbed the boy, and kept dropping his thin fists, "I don't have an older brother."

"This kid is fucking crazy!" A boy kicked him in the back as he couldn't move him.

As soon as Gu Changxi turned his head, he took a football and shone it on his face, and then he fell.

Without watching him fall to the ground, he turned around and continued to smash, "He's not my brother."

Several people couldn't pull it back, and soon the person on the ground fainted.

Someone turned around and wanted to leave, but Gu Changxi pushed him to the ground, looked at him without blinking, "He's not my brother."

"You are sick! I don't care if he is your brother or not!" The man wanted to get up, but was held down again.

Gu Changxi was like a tireless machine, every punch was precise and powerful.

Finally, the people from the security office came, and several security guards stopped him together, "Stop beating! The police are on their way!"

Later he couldn't remember.

There were screams and ambulances, but also doctors and police.

Now he is squatting in the interrogation room, his mind is full of the lingering smell of sweat on the dark green sponge pad.

He thought: What did that woman mean just now?What is borderline affective disorder?Signs of mild mental illness?How slight is slight?Does Jiang Song know that he is mentally ill?It is impossible for Jiang Song to know.

Jiang Song can only know that he is number one in the school.

Jiang Song can't know.

Because Jiang Song can't leave him.

Gu Changxi crouched in the corner of the interrogation room, shaking back and forth slightly.

He racked his brains to think: What if Jiang Song finds out?

He really couldn't think of a way.

The door of the room was pushed open, and the person he was waiting for came.

Jiang Song's complexion was not very good, he was angry and tired.

The young Gu Changxi still didn't look up at him.

He was afraid that when he looked up, he would hear Jiang Song say something bad,

He was afraid that Jiang Song would say that he was no longer wanted.

"Gu Changxi." Jiang Song's tone didn't sound good.

The old circular hanging watch on the wall walked "tap-tap--" as if it would never complete a full circle.

The boy was very frightened and clenched his hands holding his knees tightly.

A hand landed on his head and rubbed it vigorously, "Go home."