Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Although Song Tiantian saw him trying to get out of the man's hand, Song Zui looked at the cat food in the bowl and was shocked that A Ting would take the initiative to feed the cat. He was surprisingly kind.

He let go of the heart that had been hanging all the way, and when he looked up and saw the cracks on the TV, his heart lifted again, because the agreement was signed when renting the house, and the tenant is responsible for any damage to the furniture.

He stared at the crack on the LCD screen and asked solemnly, "Who did this?"

Song Tiantian broke free from He Shanting's shackles, hugged Song Zui's leg as if complaining, and looked at the man Shi Shiran was wiping his hands with a paper towel.

He Shanting said calmly: "The cat hit the TV."

Because the tone of voice was too calm, Song Zui didn't doubt this sentence, squatted down and patted Song Tiantian's head: "How can I hit the TV, do you know that TV can't hit it?"

After the words fell, the kitten anxiously pawed at his legs with its paws, purring while pawing.

Song Zui had never seen Song Tiantian so excited before, wondering if he had wrongly blamed Song Tiantian, a man's voice came from above: "Look, it's guilty."

Song Zui pinched the kitten's round face: "I was going to buy you canned food today, but since you made a mistake today, the canned fish is out of stock."

The aggrieved Song Tiantian let out a meow, and looked at the big demon king behind the boy who dared not speak out, lying on the floor tiles with his stomach spread.

Even though Song Tiantian broke the TV, Song Zui was not willing to be too harsh. After all, Song Tiantian accompanied him to college. He walked to the TV and asked hesitantly, "What do you think we should do?"

He Shanting rolled his eyelids.

"Buy a new one."

Song Zui: "..." Pretend I didn't ask.

It is not practical to buy a new TV. I can only think about how to repair it as good as before. Because I live in an old apartment building, there is a repair shop downstairs. It is very convenient to ask someone to come up and repair it, but he feels sorry for the repair fee.

He went downstairs to buy a second-hand screen, borrowed a screwdriver to remove the back cover of the TV, and then removed the metal frame. After removing the metal frame, the only thing left was to replace the screen.

This step is the most important step. He held the edge of the screen with his hands and slowly moved into the frame of the screen. There was no skill but he needed to move smoothly and carefully. Fortunately, the screen was successfully placed in the frame.

He breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the screwdriver. After reassembling the TV with the screen separated, he also cleaned the dust, and turned on the TV to broadcast normally. There was no sign of damage.

After finishing the TV business, he tentatively said to the man on the sofa: "The school issued a rule that pets are not allowed in the dormitory, so Song Tiantian can only live here."

Although Song Tiantian is a kitten who loves cleanliness and washes his face and licks his fur every day, the problem of cat hair loss is inevitable, or stepping on a puddle leaves a paw print on the table.

This is not a problem for him, but it is a problem for Ating, who is obsessed with cleanliness. After all, Song Tiantian doesn't live for a day or two.

He was ready for the other party to refuse, but the man frowned as expected, as if you could only choose one of me and it, he couldn't help thinking how troublesome it was.

Just when he was in trouble, the man seemed to see his thoughts clearly, and said in a neutral tone: "If you want to raise it, you can raise it, lest anyone think I'm troublesome."

Before Song Zui could deny it, a hand held his slender wrist, and the other hand wiped his hands with a wet handkerchief.

The back of his hand and fingertips were dirty because he had just repaired the TV, but the man washed it with a soft handkerchief without being too dirty.

The man who was clearly a clean freak wiped his fingers one by one. The only place he held was his wrist, but his hand couldn't help trembling and became hot.

However, the other party raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Shaking so much?"

He withdrew his hand immediately, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. The burning sensation subsided under the cold water rinse. He took a deep breath and walked to the small living room to read a book.

He told himself that a funder should have the self-consciousness of a funder, that earning money is the business, and that he will finish writing a paper this month.

He sat at the old desk and took notes, holding a carbon pen in his hand and writing in the blank space of the book. The wind blew through the thin pages of the book, and he couldn't read the book for some reason.

Song Zui blamed his inability to read books on the lack of a learning atmosphere outside the school, and he returned to school before evening.

Wu Zhen will not go back to the dormitory today because there are activities in the department, which means that he is the only one in the dormitory, and the lights are not turned off on weekends. He can read books until midnight with the incandescent lamp on.

He walked quietly towards the dormitory building.

It rained heavily yesterday, but today the weather is fine and sunny, only the ground is a little wet.

The day was almost over and nothing happened, maybe he was thinking too much. Although his life is like mud, it is impossible not to give him a candy.

He walked up the stairs and saw his dormitory from a distance. The door of the dormitory was not opened, and a man in his 50s and [-]s was standing by the door.

His intuition was really accurate, his body tensed up suddenly, and he walked slowly to the door of his dormitory.

"Long time no see, Song Zui."

Officer Wu smiled.

"How did you know I was here?"

Song Zui held his hand tightly, in stark contrast to the other party's casualness, maintaining a vigilant posture.

"Don't be so nervous." Officer Wu patted the boy's skinny shoulder, "I was passing by Shanghai University on business, and I happened to see the news of your award posted on the bulletin board. I really didn't expect you to be admitted to Shanghai University."

He still remembered that when he saw Song Zui for the first time, the young man's eyes were full of sudden violence, but he didn't know what happened to him, and now his eyes are peaceful, like a child who grew up in a good family.

"Come in and sit."

Song Zui pursed his lips and opened the door with the key.

Officer Wu found a chair and sat down. He opened his mouth casually, "I came here this time just to find out about your current situation. It's not easy to live alone in a big city."

Hearing that the young man's tightly clenched hands slowly relaxed, holding the water glass, he just said, "It's okay."

"I'm really happy for you that you were admitted to such a good university." Officer Wu didn't mention anything about the past, "You can find a good job after graduation."

During the relaxed communication, Song Zui let go of some of his defenses: "I plan to do a master's and doctoral degree."

He likes to study and study at school. He doesn't need to deal with too many people. He only concentrates on academics and seals his past self in his memory, which only emerges in his dreams.

"Reading is a good thing."

"It's not bad to be a teacher in a university after a doctor's degree, and the salary is guaranteed." Officer Wu glanced at him pointedly, "Young people must follow the right path to earn money, and don't do everything for money. The police force in Shanghai is not like that in Shannan, which is backward. , will not give you any chance."

"I know."

Song Zui lowered his eyes and spoke.

After hearing his words, Officer Wu stood up from his chair, his tone was more severe than before, it was not so much a urging, but a warning.

"I'll be watching you."

When Officer Wu left, the boy's head was lowered, and after a while, the corners of his lips curled up, revealing a self-deprecating smile.

He thought that others really came to visit him, just came to warn him, and didn't believe that he would start a new life at all, but he did do anything for money.

He took out a piece of Swiss sugar from the blue jar, peeled off the sugar coating and put it in his mouth. The gloom between his brows gradually dissipated, as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly he heard the door creak, and Yu Ming stood outside the door and said in a panic, "I'll return the notes."