Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui was pressed against the back of the teaching building and kissed, because he was worried that people would find out that he did not dare to make any sound, and tried his best to calm his nervous breathing.

He wanted to push it away but was restrained by the other party, so he could only fall into this sudden kiss, and the other party grabbed it gently and firmly in his mouth.

He could clearly hear the sound of water as their lips intertwined. Fortunately, the sound of rain covered their movement under the black umbrella.

The heavy rain stopped at some point, and the last drop of rain fell from the tip of the umbrella. Song Zui got out from under the slanted umbrella, dripping body fluid remained on his lips.

He wiped it off with the back of his fair hand, and the warm liquid stuck to his skin as if silently reminding them how intense their kiss was just now. He squeezed his hands and pretended to be calm and walked forward.

On the way, a classmate greeted him and he responded calmly. Suddenly he heard a lazy sentence behind him: "Baby, you forgot something."

Song Zui stopped in doubt, he only carried a schoolbag today, where else is there?While he was meditating, He Shanting Shi Shiran took away the exquisitely crafted black umbrella.

"Remember to take away the boyfriend you kissed."

The tone is very natural.

Thinking of the kissing scene, Song Zui's breathing was difficult to calm down, and his fair and transparent earlobe was hot, and he wondered why this person didn't die.

He didn't really want to take this boyfriend away, he paused and walked forward, but then he held his hand tightly.

Song Zui was not used to such close contact, he wanted to break free but there was warmth from the cold palm, maybe people who are afraid of the cold could not resist the natural warmth, so he lowered his eyes and did not break free again.

Just make a contribution to society, so as not to harm others.

Song Zui called again when he got home, and when he answered the phone, he heard an angry voice: "Now that your wings are hardened, you don't want to pay, believe it or not, I will go to the Xu family to ask for money? People like them want face the most. Don't try to raise your head in the Xu family."

"up to you."

Facing the panic on the phone, Song Zui just hung up the phone indifferently. As long as he didn't come to the school, he had nothing to do with what happened to the Xu family, let alone that kind of person would not be able to enter the Xu family's door at all.

He closed his phone and sat at the desk to read, but the man insisted on sticking to him, and the warm breath from his neck forced him to hold the page distractedly.

This completely affected his normal reading.

He didn't know if it was like this when they were in love, anyway, when talking with Xu Ning, Xu Ning was always indifferent to him, it seemed that it was a gift to see him more, and of course he didn't want to see Xu Ning.

After the rejection was fruitless, the boy let the man lean on him like an appointment.

It has been raining for three consecutive days in the southwest, and this small town in the south of the mountain is covered with thick water. The town with a permanent population of less than [-] is built near the mountain, and the ground is full of puddles of different sizes.

Under the shade of blue tiles and white walls, Police Officer Wu walked on the flagstone road and splashed half of his trouser legs. He found a small one-story house based on his memory.

Different from the surrounding traditional buildings in Shannan, the walls of the bungalows are eye-catching white, and the tiles are neat black tiles. It is obviously a residence for foreigners. The wooden sign hanging on the door is crookedly written with a Song character.

This is the Song family.

Thick dust accumulated on the concrete steps, and brown-yellow rainwater oozes from the walls. It is not difficult to judge that no one has lived there for a long time, and maybe no one has even visited the house.

He came here three years ago, but at that time the building was empty. The only difference between now and the past is that the house is older. The old neighbor of the Song family recognized him: "I'm afraid this house will be demolished."

"Hasn't Song Zui come back?"

"You smoke." The yellow-toothed neighbor handed Police Officer Wu a cigarette, "That kid has always been careless since he was a little boy, so how could he be willing to come back after finally going out? He didn't even come back on Teacher Deng's memorial day."

"We don't take anything."

Officer Wu frowned and didn't take the cigarette. Although he hated Song Zui, he admired Song Zui's father, Deng Aimin.

Everyone knows that Shannan has inconvenient transportation and has been poor since ancient times. Deng Aimin, who graduated from a prestigious school, was the first teacher to come to Shannan. He fell in love with a local woman surnamed Song and married. Unfortunately, his wife gave birth to Song Zui and died of bleeding.

"How is his relationship with his father?"

Officer Wu came here this time to re-investigate the case three years ago. Any crime has loopholes. He doesn't believe that 16-year-old Song Zui can really leave no trace.

"Hey, that's not an ordinary thing." The neighbor shook his head, "He always thinks that Mr. Deng killed his mother, and he has been against Mr. Deng since he was a child. He either skipped class or fought. You didn't see how fierce he was fighting, and he often slipped away. Playing games in the game hall in the county town is a bully in the town."

"Teacher Deng goes to class every day with trepidation, and sometimes get out of class ends at [-] o'clock in the evening. When I get home, I have to take care of the things he caused. If you want me to say that his father's pancreatic cancer is caused by his anger, he is a born evil star."

"Sky Fiend Lone Star?"

Officer Wu tasted a different meaning.

"Ms. Deng is a good man. Those who were favored by his father collected his father's medical expenses, but he died in the hospital not long after." The neighbors stood two steps away from the Song family as they spoke.

"His parents didn't talk about it, just said that Grandma Liu, who used to live next to Song's house, was the first to take the lead in donating money. She was taken to a big hospital."

When the neighbor said this, his tone was full of envy: "Hey, this person is really incomparable to others. Liu Yong looks clumsy and tongue-tied. He still has two dollars for business. He bought all the houses in the county. Here is that Volvo. It belongs to Liu Yong."

Police Officer Wu looked at the car parked in front of Song's house. He was used to seeing good cars in the Shanghai market. Volvo was nothing, but it was a luxury car in the remote Shannan.

After the door opened, Liu Yong got out of the car with a face full of anger, as if he had an argument with someone, but when he saw him, he immediately changed into a forced smile.

Seeing that he seemed a little nervous, Liu Yong handed him a soft note with trembling hands for a long time: "Officer, are you here to find Song Zui? I swear I have never seen him."

"I looked for him at Shanghai University." Officer Wu didn't accept the cigarette. "This time I want to ask about his situation again. Do you still have any impression of the case back then?"

Liu Yong opened his mouth, then flinched and shook his head.

Officer Wu glanced at him and asked, "I heard you're in business?"

"Hey, any business is a small business. Fortunately, I bought a house in the county. The old lady is worried about the old house, so don't ask me to come back and take a look."

Police officer Wu didn't ask any more questions, probably because Liu Yong, who had been silent in the past, was much more tactful because of business, and he really knew about Song Zui pretty well.

He has seen many juvenile delinquents in the juvenile detention center. When they are arrested, they always cry bitterly that they have difficulties. In all likelihood, they say that they had an unfortunate childhood.

But childhood misfortune is not a reason for crime. Suffering is like a ruler, which can measure a person's true moral standard. Some people are born with weak moral sense.

For example, Song Zui.

Compared with his peers whose father is a murderer, Song Zui has a father who can be called a moral model, but he has developed a stubborn temper.

He would still understand if it was for his father's medical expenses, but the kind-hearted people who have donated money still don't look back on this road. At the same time, they are not half grateful for the town of Shannan, immersed in the charming prosperity of the Shanghai stock market. .

Officer Wu left after asking questions, and after he left, Liu Yong, who had a weak expression, spat at the Song family and called viciously: "I know where he is now."

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