Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

In Night Breeze, the boy rested his head in the other's arms with peace of mind. The hands holding the man were still stiff, but this time they hugged him tightly.

It took a long time for He Shanting to open his mouth in a low voice.

"Baby, you hug me so hard I can hardly breathe."

The young man who didn't know much about his own strength was embarrassed to let go, He Shanting had a slight smile in his eyes, and put his coat on the cold Song Zui.

"We go home."

It was obviously just a very common sentence, and it would appear many times in Huaguo every day, but Song Zui hadn't heard this sentence for a long time, and he obediently let the man lead him home by the hand.

At night, Shanghai University is extremely lively. During the day, small stalls hiding in Tibet have sprung up like mushrooms after rain, shouting at the students with smiling faces, and old people walking around the streets selling cotton candy for three yuan.

They returned to their small yard through the thick smoke and fire, and the sixteenth moon rose into the sky.

The weather is getting colder and colder in recent winters, and the originally lush roses are slowly withering, and the edges of the leaves are stained with a grayish yellowish yellow.

Song Zui looked at the flowers under the moonlight and didn't regret it, because he knew that next year they would bloom again, and they would bloom even better than before.

He walked to the front of the house and opened the door. Before the door was fully opened, Song Tiantian flew down from the window sill, and fell down at his feet as if he knew he was in a bad mood, revealing his soft belly for him to touch.

Song Zui rubbed the cat's belly, opened a can of sweet orange herring for Song Tiantian, and went to the yard to prune flowers and branches after feeding it.

The blue windmill on the roof was turning slowly, and the floor-to-ceiling windows cast warm yellow lights. Looking at the halo scattered on the roses, he suddenly felt that it was not bad to live like this.

It would be even better if you can plant small roses all over the ground.

He left school early today, and it was not until ten o'clock in the evening after feeding the cats and taking care of the flowers, probably infected with insomnia, Song Zui lay on the bed and couldn't fall asleep.

The man brought him a cup of hot milk, and he sat up and took a sip of the milk: "Can you tell stories?"

He Shanting looked at the boy with bright eyes, and his thoughts went back to three years ago, when Song Zui would always ask him to tell stories, now it is no different.

He couldn't refuse at any time.

He Shanting brushed off the froth from the boy's lips with his hand, and began to tell about the song of the Nibelungen: "In the ancient Kingdom of the Netherlands, there was a famous prince named Siegfried, who was invulnerable because he bathed in dragon's blood, but there was a leaf in the bath. Falling on his shoulders, the place where the dragon's blood hasn't reached has become his weakness..."

Song Zui had heard the name of the Song of the Nibelungen, a well-known heroic epic in Germany. He wanted to appreciate it, but he closed his eyes unknowingly when he heard the name of a Western person.

When the boy closed his eyes, He Shanting went out to answer the phone.

The person on the phone carefully reported Liu Yong's situation to him: "The bill was indeed billed by the hospital, and it cost 200 million yuan in three years, not including the cost of nursing care."

"But we went to the hospital to ask. Mrs. Liu is not in the hospital at all. She only goes to the hospital when she is unconscious. The medicines she usually takes are prescribed by small clinics. She can't eat hot meals every day. Liu Yong asked acquaintances in the hospital to forge bills. I used all the medical expenses I received.”

He Shanting's lips were pursed into a thin straight line. It was hard to imagine how Song Zui survived the past three years. He paid 200 million yuan for his marrow and blood.

"Why didn't you find out before?"

The person on the phone was trembling: "Liu Yong's family moved out of Shannan three years ago. People in the town say that he is usually honest and cowardly. He dare not even catch a chicken. He really didn't think about it. We will definitely pay attention next time. "

"no more chance."

He hung up the phone in his hand with a cold voice, walked into the room after a while and asked softly the boy with closed eyes: "Liu Yong, what are you going to do?"

Song Zui, who almost fell asleep, opened his eyes, thought for a while and said, "Come and hit me once."

For the sake of the old lady, it is impossible for him to send her only son to prison, but it is also impossible for him to tolerate Liu Yong's lion opening his mouth.

When he finished speaking and heard the man laugh, he thought he was laughing at himself for being too aggressive, so he closed his eyes and skipped the topic, tugging on the man's sleeve to signal to continue telling the story.

The trip to the southwest made Police Officer Wu understand the truth of the year, but he still had a question in his mind, that is, why did Song Zui need money so much?

A 15-year-old who can calmly escape from the boxing ring will not be willing to be a bird in a cage. Prompted by this question, he plans to go to Shannan again.

Unfortunately, the bus to Shannan stopped, and he could only stay in the county for one night. Suddenly he saw Liu Yong's car in front of the entertainment club.

His impression of Liu Yong was that he was a cowardly and honest man, and he didn't even dare to say a word when he met him. He didn't expect Liu Yong to go to entertainment venues in private.

Officer Wu was not interested in knowing about Liu Yong's private life, which was not within his scope of duties, and when he was about to turn around and leave, he heard Liu Yong's voice coming from the clubhouse.

Liu Yong blushed while drinking the wine bottle, and bragged to the proprietress of the club: "Next time I will definitely get the medical bills, so I will order the most expensive wine here."

"Stop bragging a little bit, you." The charming proprietress obviously didn't like Liu Yong's words, "Didn't you get beaten back when you went to the Shanghai stock market this time?"

Liu Yong blushed and explained: "Who would have thought that Song Zui would dare to do something, and his teacher and classmates are not easy-going lamps. You see, next time I put the old lady in the classroom, do you think the grandson will beg me to carry it back? If I can force him to give it for three years, I can force him to give it for a lifetime."

Officer Wu, who was listening to the conversation, suddenly understood why Song Zui would go to the underground boxing ring to fight for his life, because Liu Yong regarded the old lady as a machine asking for money.

Out of anger, he walked up to Liu Yong and asked, "Do you know that your actions are suspected of extortion?"

Liu Yong, who was drunk, completely lost his honest appearance in front of people, and shook the beer bottle in his hand: "What kind of justice are you pretending to be now? When I don't know that you are pursuing Song Zui's case to satisfy your face, how can you Allow someone to escape from under your nose."

"Can't you see other cases? Don't say you can't see the murders and rapes. You spend so much time and energy just to prove that you were right."

Police officer Wu felt heavy when he heard Liu Yong's words. Although his original intention was to prevent any criminals from being arrested, it is impossible to say that he has no selfish intentions. He regretted that he did not catch Song Zui with his own hands, which became an injustice in his career. blemishes.

He didn't refute Liu Yong, he just complained about Song Zui: "Did you think that he was a child when you asked him for money?"

His daughter was four or five years older than Song Zui, and when his daughter was learning the piano in the bright piano room, Song Zui was fighting to the death with his fists. Such a young child had tasted the taste of blood early.

"Let me tell you the truth." Liu Yong sighed, "The old lady's illness has nothing to do with Song Zui. I broke her safe to get angry. You can even tell Song Zui the truth, he won't sue me."

When he first asked Song Zui for money, he was apprehensive, but later on he knew that Song Zui was softer than anyone else, as long as he slapped the hospital receipt, he would send the money immediately.

He had always complained to the old lady, she would always point at him and scold him for being wicked, but she treated Song Zui better than him, and turned her elbows outside, otherwise how could he have broken into the safe.

Who would have thought that dying would give him a chance to make a fortune, if the old lady hadn't had a stroke so coincidentally, how could he live a life with a good car and good cigarettes.

Even if Song Zui is unwilling to give him money anymore, he can still live comfortably in this small county with low consumption. Liu Yong is not afraid to face Officer Wu with a bottle of wine in his hand.

Police officer Wu has nothing to do with Liu Yong's rascals, even the police can't arrest people casually, he can only watch Liu Yong walk out of the club drunk.

Liu Yong stood by the side of the road and shook the wine bottle at him: "Do you want a bottle?"

Officer Wu's eyes showed deep annoyance, listening to such a smug rascal speaks is tormenting, people can be so shameless.

He saw that the wine in Liu Yong's hand looked like Song Zui's blood. It took a half-grown boy to work so hard to earn so much money, and he was completely sucking blood.

However, he could not be brought to justice.

Officer Wu felt that it was time for him to retire. At this moment, he heard the sound of a truck speeding past, followed by the sound of human limbs hitting the car.

When Police Officer Wu looked back and saw the scene of astonishment, Liu Yong, who was so proud that the law could not punish him last second, fell to the ground bloody and bloody, the wine in his hand was broken into pieces, and the wine was mixed with scarlet blood.

On the other side, He Shanting in Shanghai gently coaxed the boy to sleep.