His personality is not good

During rush hour, the traffic flow was slow, and when Gu Lizhou arrived at the police station, it was already past five o'clock.

Zhong Weishi was just like a kid who was left by the teacher to punish him for copying.

Holding the teacup, Mr. Li sat on the edge and pointed: "Let's analyze and analyze the possible consequences of this incident."

"Oh." Zhong Weishi couldn't write his homework, scratched his head, his face was full of anxiety and grievance, and he hoped that Gu Lizhou could take him back soon.

This is so fucking painful!

Mr. Li took the trouble to popularize legal knowledge to him.

"In our country, the profession of private detective is illegal. Any individual or organization cannot investigate others without authorization. Illegal acquisition and sale of personal information or whereabouts information, communication content, are all criminal acts!"

"If by any chance the content you took was leaked out, it's not just as simple as fine you money..."

Zhong Weishi was terrified by the word "crime", "I, I, I, I didn't, I didn't, absolutely not!..."

"Really?" Li Lao squinted his eyes, "Is it not or there is no time?"

"Absolutely not!!!" Zhong Weishi roared, and raised three fingers, "I swear! If I resell those things, I will never be a big star in my life!"

"It's fine if you don't have one." Mr. Li tapped the self-criticism on the table, "I'm here to remind you—anything, think twice before acting. You must not be greedy."

Zhong Weishi nodded sharply.

"Have you finished copying the eight honors and eight disgraces that you were asked to copy just now?"

"Not yet, not yet."

"Then keep copying."

"I can recite it all and copy it?"

"You can recite it all, why do you still make mistakes?"

"……All right."

Zhong Weishi felt that he probably encountered Mercury retrograde recently, and he was unlucky in everything he did.

When Gu Lizhou paid the fine and entered, he was stopped by a small policeman on duty: "Who are you looking for?"

Zhong Weishi turned his head with a swish, as if seeing a savior, his eyes were shining, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, just like a Samoyed welcoming its master.

The corner of Gu Lizhou's lips curled up: "I'm looking for my son."

Zhong Weishi's phrase "You are finally here" got stuck in his throat and did not come out.

"What are you staring at? You shouted so hard on the phone just now, and now you don't want to admit it?" Gu Lizhou walked over with a smile, rubbed his head, "Have you finished copying?"

Zhong Weishi brushed off his arm irritably, "Not yet."

It will be in time for dinner, and everyone in the reception room has already left.

With his arms propped on the table, Gu Lizhou lowered his head and saw a letter of self-criticism written in primary school student's handwriting.

Zhong Weishi stuffed the self-criticism into his arms before he reached out.

Gu Lizhou laughed inexplicably, "It's too hard for me to see the words written like that. There's nothing to hide."

Zhong Weishi snorted, and clamped the self-criticism book in his inner thigh very forcefully.

The incandescent light bulb above the head is a bit dazzling.

The boy lay on the table with his head tilted, and continued to copy the eight honors and eight disgraces.

From the sitting position to the pen-holding position, nothing is right. A bunch of dull hair curled up on the side of the hair, looking from the back, it looks like a sleepy college entrance examination student lying in the classroom.

Gu Lizhou put his palm on the back of his head, trying to smooth out that bunch of dull hair, but as soon as he pressed it down, it curled up again.

A certain person didn't know what to do, with an awkward expression on his face: "What are you doing? This is the police station, be careful. I will tell the police uncle that you are harassing me."

Gu Lizhou slapped his hair, Zhong Weishi raised his hand to hold the back of his head, and wrote vigorously with his right hand.

"How much more?" Gu Lizhou leaned forward and asked.

Zhong Weishi counted from top to bottom, miserable, "Thirty times."

Gu Lizhou dragged the stool to his side, and took another ballpoint pen from the pen holder.

Only then did Zhong Weishi chuckle, and handed him a piece of A4 paper, "Thank you!"

Gu Lizhou propped his cheek with one hand, and turned the pen freely and freely, "Scream Dad, I'll copy it for you."

Zhong Weishi gritted his back molars, "Are you addicted to being a father!?"

"Ah." Gu Lizhou raised his eyebrows, "It's just like the call on the phone just now, if it's a little bit more..."

Before the words fell, Zhong Weishi pushed him away with a palm, "Roll, roll, roll!"

"Unfilial son." Gu Lizhou picked up a pen and tapped on his forehead, "Is it over after using me?"

Zhong Weishi groaned, "It hurts!"

"Stop pretending to be pitiful, I didn't even try hard." Gu Lizhou pinched his chin, turned to his side, and found that there were indeed several blood marks on his right cheek, as if he had been scratched by a cat's paw.

Gu Lizhou raised his bangs and glanced at him.

A handsome face is too horrible to look at.

The skin was red and swollen, and there were bruises on the forehead. The place where I hit it just now was probably where the bruise was.

"Did you get scratched by that girl?"

"Ah, otherwise I could have fallen by myself." Zhong Weishi turned his face away and touched his chin.

"As far as your IQ is concerned, it may not be certain." Gu Lizhou said with a smile.

Zhong Weishi rolled his eyes at him, "You know how to gloat."

Two 10 minutes later.

The fifteen times that Gu Lizhou helped to copy for punishment were torn up by Mr. Li on the spot because the handwriting was too beautiful and declared invalid.

Zhong Weishi wept and recited it fifteen more times. When he walked out the door, his chest was on his back with hunger, and his mind was full of two words: Regret.

And his gloating 'father' was standing at the gate of the Public Security Bureau playing with his mobile phone, with a bag of things in his hand.

Zhong Weishi walked over and glanced down curiously, "What is it? Delicious?"

"Yes, it's delicious." Gu Lizhou put away his phone, "Take it and eat."

Zhong Weishi took it and took a look, there were some anti-inflammatory and blood-activating medicines and ointments inside.

Before the word "thank you" came out of my mouth, Gu Lizhou asked again: "Can I apply medicine? If your wound is not treated, it may leave a scar."

Zhong Weishi was taken aback for a moment, "No way! I am a powerful idol group."

The little animal grows beautifully, but Gu Lizhou couldn't help laughing when he heard the word idol, "No, no, dad will still lie to you?"

"...Is it over?"

"It's not over, remember to use iodophor to sterilize the poison first..." Gu Lizhou thought for a while and then said, "Forget it, forget it, let me help you. After a while, if your hands get into your eyes, you can only go to the egg yolk pie route."

The tone was not gentle, and even a little beating, but Zhong Weishi felt that his heart was about to soften.

I have lived for more than 20 years and met all kinds of people, but none of them are as careful, thoughtful, kind, and generous as Gu Lizhou... Even if he has no job and is lazy, these small details still make people feel that he is this People are very reliable.

The three words 'Gu Lizhou' were also the first name that came to his mind when he was helpless.

"There are chairs over there." Gu Lizhou pointed to a People's Park not far away.

Compared with taking medicine, Zhong Weishi felt that he needed some food more now.

If he doesn’t eat something, he’s afraid he’ll pass out on the road—he’s been busy since noon for information purposes, from the hotel to the police station, and he hasn’t eaten at all. Just now, he smelled a wooden barrel meal packed by the little policeman on duty. , so greedy that my saliva almost flowed out.

However, Gu Lizhou walked like flying, so he had no choice but to follow.

On the bench in the small park, two figures sat next to each other.

Gu Lizhou opened a bottle of povidone iodine, patiently looked at the instructions and production date, and then took out a cotton swab.

"Close your eyes."

As soon as Zhong Weishi closed his eyes, he felt a big hand pushing all his bangs up, and the warm palm pressed against his forehead.

"Hiss——" There was a chill on his forehead, and he reflexively dodged back.

"Hiss, what, I just touched it, but it hasn't been compacted yet." Gu Lizhou's hand holding the cotton swab went around and clasped the back of his head, and moved in front of him, "Don't move."

"Be gentle." Zhong Weishi closed his eyes and felt insecure, always worrying that his strikes were not serious, "Don't press hard, just be gentle."

"Afraid of pain? You're not a little girl, and you can't bear even a little pain? Aren't you very courageous when you secretly take pictures of people? If you make a mistake, you have to be punished, otherwise you won't be able to remember."

Zhong Weishi flattened his mouth, begging for mercy, "I know I was wrong, please be gentle..."

Gu Lizhou curled his lips into a smile.

He said it was punishment, but his finger that applied the medicine was shaking badly, especially where the skin was scratched, for fear that it would really hurt the child.

Prescribing drugs for others is far more terrifying than prescribing drugs for yourself.

Zhong Weishi's right eye was closed, and his left eye was opened with a small slit. When Gu Lizhou applied the medicine, his expression was so serious that he seemed to be undergoing a terrible operation.

Seeing his lips getting closer, Zhong Weishi was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes.

The warm breath swept from the cheeks to the end of the eyes, and the place where the medicine was applied felt cool.

There is also the rustling sound of passers-by stepping on dead leaves.

Zhong Weishi smelled a faint mint smell, like some kind of hard fruit candy that he ate when he was a child.

Grapes or peaches?

The attention was entirely elsewhere, and the tingling of the wound became minimal.

"Don't open your eyes." Gu Lizhou said.

Zhong Weishi thought he was going to stick a Band-Aid, so he pursed his lips and smiled, and gave a very obedient "Oh".

The next second, I heard the click of the camera and Gu Lizhou's unscrupulous laughter, "I'm still an idol, it's so ugly hahahahaha - I will definitely release this photo for you when you become popular in the future fans look at."

"..." Zhong Weishi clenched his fists.

Hold on hold on hold.

Homicide.

Huangfuqiang and the others were all brought home by their parents' ears, and they were severely beaten. The birthday party had to be postponed until the Gregorian calendar.

"I'll just treat you to dinner, what do you want to eat?" Zhong Weishi packed all the medicine boxes and stuffed them back into the bag.

Gu Lizhou: "Whatever."

The consequence of being casual is of course that Zhong Weishi took him into a fly restaurant that seemed to have substandard food hygiene.

The walls are full of oily fumes, but the business seems to be going well, and the dozen or so square tables are not enough to sit on.

Several shirtless men were sitting around, drinking and smoking. The lobsters on the table had already been peeled off a large bowl, and they were sitting in an unassuming posture, and there was almost no whole deck chair there.

That table was the most noisy in the whole room, and the shop assistants were sweating profusely.

The proprietress greeted warmly: "Sit down and order whatever you want, and call me when you're ready."

"That, that, that!" Zhong Weishi saw a couple getting up and leaving, and hurriedly pushed Gu Lizhou's shoulder to grab a seat.

Probably because he smelled the aroma of the food, Gu Lizhou's stomach growled twice.

"Are you hungry too?" Zhong Weishi chuckled and pushed the menu to him.

"Nonsense, I haven't eaten since morning." Gu Lizhou said.

"No way..." Zhong Weishi looked contemptuous, "You won't be hungry until now just to take a meal from me, you are awesome."

"You think I'm you!" Gu Lizhou raised the menu and wanted to hit him on the forehead, but this time he stopped it in time.

"I suffered from insomnia last night, and I got up late today. When you called me, I just woke up not long ago." Gu Lizhou explained.

"Insomnia? Why do you suffer from insomnia? Is it like this when you get older? My grandma seems to be like this too." Zhong Weishi asked a series of questions.

Gu Lizhou's beating movements were like lightning.

"Oh." Zhong Weishi rubbed his head and lay down on the table, "Why do you have insomnia? Is it because you can't find a satisfactory job?"

Gu Lizhou: "Seeing you is so annoying, I think about how to dismember you every day."

Zhong Weishi lay down on the table and laughed.