Street office where the wind lives

wrong!wrong!The idea was wrong from the beginning!Several old fritters who add up to more than 100 years old were actually led by the nose by a high school student.

The smashing of the window of Mrs. Huo's house was the beginning. The crown prince was at school in the middle of the night and it was impossible to go out.The next day, the doorbell rang during the daytime. It was after the summer camp was over, and both the crown prince and Wu Mian might have tampered with it.Calculated in this way, the crown prince can only appear on the scene for half of the time, and Wu Mian's timeline still overlaps, but Wu Mian can be online for the whole time, but before the attention was all on the crown prince, he was completely ignored.

"Mr. Luan, show me the Crown Prince's English composition again." The light bulb above Nie Yiming's head lit up, and a new idea emerged in his mind.

Wei Nanfeng held Luan Zhou's hand, and gave Mario a look, and the latter understood immediately, "I have it in my phone, you can just turn to the next two pages." Mario found a screenshot from the album and showed it to Nie Yiming.

As a high-achieving student who graduated from the Public Security University, even if all the knowledge in the textbooks is returned to the teacher, it is still more than enough to understand a high school English composition.Soon, Nie Yiming read the passage where the crown prince secretly rang the doorbell of Mrs. Huo's house.

Sure enough, this paragraph is too sloppy compared with the description in the next article, which is comparable to a novel. There is only one sentence "Irangthebellagainandagain." inconsequential.

Why was the window of Mrs. Huo's house smashed in the evening, and why did the crown prince write down the first thing in his composition to ring the doorbell the next day?

The obvious answer was that he had no idea about smashing windows.

For something that he had never done or even knew about, the Crown Prince pleaded guilty without even refuting it.

"Then, there are nothing more than two reasons why he made such a decision. One is to cover up the real perpetrator, and the other is that he has a clue in the other party's hands." Nie Yiming put down his phone, feeling that he was possessed by Sherlock Holmes, and said With a nose and eyes, he really looks like a dog-headed detective.

Mario caught his mobile phone from mid-air with sharp eyes, and put it back into his pocket with lingering fear.

Seeing that the other three reacted mediocrely, Nie Yiming coughed and pretended that nothing happened just now. He was so busy that his brain power was exhausted, and his stomach began to growl uncontrollably.

He hurriedly installed his notebook, got up awkwardly, and tried to cover his protest with his voice, "Thank you for your hard work today, I will go to Wu Mian's house tomorrow to see what the hell these two kids are up to. "

Luan Zhou gets sleepy after eating, sick people have bad tempers, and are too stingy to care about other people's lives. Hearing this, he nodded lazily at Nie Yiming, turned to the side and poked his phone.

Mario stayed and watched him, and the task of seeing off the guests naturally fell to Wei Nan's limelight. The two handed each other a cigarette at the entrance of the hospital, and made an appointment to go to Wu Mian's house together tomorrow.

Wei Nanfeng politely asked the other party if he would like to have some supper together, Nie Yiming almost bit his tongue, "Hahaha don't bother", jumped into the car, and fired like a bazooka.

Wei Nanfeng blinked on the spot, not knowing why.Turning around to go upstairs, I found a cigarette butt left in my hand, clicked it, pressed it on the trash can, went to the small shop to buy a stick of chewing gum, breathed on the palm of my hand after chewing, and went back to make sure the smell of smoke was gone.

This reminded him that injured people can't smoke!After returning to the ward, Luan Zhou was forced to hand over the cigarettes.

"Give it back to me! I promise you, only one a day!"

"No, you've been hurt for a hundred days, and before you recover from your injury, this~" Wei Nanfeng shook the transparent cigarette case in his hand, "Let's separate for a while."

Luan Zhou wanted to cry, but he couldn't beat him again and again.When he was in good health, he was nothing compared to Wei Nanfeng, but now he has a hole in his stomach, and his whole body is like paper, so he can only open his Weibo secretly, and change his profile to: Well-known health blogger host.

Use this to numb yourself, pretending that he is a good contemporary young man who doesn't smoke, drink or stay up late.

Oh, what a sin!

……

Compared with Luan Zhou, Wu Mian has been a "child from other people" since he was a child. His parents are civil servants with excellent grades. He has never fallen out of the top five in his grade. Under this halo, the envy of other children is really jealous. Envy is also true envy.

If he is a nerd who only knows how to study, his life will be more tragic. Fortunately, this child is probably a soul kissed by God. Not only can he learn, but he also knows how to be a man at a young age.From kindergarten to high school, the title of monitor has never left him.

In order not to put pressure on this "good boy", Wei Nanfeng and Nie Yiming knocked on the anti-theft door of his house under the banner of a census of extracurricular activities for teenagers.

After a while, a man poked his head out from the door, smiling like a spring breeze.

Nie Yiming almost dropped his head in shock: "Shen, Qiu, Hao! Why are you here?"

Wei Nanfeng had no impression of Shen Qiu. One of the people who went to the police that day seemed to be some kind of psychological consultant.

Judging by Nie Yiming's reaction, they didn't pass their breath in advance. It seems that Shen Qiuhao also sensed that something was wrong, and even went to the door before they did.

Facing Shen Qiuhao's eager eyes, Nie Yiming remembered the scene when he got off the car yesterday, and he couldn't help but get angry: "Well, it's a vacation, so I came here to work overtime."

Shen Qiuhao was provoked by his yin and yang, but he didn't get angry. He tilted his head and stuck out his tongue at Wei Nanfeng, acting like a master, "You two would rather stand outside to feed the mosquitoes than come in and sit?" Then she turned her head and shouted into the room: "Wu Mian, pour water for the two elder brothers."

Nie Yiming: ...

"Are you really from our team? Where can I put my face as the captain who is familiar with the suspect?"

Wu Mian and Wei Nanfeng are old acquaintances, but it was the first time they met Nie Yiming, and they actually accurately judged his identity as a dog who stayed up all night and worked overtime. A cup of warm white boiled with goji berries.

Nie Yiming couldn't help admiring him: This kid is really a genius!

Shen Qiu didn't give up too much. Just four or ten minutes ago, he came to the door as a teacher and took the lead in a scene of home visits.Wu Mian didn't expose him even after he knew he was a member of the police. The two teamed up and coaxed his mother to go out to buy vegetables, and stayed to eat dumplings at noon.

Nie Yiming looked at the room full of people, big and small, and trembled: I should be under the car, not here...

Wu Mian's bedroom has a large bay window. According to the conventional building design, it should be configured as a master bedroom. Behind the curtains is a faint astronomical telescope.

Shen Qiuhao noticed that after entering the door, Nie Yiming's eyes never moved away from the window sill, as if there was something special outside the window that deserved his attention.

So, out of the psychologist's sensitive intuition, he silently led the topic over.

"Do you usually have a hobby of stargazing?" Shen Qiuhao pointed to the telescope and raised his chin at Wu Mian.

A trace of vigilance flashed across the boy's Gujing Wubo's face, like a tiny crack opening in the three-foot-frozen lake, and he couldn't find it in a blink of an eye. He smiled and said, "Yes, it's a pity that the view here is not good. It is difficult to observe celestial bodies in a condensed state. It is said that there will be a total lunar eclipse at the end of the month, so take it out in advance to practice." He pulled the telescope out from behind the curtain and asked Shen Qiuhao: "Do you want to try it?"

Shen Qiuhao waved his hand, expressing that he knew nothing about astronomy.On the other hand, Nie Yiming shamelessly rubbed over, fiddled with Wu Mian twice with great interest, and patted him on the shoulder appreciatively, boasting that the young man really had ideas, but in fact he silently remembered the telescope. model.

At noon, Wu Mian's mother served a few large bowls of dumplings for several people, and also made some refreshing side dishes. At the dinner table, Wu Mian looked like a gentle, courteous and obedient child in front of his mother, answering any questions fluently. The host and guest enjoyed a meal.

It made several uninvited "weird Shushu" feel that sitting down would be considered trespassing.

So, one rushed to wash the dishes, the other rushed to put away the dishes, and Nie Yiming was in charge of the remaining half of the dumplings, and carried out the CD-ROM operation to the end.

……

If there is a list of the most annoying experiences in life, "hospitalization" will definitely be at the top of the list.After a whole day, Luan Zhou heard Ms. Sang Ting's powerful nagging in his left ear, and Mario's non-stop "hahahahahaha" in his right ear.

He had never missed Wei Nanfeng so much for a moment, wished for the stars and the moon, and hoped that he would come back soon and replace the two perpetual motion machines.

Unexpectedly, Wei Nanfeng didn't look forward to it, but looked forward to another loud voice - Mrs. Huo.

Sang Ting knew that his son's injury was indirectly related to the old lady, so he didn't like to see Mrs. Huo very much, so he didn't want to say anything, but it was rare for him to be quiet for a while.

Mrs. Huo has always turned a blind eye to people with a bad aura, and as soon as she entered the door, she rushed towards Luan Zhou, clutching his hand tightly, her eyes turned red.

"Xiao Luan, didn't you promise to be a cheerleader for grandma? That little bastard actually hurt you like this! Now it's cheap for Xiao Wei, he's him every year, and everyone is old. Who wants to give grandma Vote... woo woo woo”

Luan Zhou's emotion turned into froth in an instant: "Grandma, so you're not sad because I got hurt..." I'm a little lucky that I don't have to be a damn cheerleader anymore!

Ms. Sang Ting gave a very cooperative "tss". Seeing that Mrs. Huo accidentally slipped her tongue, she hurried back to make up for it: "Oh, what did you say, of course grandma loves you even more!" She opened the lunch box she brought , In an instant, the aroma of chicken soup wafted throughout the room.

All the gluttons in Luan Zhou's belly were hooked out, and now he can recognize Mrs. Huo as his grandmother.Ms. Sang Ting's cooking skills are basically at the level of expulsion from New Oriental. Luan Zhou grew up eating hundreds of meals.

Because the wound was in the abdomen, Luan Zhou didn't dare to drink too quickly, but the can of soup finally bottomed out.Mrs. Huo saw that his pale face was finally stained with blood, and the wrinkles on his smiling face could kill flies.

In fact, she still loves the child very much. The old man is just like a child. As long as you follow her, she will treat you with all her heart.

After cleaning the lunchbox after eating, Mrs. Huo was going back to the community to practice dance with everyone. Only then did Luan Zhou notice that her lameness seemed to be getting worse. Now crutches are completely indispensable for her.

He stopped Mrs. Huo, "Grandma", and asked, "Is your leg good for dancing? Do you want to register and see, don't drag a small problem into a big problem because of the competition, the body is more important. "

Mrs. Huo paused, and was in a trance for a moment. No one had cared about her so much for a long time. The last time she talked to her children on the phone was several months ago.

She forced herself to come back to her senses, and she looked like a hundred-forged steel again, her crutches slammed on the floor boldly, like a mountain king who monopolizes the mountain, with a sword that never grows old.

"Gout, what a fuss! Just go to the clinic and get a few plasters. This minor injury and pain won't affect your Grandma Huo's performance. Don't worry."

Luan Zhou saw that she was full of energy and was still in the posture of being able to fight ten, so he was relieved.

Mrs. Huo held the crutch with one hand, and swayed the lunch box with the other, leaving Luan Zhou with a chic back: "Hurry up and recover from your injuries, kid, and then go to appreciate grandma's heroic appearance! I'm leaving~"

Luan Zhou nodded vigorously. That day, he kept watching Mrs. Huo's back until she limped and disappeared around the corner.

Luan Zhou opened the calendar, set the game date as a special reminder, and then excitedly logged on to a certain treasure, ready to choose a set of ingenious "cheerleader uniforms" for Wei Nanfeng~

The author has something to say: Luan Zhou: Hey hey, maid outfit, kimono, or nurse uniform?