Street office where the wind lives

Luan Zhou gently pulled someone's hand that was about to plot evil, and just separated his lips and tongue for a moment, Wei Nanfeng hurriedly pressed it over again, Luan Zhou put two fingers up in time to stick to his lips, "It's almost enough, one-armed hero !"

Wei Nanfeng didn't let go, his thin lips were still rubbing against his cheek.

Luan Zhou: "Get up, rub my face with drool."

Wei Nanfeng: "Good boy, charge your battery."

His voice was as pleasant as if it had been magnetized. Every time he whispered in his ears, an electric current would flow through him, and the tingling feeling traveled from the tips of his ears all the way to his limbs.

no!You have to restrain how much you send!There is also a light bulb of unknown origin squatting by the wall!Luan Zhou thought to himself.

He took the initiative to jump off Wei Nanfeng's feet, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Director Wei, it's time to work."

Who knew that Wei Nanfeng gave him an aggrieved look, but didn't move.

"Tsk, do you still want me to invite you?"

Even though Luan Zhou is thin, he is still a big man weighing about [-] jin. Standing on the back of his feet for a long time without moving his nest, it is true that his feet are numb. Wei Nanfeng does not want to move, or he cannot move. It's as if thousands of ants are biting at the same time, it's so sour, I can't believe it!

"Come here and help me, my feet are really numb."

"Oh, you are still injured and insist on playing hooligans, Director Wei, you should be No. 1 on Wuyi Road."

Luan Zhou moved over noblely and coldly, lifted Wei Nanfeng's arm to put it on his shoulder, stretched his hand from behind to support his waist, and touched it by the way, um, it feels good. "For the sake of your disability, let's go."

"Don't take the opportunity to play hooligans, little comrade, I managed to suppress the fire."

Luan Zhou's eyes followed his voice to look somewhere. Although Wei Nanfeng stretched his trousers, he could still see the small tent that was propped up. rogue!"

Wei Nanfeng didn't complain about being wronged, he had always been thick-skinned enough to cover a wall, so he just thought about it, why wouldn't he dare to admit it?Simply blatantly, Director Xiaowei's 5.0 eyesight probably also has a see-through function, and Luan Zhou suddenly felt cold all over his body, as if he was running naked.

"Work!" With a pat on the back of his spine, Wei Nanfeng shook his head carelessly and stood up straight.

He has a gifted skill, that is, he can enter the working state in a second. This job is especially related to the safety of the people on the Wuyi Road. Without changing his expression, he took the tea mug to patrol the streets.

Because of this doubt, Luan Zhou secretly asked Duo Niang: I only have a boyfriend in my heart, but what should I do if my boyfriend always cares about the people?All I got were replies from sand sculpture netizens: Are you in love with the head of state?the first lady.

Sure enough, everyone still had nothing to do with themselves, and there were always more jokes than solutions. Luan Zhou silently deleted the question, not even wanting to contribute a single gold coin.

As long as the boyfriend still puts himself first, let the rest do as he pleases!

He and Wei Nanfeng only dawdled for 10 to [-] minutes. Song Bergamot looked like he was about to die of autism, and he wanted to get stuck into the wall. between.

"Eh?" Wei Nanfeng noticed this strange move, and made a gesture, "This move is very representative."

Luan Zhou also felt familiar, "Well, Captain Nie does it often, does he want to draw a gun?"

"Damn," Wei Nanfeng said, "It seems that he is at least a soldier with a gun, not a recruit who is discharged from the army just because he looks familiar. I can ask about this part in detail later to save time."

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen, Wei Nanfeng took out a small notebook from his pocket, it was a gift from the supermarket at a discounted oil price, with a big arowana printed on the cover, he bit the pen cap off with his teeth, held it in his mouth, and shook hands with Brother Fa When going to the beach, they always have the habit of holding a toothpick. A small gesture can make them do it chicly and forcefully.

"A man who works hard is the most handsome," Luan Zhou sighed, and the fan girl sincerely does not deceive me.

Song Bergamot can't even understand a few words of human speech, so he won't ask to write keywords in advance.Ask how you want, how to ask, know everything without saying nothing.

It's just that Wei Nanfeng is a little worried, whether he will affect his language function due to brain tissue disorders, but judging from his previous performance, this function should still survive, and he looks forward to using it.

The guide started, and Song Bergamot got used to it very slowly. It seemed difficult for him to relax completely. It took about half an hour before he was willing to leave the corner. He squatted in one place for two days, and the wall was blackened. Live on the left heart, a little distressed.

"Can you still remember when you first joined the team?"

Song Bergamot kept silent. He was in an abnormal state during the psychological counseling. He could almost be called ferocious. He squatted on the corner of the table like a night cat, and he was wrapped in a disdainful temperament.

"What kind of ulterior secret is it hiding?" Luan Zhou frowned and looked at him frequently.

"Shh~" Wei Nanfeng made a silent gesture, and Song Buddha's eyes focused slightly following his guidance, as if he finally recognized that the person standing in front of him was a person, not some carrot or cabbage.

"Could it be that your question just now didn't trigger that...association?" The association Luan Zhou was referring to was for people with some memory impairments. Wei Nanfeng once gave him a science popularization during a chat, and he remembered it unexpectedly .

The memories in the minds of patients with memory impairment are fragmented and cannot be combined into a coherent timeline. To trigger a certain memory, it is necessary to find a breakthrough point to awaken this memory.

For example, if you want to ask questions about how it feels to go to school or go to work, their minds may go blank, because this is a long-term and continuous state, and there is no particularly intense conflict as a memory point. Going to school and going to work seems to be like this every day.For people who have already suffered from memory impairment, they can't even distinguish which memories belong to "going to school" and which memories belong to "going to work". I tried to find the next piece, but I lost a few pieces, and it was much more difficult to put them together again.

Wei Nanfeng glanced at Luan Zhou in amazement, put his palm on the top of his hair and rubbed it, Luan Zhou expressed that he was used to this level of sloppy hands, "Don't touch my hair" The immune system completely collapsed in front of Wei Nanfeng.

"I might as well train you as my assistant. Compared with you, the party building card is like Schrödinger's brain, and the attendance rate is extremely low. I don't carry it with me 360 ​​days a year."

"Is there someone like you who can bury people like you." Luan Zhou spread his hands, "Besides, I am now a person with millions of fans. Director Wei still relies on his mouth to seek relationships? How insincere."

Wei Nanfeng's mind fluttered a little, and he squeezed his hand: "It's work, be serious, ask for other bribes and we'll discuss it at night."

Luan Zhou gave him a thump on his chest, "I'm talking about your egg/egg/ball. I'm talking about salary increases, treats to dinner, etc."

Fortunately, they are flirting here, and people who enter the arrangement system will not be able to perceive it, otherwise they will really choke to death on dog food.

Wei Nanfeng stared at Song Bergamot. Generally, during the family rehearsal process, the parties involved are particularly eager to express, because there are too many sad, grievances or anger that cannot be explained to outsiders. Once there is a safe outlet to vent, they will fall into the bamboo tube Spit out like beans.

But Song Bergamot is just the opposite, even if you ask him, he doesn't say a word, and he doesn't even make any larger body movements.

Wei Nanfeng propped his jaw with one hand and fell into a deadlock for a moment.

Luan Zhou: "Have you encountered such a situation before?"

Wei Nanfeng stuck his whole body on the back of the chair and raised his legs, "There have been, but very few, and they are basically introverted people. This kind of people is often accompanied by serious social barriers, and they have subconsciously accepted the state of zero presence." , and are unwilling to change, and talking out their words makes them feel uneasy, and they have a sense of crisis that their territory is being invaded. If things go on like this, they lack communication, have rifts with their family members, and are unwilling to communicate with outsiders. The platoon division is full of hostility."

"But his situation..." Wei Nanfeng looked at Song Foshou again, "There is no hostility, more like indifference, or a deeper analysis, is it a kind of... despair after struggling?"

Luan Zhou's heart trembled. The word "despair" is an understatement. If you really want to reach that point, you have accumulated so many disappointments. Even the last sliver of desperate energy has been exhausted. There is no future in life, only a long life. Indefinite wait.

"Song Bergamot," Wei Nanfeng called out, and the homeless man looked up and agreed.

"You and Yao Jiantan are recruits from the same batch, so you must have a good relationship. They should be discharged together. Why are you the only one who came back?"

This question hits the nail on the head.

Silence, a long silence, so long that Luan Zhou thought that Song bergamot would not answer.Suddenly, he yelled loudly, his whole back tensed up, and he stared at Wei Nanfeng firmly, trying to grab a straw to save his life.

"He was wronged, uh... believe me, you believe me."

The voice seemed to be squeezed out between the teeth, hoarse and rough, accompanied by a slight tremolo, every word was extremely difficult, as if a fishbone was stuck in the throat.

"Who doesn't believe you?" Wei Nanfeng asked.

"They won't let me say it, why won't they let me say it, why won't they let me say it... woo..." Song Buddha's state was almost hysterical, his fists kept beating his temples, and Wei Nanfeng had no choice but to order him to stop.

"He didn't do it, he's not that kind of person, no... why don't you believe me, we're saving people, saving people!!"

Song Foshou pushed Wei Nanfeng away with his hands, his eyes were filled with hatred and confusion, as if he was full of resentment, the sword in his hand cut iron like mud, but he had nowhere to seek revenge.

Wei Nanfeng tried to stabilize his emotions, gently grabbed his wrist, pulled him to sit down, his eyes were clear and firm: "Tell me, what happened at that time? Don't be afraid, I believe you."

Two lines of muddy tears flowed down Song Foshou's face, and fell heavily on the floor with a thud.

The sound was extremely penetrating, hitting the heart's heart directly, as if it had penetrated the dark years and heard the sound of the distant past.

"Buddha's hand. From now on, if we...we want...if we enter the armed police big...brigade, we will take...care for each other, okay?"