The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

Song Nan remembered the sentence he heard somewhere, when there is only one lie in ten sentences, that lie will become true; and when nine out of ten sentences are lies , then the only truth will lose its persuasiveness.

Song Nan didn't know whether what Huang Diwen tried to defend himself was true or false. Huang Diwen followed Song Nan's buttocks since he was a child, and Song Nan also brought him up. I understand, but when everyone pointed out that he was wrong, Song Nan didn't know whether his younger brother was a lie in the truth, or the only truth mixed in the lie.

Although Song Nan lived with Huang Diwendai in the urine, it was the first time that he was a parent. He never even had the opportunity to be educated, so how could he educate others well?

Therefore, he not only questioned Huang Diwen's conduct, but also doubted whether he was qualified to be a "parent".

When Huang Dingguo was alive, Huang Diwen never had this kind of situation, and he didn't even have the opportunity to invite parents. At most, when the final exam was not satisfactory and the parent meeting was held, the head teacher would stay 10 minutes longer.

Everyone said that the girl's injury was caused by him pushing her, but he was the only one who didn't admit it. Only now did Song Nan realize that being a parent still had such difficult choices.

Huang Diwen has been silent since he got in the car, and Song Nan didn't know how to talk to him, but when the car stopped, Feng Yue called Huang Diwen who got out of the car and went straight to the house, " Go and apologize to Tan Shijia tomorrow."

Huang Diwen frowned immediately, "I didn't push her."

These words have almost become all the lines he refuted people today.

"Whether you push her or not, is it because she is emotional that she gets hurt?" Feng Yue said persuasively, "Is the reason why she is emotional because you have a dispute with her?"

Huang Diwen opened his mouth and finally nodded.

"Then you should say sorry to her, shouldn't you?" Feng Yue asked again.

Although Huang Diwen was extremely reluctant, he still nodded, "But I really didn't push her, can you trust me?"

Before Fengyue could open his mouth, Song Nan couldn't listen anymore, and waved his hand at Huang Diwen irritably, "You've been saying this for a day, do you have evidence? All the witnesses say you pushed it, What about you? Can someone testify for you?"

Huang Diwen curled his lips, and was even more aggrieved by Song Nan's yelling, "Brother, don't you believe me?"

Song Nan raised his breath, but he couldn't get out of his mouth. He didn't answer, didn't shake his head, and took the key directly into the house.

He was very contradictory, he didn't know whether to believe the eyes of the people or his brother's excuse, he didn't dare to answer easily, for fear of hurting this timid and cowardly brother.

But he didn't understand, such an evasive non-answer seemed to Huang Diwen more inclined to acquiesce.

Song Nan was naturally not in the mood to make dinner because of Huang Diwen's incident. He opened the refrigerator and looked. Two days ago, a worker said he wanted to eat dumplings. Put it in the refrigerator, the fear is that one day when I feel lazy and don't want to cook, I will deal with it.

Didn't expect it to come in handy so soon.

Song Nan ordered a pot of dumplings, but when he came out of the pot, he didn't see Huang Diwen sitting at the table waiting. He couldn't help but frowned, and asked Feng Yue, who was holding a tablet and didn't know what he was looking at, "Where are the others?"

Feng Yue rushed upstairs and raised his chin. Song Nan put down the bowl and planned to go upstairs, but was stopped by Feng Yue.

"Let's keep it for him. I guess it won't taste like a stutter if you call it down. I'll come down and eat it by myself when I'm hungry." Feng Yue said.

Song Nan threw an empty plate in front of him, then scooped up the plate himself, went into the kitchen and poured out some vinegar and chili oil, sat down on a chair, and said in a bad tone, "Does he still have face?" Weikou? What did I say? I should be the one who has no taste.”

"Why does he have no face?" Feng Yue symbolically scooped two dumplings onto the plate, without any vinegar or spicy oil, and just took a bite.

"He..." Song Nan opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to say it.

Yeah, why does he have no face?

"You also think he pushed people, right?" Feng Yue said suddenly.

"I don't." Song Nan retorted subconsciously, and only after refuting did he realize that the part of his heart was inexplicably weak.

"You have." Feng Yue said decisively, "When the restaurant owner pointed out that the person responsible for the fight was Xiao Wen, your attitude changed."

Song Nan opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to refute, but Fengyue didn't give him this chance, he glanced at Song Nan, and continued, "Maybe you think you don't, but the bystanders are the ones who can see the most clearly , Xiaowen's defense is too weak, you just don't want to believe that you have been with you since you were a child, watched the people who grew up, thought you knew all the people in him, but it seems that they are not what you think, you are disappointed , but you don't want to admit it, and you don't want to believe it."

Song Nan was stunned, Feng Yue's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart one after another, every word was very powerful and hit the vital point directly, leaving him speechless.

When Feng Yue analyzed his inner thoughts, Song Nan's first reaction was, ah, it seems to be true.

Sometimes, Song Nan feels that Fengyue is not only a teacher or a rich man, he may also have some kind of mind-reading skills that ordinary people don't know, like a roundworm growing in his stomach, he can do whatever he thinks See through at a glance.Even if it's his self-deception, he can peel back that layer of tulle to see what's really going on underneath.

"I..." Song Nan put down his chopsticks, leaned back on the chair, took out half a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook out one, lit it in his mouth, took a deep breath, and then said slowly, "I don't know Should I believe him, I thought I understood him, but everyone said he was wrong... I... I don't know, I haven't encountered such a situation, I may... maybe I am not a good brother. "

"You have done a good job." Feng Yue said.

"Really?" Song Nan looked at him and sighed, "I don't even have the most basic trust in him."

"Trust is not unconditional belief," Feng Yue said, "Everything is right and wrong, if you know that what the other party is doing is wrong and still believe that he is right, that is harming him." Feng Yue said here suddenly After a pause, "Of course, although I haven't known Xiaowen for a long time, I believe in him. Even if Tan Shijia's injury is really related to him, he must have a reason for the attack."

Song Nan suddenly stood up from the chair, why didn't he think of this?

Don't look at Huang Diwen's cheerful and hippie smile all day long, that's just in front of him, even in front of Fengyue occasionally, it's just two or three months of getting acquainted, that Tan Shijia, Song The man didn't hear the name he mentioned, and he didn't even hear the name of a classmate with a good relationship from Huang Diwen's mouth. How could he do anything to someone for no reason?

Thinking of this, Song Nan suddenly felt that his previous attitude was very problematic. He should ask clearly what happened in advance instead of blindly asking about the results and accusations. He also wondered if Huang Diwen was angry with himself at the moment.

Song Nan put out his cigarette butt and turned around to go upstairs. He wanted to ask Feng Yue about this point, but was stopped by Feng Yue.

Feng Yue pointed to a dumpling with a round belly in the basin, "It would be too dishonest to apologize and not bring something."

Song Nan was startled, and smiled at him knowingly, "It's still you who are teachers with a lot of brains." After speaking, he took an empty plate and put a large plate for Huang Diwen, and when he left, he didn't forget to give it to Feng. Yue also caught two in the already empty plate, "You're welcome, eat more, there are still in the pot."

Fengyue: "..."

Song Nan came into the room with dumplings, and Huang Diwen was lying on the desk, his shoulders twitched, and he looked like he was crying.

Song Nan seldom saw him cry. Even though he was often bullied by students like Wang Lei, he never cried with him once. On the day his father passed away, he only cried twice when he saw Song Nan shed tears. It seems that I didn't know how to cry when I was sad when I was young.

So, when Song Nan saw him crying on the table, he froze at the door for a moment, not knowing whether to enter or not.

On the contrary, Huang Diwen lifted up from the table as if he was frightened when he heard the door opening, and turned his face to look in the direction of the door. His black eyes were watery, and the tip of his nose was red, like a clown. .

"Do you want to eat dumplings?" Song Nan raised the plate in his hand and asked.

Huang Diwen wiped his face, seemed a little embarrassed, bit his lip and nodded, whispered, "Eat."

Song Nan closed the door and put the dumplings in for him and put them on the desk, then passed the chopsticks to him, raised his hand and scratched the bridge of his nose, "I cried like a clown, it's so ugly."

Huang Diwen sniffed, for some reason, the tip of his nose became sour, and tears fell down again.

Song Nan shivered in fright, and quickly withdrew his hands, "Hey...you don't..." Since he was a child, he has never seen Huang Diwen cry a few times. In fact, he has never seen anyone cry. I have no experience in coaxing people, so I was at a loss for a while.

Huang Diwen sniffed his nose twice, and laughed himself first, staring at the dumplings on the plate, "What's the smell?"

"Beef with celery." Song Nan hurriedly said, "Don't you like this most? I asked Li Jian to make it for us. It's too big to be in the pot."

"Yeah." Huang Diwen took a big bite, and then buried himself in eating. Song Nan hurriedly touched the glass on the table and went to the living room to get him a glass of water.

Seeing that Huang Diwen seemed to be having a good time eating, as if all the unhappiness before had been shed with tears, Song Nan's feeling of discomfort slowly climbed up again.

He actually suspected that Huang Diwen had lied to him. He would rather believe that outsiders would not believe his brother, and he kept questioning him. He was really damned.

Thinking of this, Song Nan coughed twice, interrupted Huang Diwen's eating, and said solemnly, "Brother, I apologize to you. It was because of my bad attitude before. Can you not take it to heart, and don't bear grudges against brother."

Huang Diwen swallowed the dumplings in his mouth, stared blankly at Song Nan, as if he didn't expect him to apologize to him.

Full of grievances, no one understood, and even his elder brother yelled at him along with the others. He was scared and angry, but he had nowhere to vent.He originally thought that the teachers and classmates didn't believe what he said, at least his brother was on his side, but he didn't, which made Huang Diwen feel wronged and sad. The more he cried, the sadder he became, but what he didn't expect was that Song Nan would come to apologize to him.

Huang Diwen shook his head with a sore nose, and said in a trembling voice, "It's my fault..."

Thinking of what Feng Yue said before, Song Nan suppressed his curiosity, and imitated Feng Yue's tone and asked, "You are not bad, but I am the one who got angry with you without asking the ins and outs of the matter clearly. I should apologize to you."

Huang Diwen's eyes widened suddenly, and he pointed at Song Nan and said, "You! You just said an idiom!"

"Ah?" Song Nan's emotions were finally brewing, because Huang Diwen's interruption finally failed.

"You just said an idiom, and you used it correctly." Huang Diwen continued, rubbing his hands happily, "Brother, you are smarter than me, and you learn things really fast."

Song Nan originally asked the ins and outs of the matter before taking out his parents' WeChat to educate him earnestly, but he was inexplicably praised by the person being educated, which made him dumbfounded.

"Don't interrupt." Song Nan was rarely praised, and unconsciously raised a smile on his face, but thinking that he should be serious at the moment, he hurriedly stopped smiling and said to Huang Diwen, "I ask you, what happened at that restaurant at noon, You tell me clearly."