fierce dog

Song Zhou has been detained in the police station for three whole days, and no one can see him.

Mo Dong would go to the police station to ask questions every day, but every time, he returned without a problem.

When Song Zhou came out, a week had passed.

"Sign here." The policeman who led him out took out the document and pen and handed them to Song Zhou.

Song Zhou took it silently and wrote down his name.

When the police arrived at the scene, Song Zhengguo was injured all over his body, especially his face and eyes were bloodshot.Because there is no evidence that Song Zhou's violent behavior was justifiable self-defense, and he still committed violence after Song Zhengguo stopped the illegal infringement, so the police can only arrest him, even though he beat a murderer.

This morning, Song Zhengguo expressed his willingness not to pursue Song Zhou's responsibility and to reconcile with him. That's why he was not prosecuted for Baoli's crime and was released.

How funny that it takes a murderer to forgive him in order not to be convicted.

"Song Zhou!" As soon as he stepped out of the gate of the police station, a figure rushed over immediately.

It's Mo Dong.

"How are you? Are you okay?" Mo Dong grabbed Song Zhou's arm, looked him up and down carefully, and felt relieved after confirming that he was fine.

Song Zhou looked at him: "Why are you here?"

"Come to pick you up." Mo Dong said.

He didn't say that he had been guarding the gate of the police station every day for the past few days, even the police were tired of watching him, and asked him to go home and wait for news, instead of always asking about Song Zhou's situation.

Seeing that Song Zhou didn't speak, Mo Dong said softly, "Go home first."

The Song family couldn't go back. Before Song Zhengguo was sentenced, it was completely sealed off to prevent other people from entering and leaving the scene.

Mo Dong took Song Zhou back to his place of residence, prepared new clothes for him, and asked him to take a shower in the bathroom.

After he came out of the shower, Mo Dong cautiously mentioned about Li Yan.

"Auntie's family members rushed over from other places a few days ago, and they said they would go back to their hometown for a funeral. After all, Auntie is not a local, and there are no relatives or friends here.

"The funeral is scheduled for the day after tomorrow, and they will go back by car today. Do you need me to buy a ticket for you and go back with them?"

"No need." Song Zhou's voice was low and deep.

Mo Dong looked up at him and persuaded: "After all, you are my aunt's own son. It would be better to come two days in advance and help prepare for the funeral."

"No need." Song Zhou stood up and threw the changed clothes into the trash can in the living room.

Mo Dong looked at his back, hesitated to speak a few times, and then closed his mouth.

At night, Mo Dong tossed and turned unable to fall asleep, sat up and looked at Song Zhou beside his pillow in the dark.

After coming out of the police station, Song Zhou kept silent and didn't eat much at night. After putting down the bowls and chopsticks, he lay back on the bed, with death written all over his body.

This made Mo Dong feel a little apprehensive.Although he understood that Song Zhou could not return to normal so soon, he hoped that Song Zhou could act "abnormal", hysterical or distraught, better than the current situation where he would suddenly erupt someday.

The day before the funeral, Mo Dong and Song Zhou got on the train to another place.Because the purchase was too urgent, Mo Dong didn't grab the high-speed rail ticket, causing them to sit for a full 8 hours.

"Sit by the window, it's more comfortable inside." Without a sleeper berth, Mo Dong could only take care of Song Zhou as much as possible.

Song Zhou looked up at the two empty seats in front of him, didn't speak, and sat directly on the aisle seat.

"You..." Mo Dong was about to ask him to sit in, but the people behind had already started urging him, thinking that he was standing in the middle of the aisle blocking the way.

There was no other way, Mo Dong had no choice but to quickly sit on the seat by the window.

Song Zhou didn't say anything along the way, and leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed.

Because Mo Dong was worried about Song Zhou for the past two days, he hardly slept at night. He gradually became sleepy after the train started. After nodding his head down a few times, he fell into a deep sleep.

"Would you like a box lunch! 25 for one, 40 for two!"

When it was meal time, the flight attendant started to sell in every compartment, Mo Dong was awakened by the sound, and slowly opened his eyes.

He was just about to get up when he realized that he had leaned against Song Zhou at some point and had been sleeping on his shoulder the whole time.

He raised his head, and it happened that Song Zhou was also looking at him at this moment.

"Sorry." Mo Dong got up quickly, touched the corner of his mouth to make sure he wasn't drooling.

Song Zhou didn't speak.At this time, the flight attendant had already pushed the cart to the side, and was asking the passengers one by one if they needed lunch boxes.

"Are you hungry?" Mo Dong asked Song Zhou.

Song Zhou shook his head.

Mo Dong let out an "oh" and said, "I'm not too hungry either."

The flight attendant came over and asked Song Zhou beside the aisle, "Do you need a lunch box?"

Song Zhou looked at the unappetizing lunch boxes in the car, paused, and said, "Take two boxes."

"Okay." The flight attendant quickly took out two boxes and put them on the table. "It's 40 yuan in total. You can pay in cash, WeChat or Alipay."

"cash."

Song Zhou took out his wallet from his bag and was about to pay. Mo Dong, who was next to him, was one step ahead of him, handed over his phone directly, and said, "Pay by WeChat."

"Okay." The flight attendant gave Mo Dong the payment code, and after the money arrived, he pushed the cart to sell boxed meals to the passengers in the next row.

After putting away the phone, Mo Dong looked at the boxed lunch on the table and asked Song Zhou, "Aren't you hungry?"

Song Zhou didn't speak, he opened one of the lunch boxes and put it in front of Mo Dong.

He has been like this for the past two days, hardly speaking, even if Mo Dong took the initiative to provoke the topic, he rarely disagreed.

Mo Dong was used to it, and he didn't mind if he didn't respond to his questions, so he picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Eight hours later, the train stopped at the station on time, and Mo Dong and Song Zhou got off the train.

Li Yan's family didn't come to the train station to pick them up, so Mo Dong could only rely on the address on his phone and take a taxi there.

When they arrived at the place, as soon as they got out of the car, they saw the funeral banquet held in the community-the local custom would hold a funeral banquet for three consecutive days after the funeral, and then hold the funeral after the funeral.Today is the last day.

As soon as he walked in, someone recognized Song Zhou before Mo Dong had time to speak.

"Song Zhou?" Walking towards them was Li Yan's older sister, Li Chen, who was responsible for almost all the funerals this time.

Mo Dong looked at her nervously: "Hi, we are..."

Li Chen interrupted him unceremoniously, frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Song Zhou's friend, and I came here with him."

Li Chen didn't speak, but looked at them unkindly for several times, and raised his finger to the table in the corner: "Sit there first, we'll talk about it after the funeral banquet is over."

Mo Dong dragged Song Zhou over to sit down, picked up the kettle on the table, and poured him a cup of hot water.

Before coming here, he thought that he would receive a cold reception here, but he didn't expect it to be so cold.When Song Zhou came over, Li Yan's parents didn't show up to meet him. Except for Li Chen's casual arrangement of seats, Song Zhou's treatment was not even as close as that of distant relatives whom he hadn't seen in hundreds of years.

——The way Li Chen looked at Song Zhou just now didn't look like he was just unfamiliar, but also mixed with other emotions.

Mo Dong turned his head to look at the silent Song Zhou.Song Zhou didn't seem to be surprised by this situation, he had already expected it before he came.

He sighed inwardly.He didn't want to ask too much about other people's family affairs. Anyway, this trip was just to see Li Yan off for the last time, as long as they could attend the funeral smoothly.

After the funeral banquet was over, all the guests dispersed, Li Chen directed a few people to clean up the leftovers, Mo Dong hurriedly got up to help when he saw this.

When Li Chen saw him, he just cast a cold look and didn't speak to him.

After cleaning up the garbage, Li Chen said to him: "Building 9, 2001, call Song Zhou to come up together."

When they got upstairs, Li Chen sat in the living room with a solemn expression, looking at Song Zhou who entered the door.

She said: "Your grandpa and grandma are not feeling well, so they didn't come over today. I want to ask you a few questions first."

Song Zhou raised his eyes to look at her, and said in a low voice, "You ask."

"Back then, Xiaoyan..." Li Chen suppressed the emotions surging up in his chest, and tried to keep his voice steady, "Were you there that day?"

Song Zhou's eyes moved: "I'm here."

Li Chen didn't seem to know how vicious what he said was to Song Zhou, so he asked directly: "Why didn't you stop it then?"

Song Zhou's eyelashes trembled, he lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Mo Dong wanted to help explain a few words, but this occasion is really not suitable for him to intervene, so he can only endure it.

Facing the silent Song Zhou, Li Chen's eyes turned red, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "Xiaoyan insisted on marrying that bastard because she was pregnant with you. None of us can stop her, we can only let her go. Let her do something stupid! You haven't been back a few times since you were a child, and you don't kiss us, but Xiaoyan is your real mother, how can you just watch her suffer like this!"

Li Chen knew that it was unreasonable for him to throw all the responsibility on Song Zhou, but she couldn't control it.

When she thought of her sister leaving home, having a falling out with her family and marrying her, but she ended up in such a tragic end, she couldn't sleep for the whole night.

There were so many opportunities before, even if it was a day or even half a day earlier, as long as Song Zhou could contact them, Li Yan would not die tragically.

So now she can't talk calmly, and all her self-blame, regret, and resentment are transferred to him.

Only in this way, she won't see Li Yan covered in blood as soon as she closes her eyes and ask her why she didn't save her.

"Song Zhou has tried his best!" Mo Dong finally couldn't bear it any longer, and said to Li Chen, "None of you is the person involved, so why should you blame him? He was at that house—"

"Mo Dong," Song Zhou said in a calm voice, "shut up."

Mo Dong gritted his teeth fiercely, trembling with anger.

When he thought of Song Zhou's first thing to be questioned after he came all the way here, his heart felt like it was crushed, and the pain was so much that he could hardly bear it.

Song Zhou didn't make any excuses, nor did he say anything else.He closed his eyes heavily, and said in a calm voice, "I'm sorry."

He should have taken her away sooner.

Should have let her go when she said she was going.

Should have gone home earlier that day, and gone back to save her before it was too late.

He has made thousands of mistakes, and the last thing he should think is that Li Yan can handle it by himself, so he should not bother with her anymore.

How could Song Zhengguo agree to her divorce, and how could he let her leave with another man.He will tolerate other people's betrayal, so when facing Li Yan, who is wearing a skirt, put on makeup, and has tender eyes, it is impossible for him to let her go.

In the end, he did make it impossible for her to leave.

The obvious result Song Zhou should have expected, but it didn't.This is his biggest mistake.

Li Chen's mood was unstable, and he couldn't continue talking, so he had to let Song Zhou and Mo Dong leave first.

On the car going to the hotel, Mo Dong leaned his head against the car window, looking at the street scene outside the window without focus.

"Are you here for tourism?" The driver accosted them.

Mo Dong whispered, "No."

"Come to visit relatives?"

"Not at all."

"What is that for?"

Mo Dong gently closed his eyes and did not reply.

The driver closed his mouth wisely, turned on the car stereo, and played popular songs from 20 years ago.

Back at the hotel, Song Zhou lay on the bed without changing his clothes, Mo Dong went to the bathroom to take a shower, and after coming out, he sat by the bed and wiped his hair with a towel.

When his hair stopped dripping, he turned his head to look at Song Zhou who was already asleep, got up and turned off the light, lifted the quilt and lay back on the bed.

The silence in the room lasted until the next day. Mo Dong went to the front desk of the hotel early to borrow an ironing machine, and ironed the suit perfectly without any wrinkles.

Originally, Song Zhou was supposed to wear sackcloth and filial piety today, but he didn't prepare so much, so he could only go there in a black suit.

When it was time to set off, because the address of the funeral home was too remote, ordinary taxis were reluctant to go there, fearing that they would not be able to get customers on the return journey.In the end, Mo Dong paid an extra 20 yuan to hire a car.

When they arrived at the funeral home, they finally met Li Yan's parents and Song Zhou's grandparents.

They had already heard from Li Chen yesterday, so they were not surprised to see Song Zhou at this time, but they were not happy either, and just looked at him indifferently.

Song Zhou called them "grandpa and grandma", but they didn't respond.

"You came here yesterday?" The old lady's eyes were red and swollen, and she had been crying for several nights.

"Yeah." Song Zhou said.

The old lady looked at him, and after a while she said softly with longing and guilt: "You look a lot like your mother."

The last time I saw Li Yan was many years ago. At that time, Li Yan brought Song Zhou who had already entered junior high school to meet them, but he didn't get any good looks.

At the beginning, because Li Yan insisted on marrying that person, regardless of the parents who gave birth to him and raised him for so many years, they were full of resentment, and they were always gambling, unwilling to take the initiative to find her.

Later, because Li Yan didn't contact them very much, and didn't come back to see them often, they became even more angry, and even cut off contact on their own initiative, unwilling to recognize this daughter again.

If she could know how Li Yan lived these years, the reason why Li Yan did not dare to contact them, and that Li Yan would be beaten to death on that day, she would not let her daughter suffer in vain because of her anger. So much bitterness.

She was still a fresh little girl when she left, but what she had waited for so many years to come back was a cold corpse.

The old lady swayed, unwilling to look at Song Zhou again.

She didn't want to complain about Song Zhou, after all he was Li Yan's only son, so even though Li Chen was full of hatred for Song Zhou and resented that he stayed out of the matter and didn't save Li Yan, she didn't say anything to hurt Song Zhou.

But that doesn't mean she wants to see him.In addition to being the son of Li Yan, Song Zhou is also the son of Song Zhengguo.Seeing him would not only remind her of the irreparable mistakes she made, but also remind him of Song Zhengguo, that inhuman beast.

So she would rather not see Song Zhou, and pretend that she doesn't have his grandson.

Li Chen wiped his tears from the side, supported the old lady, and said to Song Zhou with tears in his arms: "You can go back after attending the funeral. You can come over anytime you want to pay homage to you in the future, but our family has never raised you, you Don't be filial to them."

After speaking, she walked in with the old man and ignored Song Zhou.

Song Zhou stood where he was, with his head bowed as if he was being punished, as if he was the one who committed the crime.

"Let's go." Mo Dong whispered beside him, "It's time to go to worship."

He reached out and pulled Song Zhou to Li Yan's tablet.

There is a photo of Li Yan in the middle of the front. The photo should have been many years ago. At that time, Li Yan had black hair tied with two ponytails, smiling youthfully at the camera.

Mo Dong lowered his head and didn't dare to look too much, for fear that he might cry.

He knelt down first, burned incense, and worshiped in the incense burner.

After he retreated to the back, Song Zhou walked forward and knelt under Li Yan's tablet.

"Is that Li Yan's son?" Someone whispered beside him.

"It should be, it looks a bit similar."

"I heard that I'm only 18 years old and just finished the college entrance examination. Alas, these things have to be suffered at such a young age."

"Keep your voice down, don't let the Li family hear it. They don't seem to like this grandson, and they didn't let him attend the funeral banquet a few days ago."

"Why?"

"I heard that he was there when Li Yan died..."

Song Zhou stood up after paying his respects, looked at Li Yan's photo silently, and walked aside after a long time.

Mo Dong looked at the dark circles under his eyes, reached out and patted his arm, and stood quietly with him.

When the time comes, the burial begins.

Mo Dong's identity is not eligible to participate, so he can only stand on the periphery.But Song Zhou was Li Yan's son, and the Li family didn't stop him from participating and let him stand at the front.

The ceremony was not complicated and ended quickly.Li Yan's ashes were buried underground forever along with her short life.

Li Chen and her parents cried together in front of the grave, but these tears could not change anything, they could not return to the old person, they could only spend the rest of their lives in regret.

Song Zhou stood silently in front of the tomb with his back straight.

After everyone else left, he knelt down in front of the tomb with a bang, and kowtowed three times to Li Yan.

His forehead was firmly pressed against the cold marble floor, and he remembered that when Li Yan was still alive, no matter how unsatisfactory the place was, it would occasionally look like home.

But now that Li Yan is dead, all these are gone.

Li Yan's death brought him back to his original form.

After the funeral, everyone in the Li family went back, and no one called Song Zhou, as if he was just a stranger who came to the funeral.

The place where we were crying and making noise just now became deserted, only Song Zhou stood alone in the same place.

Mo Dong found him and stood quietly beside him without saying a word.

After a long time, Song Zhou said hoarsely: "Mo Dong, I don't have a mother anymore."

"Yeah." Mo Dong didn't dare to stop, afraid that tears would come out if he was slow, he had to suppress them, "It's okay, Song Zhou. I don't have a mother either, I can stay with you."

Song Zhou didn't speak, his shadow was refracted by the setting sun to grow into a long line, leaving a dark mark on the ground.

With the setting sun, the sun gradually disappeared.It will rise again tomorrow, just like all ordinary living people, who fell asleep today, and will continue to live tomorrow.

Only Li Yan was stuck in that day forever, never waking up again.

When he returned to Fencheng, Mo Dong had to go back to work in the company, and he couldn't continue to ask for leave.His leader has called him several times and told him not to use it if he doesn't come back.

Before going to work, Mo Dong cooked the meal clumsily, put it on the dining table, and told Song Zhou that no matter how unpalatable it was, he had to eat it clean, and he had to check it when he came back at night.

Song Zhou didn't go to the securities company he had originally booked, so he let Li Jingsheng go.He didn't answer Li Jingsheng's phone calls several times, but Mo Dong finally answered, saying that Song Zhou had other things to do recently and couldn't do an internship, and didn't mention anything else.

The life I had been thinking about before was finally lived, but it changed.

Every day when Mo Dong came home, he could feel the slump in the house. Song Zhou was either nestled on the sofa or lying on the bed.

But fortunately, Song Zhou ate all the food he left every morning, and Mo Dong had no other demands, as long as Song Zhou's body was not destroyed, he was already satisfied.

For the rest, he will stay with Song Zhou until he gets better.

Song Zhengguo's matter made the social news, and this year's provincial champion was also published with him.

It seems that people prefer to call Song Zhou the murderer's son rather than the provincial number one scholar.According to reports, he was also present when the incident happened, and many conspiracy theorists are discussing whether he was involved in this incident.

Mo Dong glanced at the comments on the news online and then closed the page. He didn't understand why it was so difficult for him and Song Zhou to live a stable life. It was really too difficult.

The time for the court session has been delayed again and again, some say it is because the procedure is too lengthy and has not yet been completed.It is also said that it is because the provincial and municipal education bureaus are suppressing this matter to prevent it from spreading on the Internet.

In short, Mo Dong waited for Song Zhou's departure before Song Zhengguo's sentencing.

Mo Dong rested that day and didn't go to work.It was rare for Song Zhou to bring up the idea of ​​going out for a stroll, so he was naturally overjoyed, and dragged Song Zhou downstairs without a second's delay.

They didn't go near where they lived before, for fear of running into acquaintances, so they walked outside the city.After walking around the river slowly, Song Zhou said he wanted to go to the supermarket. He hadn't cooked for a long time and wanted to make a meal for Mo Dong.

Mo Dong took him to a nearby supermarket with fewer people and bought a lot of food.

After returning home, Song Zhou didn't ask Mo Dong to help, and went into the kitchen by himself.Sitting on the sofa, Mo Dong smelled the familiar aroma of rice, and suddenly felt that life had hope again.

He thought it was a sign that Song Zhou was getting better, but he didn't expect this meal to be their farewell ceremony.

After eating, because Mo Dong was too excited all day, he was sleepy early.But he refused to go to sleep even though he was yawning all the time, sticking to Song Zhou's side all the time.

He was so happy, so happy that it was a waste to go to sleep, and he didn't want to leave Song Zhou every minute and every second.

Song Zhou didn't say anything, turned on the TV, picked a movie, and nestled on the sofa with him.

Not long after, Mo Dong couldn't resist the drowsiness that hit him, leaned against Song Zhou's arms amidst the sound of the movie, and fell asleep peacefully.

The movie was only halfway through, and the actor on TV was confessing his love to the heroine. He succeeded, hugged the heroine happily, and promised her the sweetest love words in the world.

Song Zhou hugged Mo Dong and watched TV quietly.

At the end of the movie, he carried Mo Dong back to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him quietly, reluctant to even blink his eyes.

After a long, long time, it was almost dawn, and Mo Dong would wake up at any moment.

Song Zhou stood up, took out the packed luggage from under the bed, and left quietly.

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