fierce dog

Jail station

"You can come out now." The prison guard walked to the door and said to Song Zhou inside.

Song Zhou hung his head and remained motionless, but the people around him touched him: "Hey, what about you!"

He raised his head and looked at the prison guard at the door.

Most of the prisoners in the detention center still have hope in their hearts. Before they are sentenced and escorted to prison, they still have the possibility of being released without prosecution or released on bail pending trial.

So whenever they see someone who can go out, they will give envious eyes, hoping that the next person will be themselves.

The prison guard impatiently knocked on the door with an electric baton and said, "Hurry up!"

Song Zhou stood up slowly, waited for the door to open, and walked out together with the prison guards.

As soon as he walked out of the corridor and opened the second door, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside.

Immediately afterwards, two prison guards walked over with a new prisoner.

"New transfer?" the prison guard beside Song Zhou asked.

The person opposite opened the door and said, "Well, I was in another detention center a few days ago, and I just transferred here today."

"By the way, I have something to ask you. You were not here when I was looking for you."

The prison guard dragged Song Zhou aside, and started talking with the prison guard on the opposite side.

Song Zhou stood with lowered eyes, when the prisoner who had been silent on the opposite side suddenly raised his head and called him.

"Song Zhou."

Hearing the familiar voice, Song Zhou's body trembled, and he slowly raised his eyes.

Song Zhengguo on the opposite side grinned, the wound on his face was not completely healed, one piece was bruised and one piece was purple.

The prison guards next to them didn't notice them. Song Zhengguo lifted his handcuffed wrists and asked Song Zhou, "Are you going out?"

Song Zhou didn't say a word, he gritted his teeth and stared at Song Zhengguo, his whole body was trembling.

Song Zhengguo smiled indifferently, raised his wrist and pointed to the wound on his face, accidentally touched the wound on his mouth, and grinned painfully: "Hiss——"

The prison guard noticed his movement, turned his head and scolded him: "Be honest!"

Song Zhengguo shrugged and lowered his arms.

"Who is this?" another prison guard asked.

"Have you heard of the recent murderous wife case? He did it."

"Just that Song...?"

"Ah."

The prison guard turned his head to look at Song Zhou who had been silent all this time, but he didn't expect such a coincidence.

In order not to let the two of them run into each other, the higher-ups deliberately didn't put them in the same detention center. Unexpectedly, Song Zhou was going out today, but they ran into each other instead.

The prison guards quickly took Song Zhou out, and Song Zhengguo was escorted in by two prison guards. None of them noticed what Song Zhengguo said to Song Zhou before leaving.

"Is that child called Mo Dong?"

Song Zhengguo's voice was soft and deep.

"Say hello to him for me."

He smiled, and the wound on his face looked even more horrific.

"Let him pay attention to safety, you are my son, no different from me."

"we are the same."

These words became a nightmare that Song Zhou would never forget in his life.

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On the way back to the residence, Mo Dong was very angry. Even when he entered the house, he couldn't calm down, sitting on the sofa and getting angry.

He could roughly guess what was going on in Song Zhou's elm head now, so this made him even more angry.

He felt that Song Zhou seemed to be sick, and he was still seriously ill.

After being sullen for a long time, Mo Dong gradually calmed down when he saw the golden retriever obediently accompanying him by his feet.

He walked to the bathroom, looked in the mirror and parted the hair on his forehead, and carefully looked at the scar on it.

This is the scar that Song Zhengguo left on the day he was arrested to obstruct Song Zhou.I didn't feel any pain at the time, but because the wound was too deep, I bled a lot, and my forehead, face, clothes, including the table and the floor were all stained.

It wasn't until the next day that he felt the pain as if he had just realized it, but at that time he didn't have time to treat the wound, he just went to the police station every day to ask when Song Zhou would be released, not to mention the hospital, even the clinic Did not go.

So after that, the wound kept getting better repeatedly, and even after Song Zhou was released, he would occasionally tear his mouth and bleed.

Up to now, although the wound has healed, it left a deep scar on his forehead.

This wasn't Song Zhou's first fight against Mo Dong. They also had a fight in the abandoned factory before, and it was Song Zhou who punched first.

Mo Dong never cared about this matter and the wound on his head, but he didn't expect Song Zhou to care so much, and even now he couldn't look directly at his face.

It seemed that as long as he saw this scar, he would recall what he had done.

"Idiot." Mo Dong cursed softly at the mirror.

Only a fool would care, ordinary people would not be so stupid.That's Song Zhou, who is even more stupid than a fool.

Turning around and walking out of the bathroom, Mo Dong looked at the suitcase in the corner of the bedroom and thought briefly for three seconds.

For the first second, he wondered if he liked Song Zhou or not.

In the second second, he wondered if Song Zhou liked him or not.

In the third second, he wondered if Song Zhou could be saved.

All three answers were yes, so he decided not to leave yet.

Mo Dong thought very clearly, if Song Zhou left just because he wanted to start a new life, then he would never say anything else, he would come back today to pack his luggage, buy a ticket and leave without delaying even a minute.

But Song Zhou was not, he was afraid so he shrank to prevent him from finding it, so he couldn't leave so easily.

Although Song Zhou is a hopeless fool and has a serious problem with his brain circuits, he is awkward and stubborn like a donkey, but he still wants to try to save him, maybe he can fix it.

If it is really repaired in the future, all the grievances he has suffered now will not be missed, and Song Zhou will have to pay back all of them.At that time, Mo Dong has already thought of thousands of ways to torture him, just wait.

After making up his mind, the big stone in his heart finally fell a little, and Mo Dong could finally sleep peacefully tonight.

He intends not to look for a job until Song Zhou knows his way back. He can try the part-time job that Gu Yang said, so that he can have more free time while earning income.

As for Song Zhou, sooner or later he would let him cry and beg himself not to leave.Mo Dong was so confident in this that he had a dream that night, and almost woke up laughing in the middle of the night.

The next morning, when Mo Dong woke up, he sent a message to Gu Yang, asking him about his tutoring.

Gu Yang didn't reply, and after half an hour, he suddenly appeared at the door and knocked on the door.

Mo Dong opened the door and looked at Gu Yang in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"Didn't you ask about my tutor? I'll come over and explain to you in detail."

As if returning to his own home, Gu Yang deftly opened the shoe cabinet and took out slippers to change into.

Mo Dong looked at him speechlessly: "What's the matter that the mobile phone can't tell you, why do you have to say it in person?"

"Hey," Gu Yang smiled and said, "Didn't I drop by to see the golden retriever?"

Mo Dong looked at the golden retriever who had already smelled Gu Yang's breath behind him and stood up excitedly, somehow felt that the two of them looked alike, silly and cheerful.

"Come in," Mo Dong walked into the living room and asked him, "Have you eaten, if not—"

"I've eaten, I've eaten, I've eaten," Gu Yang said repeatedly, "I came here after eating at home before going out, so I don't need to trouble you to cook for yourself."

Mo Dong was amused by his repeated rejections: "I want to ask if you haven't eaten, I have quick-frozen dumplings here, and I can cook them for you."

Gu Yang breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said, "It's okay, I'm not hungry, you can keep it for yourself. After all, quick-frozen dumplings are considered a delicacy compared to the meals you cook yourself."

"Okay." Since he didn't eat, Mo Dong could only wash a cup and pour hot water for Gu Yang.

After sitting on the sofa, he asked the subject: "What's the matter with your tutor?"

"That's it," Gu Yang said while stroking the golden retriever, "The children I tutor are basically junior high school students, and the difficulty is not too great. I brought their recent papers, you can take a look first.

"As for the specific price, I'll tell you after you decide. Anyway, the income is not bad. You also know that the children in Beijing who hire tutors are basically not bad at money.

"If you are sure that you want to pick up, I can help you make an appointment to go to the interview tomorrow. But there is one thing I have to tell you in advance. These parents still care about the academic qualifications of tutors, so I have to understand first. Your level is good enough to guarantee them.”

"Okay." Mo Dong said, "The paper is here, take it out and let me have a look."

Gu Yang took out several papers and handed them to Mo Dong: "You have done all these papers, and I will see how fast and accurate you answer the questions."

Mo Dong flipped through the test paper, feeling somewhat confident in his heart, and said, "Yes."

"Okay, I brought you all the pens, I'm afraid you don't have any here." Gu Yang said, "Do it now, I will play with the dog quietly by the side, so I won't disturb you."

When Gu Yang and the golden retriever were having a great time, one person and one dog patted me and I patted you, Mo Dong had already finished several papers.

"So fast?" Gu Yang still put one hand on the golden retriever's paw, and looked back at him in surprise.

Mo Dong nodded, and said modestly: "It's okay, it's not too difficult."

Gu Yang put down his hand, took the paper to read, and finally raised his head and asked Mo Dong: "May I ask, which school did you go to?"

"It's not a well-known school, it's in our local area."

"Then your basic skills are good. Although the paper is not difficult, you haven't prepared at all before. It's not easy to do it so fast."

After being praised, Mo Dong said embarrassedly: "It's not as exaggerated as you said."

"Okay," after reading the paper, Gu Yang folded it and put it on the table, "I'll help you make an appointment for a trial class tomorrow. Don't worry, with the guarantee from me and the parents, the problem of education should not be a big problem."

"I'm sorry to bother you, no matter if I can thank you in the end." Mo Dong suggested sincerely, "Otherwise, shall I treat you to dinner tonight?"

"—Wait a minute," Gu Yang looked at him suspiciously, "You can't be the one who wants to cook yourself, right?"

"No."

"Frozen dumplings?"

"No," Mo Dong said, "Can I treat you to boiled mutton?"

Gu Yang was terrified by the bowl of beef noodles yesterday, so he reconfirmed: "Do you really eat boiled mutton? Go to a restaurant outside?"

"Really, don't worry. Besides, I don't know how to cook mutton." Mo Dong said.

Gu Yang finally felt relieved, and said with a smile: "That's fine, it's settled like this, you are not allowed to go back on your word."

The author says:

continue tomorrow