Mr. He, please respect yourself

Mo Shaoshi's fiancé said: "But before calling the police, I have to deal with the part where you beat someone up first, please wait a moment."

As for how to deal with it, everyone was really at a loss. They saw that he first asked Jiang Qing for a laptop computer, then moved a ladder, and climbed to the tall camera, fiddling with something all the time. Then he jumped down and said that he could call the police.

The police came, not only the police, but also the head of the household, Song Suian. Later, Song Zicheng, one of the parties involved in the case, was called to the police station.

Song Zicheng, who came to the police station, was in a daze. He had just drank the Laohuo soup made by the proprietress at the soy milk shop. The police station is coming.

Song Zicheng came as promised, the journey was long, he called an online car-hailing car, and when he arrived at the police station, it was already almost an hour.

As soon as he entered the game, as soon as he saw the 'big bosses' gathered together, Song Zicheng suddenly became a coward.

Forget about Jiang Qingmo and Shaoshi these dramatists, why is his uncle also here?

His complexion is not very good.

At the beginning, I was almost kidnapped by Liu Weizhuo, and it was handled secretly without telling the family. Could it be that the police comrades notified the parents?

Song Zicheng was apprehensive, and led by the police comrades, he walked up to the crowd.

He Chumo looked at Song Zicheng from a distance, and before he had time to say a word to Song Zicheng, Song Suian had already walked up to Song Zicheng, and said, "Ah Cheng, why didn't you say something about it before?"

Song Zicheng shrank his neck, "I thought, since I'm fine, I didn't say anything, and it's not a big deal."

Song Suian's face was extremely serious, and he didn't intend to let Song Zicheng go. He lowered his voice and asked, "Can you bear it? Did you feel something was wrong or uncomfortable at that time?"

"No." Song Zicheng shook his head, "Mr. He saved me and helped me deal with the follow-up matters, so I was not afraid at all, but I just felt fainted. When I woke up, I had been rescued and sent to the hospital. It's the hospital."

Song Suian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and said, "Just now when the police asked me to look at the evidence files and the surveillance video, I felt like my heart was about to stop. I shouldn't have let you move out in the first place."

Song Zicheng lowered his head silently, while Mo Shaoshi and Jiang Qing, who were standing beside him, looked at each other in unison at this moment.

The evidence of the case was soon completed, and the witnesses, material evidence and criminal motives were archived. Facing the abundant evidence in front of him, Liu Weizhuo was powerless to deny it, and confessed to it.

However, when Liu Weizhuo was taken away by the police, he passed a place not far from Song Zicheng, and suddenly seemed to go crazy, with a dark face, and shouted at Song Zicheng: "Song Zicheng! I saved you back then! You are like this now! To me? If I knew I didn’t say anything back then! Just let them press you to death in the fish pond! Let you be whipped to death and have a stone stuffed in your mouth! Song Zicheng! Are you so inhuman? ! Ingratitude! You son of a bitch! You deserved to die eight years ago!"

Song Zicheng froze immediately, Liu Weizhuo's voice made him feel like he was struck by lightning, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably, like a sieve.

The scene was chaotic for a while, and several policemen rushed forward to help suppress Liu Weizhuo, while Song Suian quickly took off his suit, wrapped Song Zicheng's head, and then hugged him tightly in his arms, facing the twisted man The crowd shouted, "Send him away!"

The manic Liu Weizhuo was quickly brought under control, and several police officers quickly turned him to the monitoring room.Liu Weizhuo yelled while struggling, "Song Zicheng, you deserve it! You deserve it! You deserve it! You deserve it!"

The sound roared like a cannonball, he was tightly wrapped in a suit, and the pitch-black Song Zicheng was hugged tightly by Song Suian. Countless fragments flashed in his mind like a horse on a horse, and countless days and nights that made him sleepless, seemed to be in sight.

The sound cannot be covered, it can only be weakened.Just like memories, they can't be wiped away, they can only be diluted.

In the darkness, Song Zicheng felt two lines of warm tears slowly flow from his face.

He thought he didn't care anymore, really, he mistakenly thought that he was strong enough to accept the past that made him miserable.

He often told himself not to care about it, not to take it to heart, but at the moment when it really appeared in the world, he realized that it was not true, it was just a self-deception.

While trying to suppress his crying, Song Suian's gentle voice came to his ears softly, "Ah Cheng, don't be afraid, uncle will take you away."

The pleasant voice was strong and powerful. Song Zicheng couldn't help but nodded, and followed Song Suian to stand up.Then he heard Song Suian say something to his assistant to leave the aftermath, and the surroundings became noisy again. Song Zicheng seemed to hear He Chumo calling his name.

But Song Zicheng was unable to listen carefully, and Song Suian was helping him to leave slowly.

After leaving the police station, Uncle Zhang parked the car in front of the door, Song Suian sent Song Zicheng into the car, and the moment he leaned back in the chair, Song Zicheng's heart finally fell.

After calming down, Song Zicheng pulled off his suit, revealing half of his head. The smell of the suit was familiar and pleasant, which gave him an inexplicable sense of warmth and peace of mind, like a shot in the arm.

Song Suian got in the car, Uncle Zhang immediately started the car and set off, Song Zicheng couldn't help looking out the window, He Chumo ran out from the police station, behind him was Jiang Qing who was desperately pulling him.

Song Zicheng couldn't see it clearly, and didn't understand why He Chumo chased him out. Soon, the car left the police station and was no longer visible.

Song Suian sent Song Zicheng to Dr. Mo's private clinic. Strictly speaking, it should be regarded as a studio.

There are many flowers and plants in this small place, one inner room, one outer courtyard, a small house of more than ten square meters. The owner originally used it as a warehouse, but Old Doctor Mo rented it out for arranging flowers and plants, and stacking them. Collection of 'junk stuff'.

Later, Dr. Mo added a comfortable bed, dining table and chairs, and a coffee machine.

It became a small place for him to have nothing to do on weekdays, and it also became the place where Song Zicheng treated him back then.

After several years of absence, Old Doctor Mo bought more gadgets. Song Zicheng looked carefully and found that all the paintings he drew here were there.

An immature painter with rich colors, he had not received formal painting training back then, and most of his paintings were immature line drawings and portraits, but they were all kept in a transparent glass cabinet by Dr. Mo. Some paintings were specially framed by Dr. Mo.

Song Zicheng looked at the scattered and intermittent paintings in front of him, and couldn't help being moved.

Song Suian was on the phone outside, Song Zicheng looked at his back and decided to make a pot of scented tea.

Song Zicheng carefully sifted the scented tea first, unfolded the dry and tender petals, and the hibiscus flower was soaked in water, washing out a light purple color, and rippling in the transparent water, it was very beautiful.

Inner peace.

The man outside looked anxious, his brows were furrowed.Look, someone has been secretly protecting himself from the wind and rain, what is he afraid of?What do you still care about about the past and suffering?