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The thing that confused Wen Shuo happened after he was transferred back to the police station next to his home, and it could also be said to be the direct cause/fire of his breakup with Jiang Qiqi.

There is nothing wrong with Wen Shuo's personality. He is lively, cheerful, warm and generous, responsible and helpful, but at the same time he is more active and can sit down and listen carefully. He is indeed a police officer.

But the bad thing is that in addition to this, he is relatively easy to get into the horns, and it is easy to empathize with others.

The first police mission Wen Shuo received after arriving at the institute was to deal with a case of domestic violence.

The person who called the police was a neighbor, the one who was beaten was an old man, and the one who beat him was his own son. It is said that there was such a loud noise at that time that the neighbor thought that something in his house had exploded due to improper use.

The time of the incident was just after dinner, and many people went out for a walk. When they arrived, there were a lot of people downstairs discussing, poking their heads to see the excitement.

"The person who called the police stayed, and the others dispersed." The colleague who went with Wen Shuo was surnamed Lu, Lu Jingmin, who was the master who took him in the camp. "Xiao Wen, please evacuate the crowd."

The caller was not in the crowd, and the onlookers saw the police coming, and they couldn't see anything downstairs, so they left after being said a few words. Jing Min went upstairs behind him.

The doors of the two houses on the second floor were both open. A middle-aged woman stood at the door of the house on the west side. Seeing them, she said, "Comrade policeman, I called the police." Their house, that movement really frightened me!"

Lu Jingmin nodded, and after signaling to the other party to be calm, he took Wen Shuo into the house on the east side to check the situation.

There are four people in the room. The oldest lady in the living room is in her early [-]s. She is sitting on a wicker chair wiping her tears. On the other side of the sofa by the balcony is a couple. Look, there are white strands in her black hair, and she is not young anymore.

In the dining room in the middle was an old table, the food on it had been cold for a long time, there were crumbs of plates and bowls on the floor, and the rice and soup were all over the floor.

And the youngest, the violent son, was standing numbly at the door of the kitchen.

"What's the matter?" Lu Jingmin entered the door, the young man nodded at him with a dull face, he didn't look like some rascal and unworthy descendant, "You hit your father?"

The middle-aged woman saw that it was a policeman who came in, but she didn't speak, and looked at her son with a tired and complicated expression.

"Yes." The young man replied and sighed, "I'll talk to you later when I go back."

It's not that Wen Shuo has never dealt with similar things in his previous internship, but he remained so calm after the beating, which seemed more bitter and bitter than the one who was beaten, which was really the first time he saw him.

After a few words, 120 also came. The medical staff came up and did a preliminary examination on the young man's father. There was no obvious trauma, and everything else was normal. The young man's father said that his left wrist was uncomfortable. The medical staff felt that it should be When I fell down, I used this hand to support the ground and poked it. If you are worried, you can go to the hospital to take a film or something.

Seeing this, the young man's mother took a look at the young man, and the young man said, "Go ahead. Tell my aunt to come and see my grandma. You and my dad can go and take a picture, and you can rest assured."

Wen Shuo who said these few words looked directly at his master, and didn't know why this family became like this.

Look at the parents and grandma of the young people over there, which ones are not obediently obeying the arrangement?

120 took away the young man's parents on the front foot, and the young man's aunt entered the door on the back foot. She also looked confused. She pulled the young man and asked, "Shanshan, what's the matter? What's the matter?"

The youth——Zhang Zeshan patted her hand: "It's okay, please stay with my grandma for a while. I haven't had a few mouthfuls of dinner for dinner. You can make her something else to eat. I'll... I may not be back today, so please look at my grandma."

Aunt Zhang nodded repeatedly, watching Zhang Zeshan follow Wen Shuo and the others downstairs with worry in her eyes.

When they got downstairs, Lu Jingmin looked at him like that, and didn't rush to take him back to the prison: "I think you're quite calm now, so why don't you just chat here?"

On the contrary, Zhang Zeshan shook his head: "Take me to the institute, I still feel uncomfortable and don't want to stay here."

Lu Jingmin nodded slightly after hearing this, and signaled Wen Shuo to drive: "Let's go."

The police station was not far from Zhang Zeshan's residential area. It took five or six minutes to drive there. After getting out of the car, Lu Jingmin took the lead, and the three went directly to the interrogation room.

After they sat down inside, Zhang Zeshan opened his mouth without saying anything else. He came up and apologized to the two people sitting behind the interrogation table: "I'm sorry to cause you trouble."

"It's not troublesome, just say it." Lu Jingmin saw that his attitude was good and he didn't take any compulsory measures. "You can tell what's going on first."

While speaking, she signaled Wen Shuo to take notes.

Zhang Zeshan crossed his fingers on the small table of the interrogation chair, and said after a moment of silence: "I wanted to hit him a long time ago, but I just couldn't hold back today."

In Zhang Zeshan's words, his father, Zhang Guangrui, deserves a beating, and thanks to him being Zhang Guangrui's son, he is his father if he needs to be adjusted. Zhang Zeshan thinks he can whip him ten times a day with a belt. .

While typing on the keyboard, Wen Shuo couldn't help looking up at Zhang Zeshan. When the other party said these words, he didn't mean to be joking at all, but was just stating the facts, which made him curious about Zhang Guangrui.

"Let's just talk about today's matter." Xu said that things happened too frequently and too fragmentarily. Zhang Zeshan thought about it and started talking about today's things. Dad asked my grandma to serve him food."

But if you ask someone to serve a meal, you should call it well. Is it difficult to say "Mom, help me serve a meal"?No, Zhang Guangrui, he was leaning on the chair like an old man, making muzzles at his mother, and when the old lady looked over, he pointed at the rice bowl.

Zhang Zeshan didn't want to see his father's behavior very much. He glanced at the old lady, which meant that he didn't ask her to serve it. Then he stretched out his arms and directly took the rice bowl over to his father.

Seeing his posture, Zhang Guangrui was not happy anymore, his temper became angry, and he yelled not to eat!

Because of such a trivial matter, the two of them rushed to talk. Zhang Zeshan had always had a grudge against his father for a long time, but this time he finally couldn't bear it anymore and raised his hand to slap his father.

His father was completely stunned by the beating. When he came back to his senses, he wanted to beat his son, but was pushed by Zhang Zeshan. His feet became unstable and he sat on the ground and fell.

The plates and bowls were all brought by him when he fell, the movement was too loud, and the sound insulation of the house was not good, so the neighbors heard it and called the police.

Hearing this narration, both Lu Jingmin and Wen Shuo were speechless, and the former even said, "It's just such a small matter, as for? Can you tell him a few words?"

Zhang Zeshan took a deep look at Lu Jingmin: "If only he could listen."

"I really don't want to fight with him just because of this little thing. My son beat me. It's my fault no matter what. I know. If I leave a criminal record, I won't be able to keep my job in the future."

Zhang Zeshan let out a long breath: "Who doesn't want to have a good time? I want to too, but I can't help him always looking for trouble."

"My dad, to put it bluntly, is a giant baby. My grandpa and my grandma are so used to it. My grandma is 81 this year. Every day, being used by him is not as good as a nanny. Wake him up in the morning. Make him breakfast, not even late, and you will be scolded. After eating, you have to make tea for him, and when he goes to drink, the tea must not burn his mouth. Have you ever seen such a thing?"

"Yes, his legs and feet are not very sharp because of his illness, but his hands are fine, and he can't even make a cup of tea? Besides his illness, who wants him to be ill? Who doesn't want him to be healthy? Since he was ill Afterwards, when I think about it, I want to reprimand my grandma. My grandma's legs and feet are also bad, which is the root of the disease caused by doing heavy work when I was young. But he insists that his poor legs and feet are inherited from my grandma. My grandma was reprimanded by him. On average, I have to wipe tears three or four times a week."

"That's not the end. After scolding my grandma, I still have to point the nose at the whole family and say that we all hope that he will die soon."

Speaking of this, Zhang Zeshan paused for a moment, Wen Shuo raised his head to look at him after typing, and saw that his eyes were red, but his expression was still numb.

"Several times, when I came home from get off work, my grandma told me that my father told her to die and asked her why she was still alive. This is what my son said to his mother."

"I started to talk about my dad, but when I said him, he didn't say a word. When I turned my face to cook, my dad rushed to scold my grandma with a pale face. Later, I told my grandma, you don’t care about him in the future, make him any tea, and don’t cook for him. But my grandma didn’t live up to it. After being scolded, she shed a tear and served her son like a grandson. go."

"After a long time, I became numb. It's like I can't hear what they say. I'm selectively deaf."

At this time, Wen Shuo already felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. In Zhang Zeshan's flat and indifferent narration, he seemed to have been immersed in the scene.

His grandfather passed away early, and his grandmother also passed away a few years ago.

When he was a child, Wen's father and Wen's mother were busy at work, and he grew up with his grandparents when he was a child, so the relationship with his grandparents was very good and deep.

If someone dared to say that about his grandma and let his grandma die, he would have already started, not to mention how many years, he couldn't stand it for a minute.

While Zhang Zeshan was speaking, Lu Jingmin gave him a bottle of mineral water. Zhang Zeshan took it and thanked him. Dad also owes a lot."

"He got the disease in his 30s, and then it kept getting worse. When he was in his 40s and approaching his [-]s, he stopped working and had a disability."

"At that time, I was still in school. Although I had some savings in my family, to be honest, I didn't have much money. Later, my grandpa got cancer, lung cancer, and there were more places to spend money. So my mother has been working, in The cafeteria cuts vegetables and sells rice or something."

"I do physical work every day. Sometimes I am so tired that I can't lift my arms. I have to take care of the family. After I graduated, I wanted her to resign and go home to rest, but she thought that she was still in good health. Okay, I want to work for a few more years to save money for me to marry a wife. I can't persuade her, and I'm afraid that she will suddenly stop when she's too busy and her body won't be able to bear it anymore, so I don't want to beg for nothing. "

"Later, I found a job closer to home, just to go back to do some work early every day, so that my mother could have a delicious hot meal when she got home."

"But my dad, my mom's work is far away, and sometimes he comes back late due to traffic jams, so he suspects that she is having an affair outside."

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