"It doesn't matter, the flesh is wounded, but it may leave scars."

"what……"

The entire police station was filled with the distressed voices of the female police officers.

The gangster who was scolded for half an hour on the side: "?"

What's wrong?

What's wrong with the big man's scar?

They have scars all over their bodies, and no one is distressed, right? !

As if guessing what they were thinking, a young policewoman turned her head: "Can it be the same?"

Cheater: "?"

Where is it different?

"You know all day long that you are breaking the law, fighting and fighting, but these two classmates are both excellent in character and study, kind and filial. How can you compare?"

"..." The bastards, "???"

Excellent in character and study? Kind and filial?

You guys should take a closer look at who was beaten with a bruised face during a fight?

The little bastards want to cry but have no tears.

After all, except for the inch head, the other useless feather dusters were indeed beaten badly by Song Yan.

But Song Yan was beautiful and clean, and had a cold and noble temperament. As soon as he sat there, it made people think that this must be a good student.

Coupled with the testimony of several elderly people next door, the evidence from the on-site recording, and the behavior of calling the police in a timely manner, now in the eyes of the police, Song Yan is simply a perfect example of bravery, calm and wit, respect for the elderly and love for the young, and self-defense.

"As expected of the flowers of the motherland, it is up to you to revitalize China." The old director of the police station was very pleased, "But why didn't you call the police before?"

Xia Zhiye sat upright and answered well: "Grandma is getting old, and I usually go to school again, I'm afraid these people are waiting for an opportunity to get revenge."

His eyebrows drooped as he spoke, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Lining the wound on his shoulder, he looked sensible and helpless.

He was so distressed that the old director slapped the table and shouted at the group of gangsters: "You illegally lend money, collect debts violently, intentionally hurt others, are suspected of fraud, and how many sentences are sentenced are your own fault! Whoever dares to take revenge is challenging our country. The law must be severely punished! Did you hear that!"

The gangsters looked at Xia Zhiye blankly: "?"

Who are you handsome?

What's the matter with being so weak all of a sudden?

However, the old director felt that they were blatantly threatening, which was simply challenging the bottom line of the people's public servants. He got angry and shouted: "Did you hear me!"

The little gangsters were shocked: "I heard!"

"It's about the same." The old director turned to Grandma Liu again and said, "Don't worry, old man, I will arrange for people to strengthen the patrol of your area, and similar violent incidents will never happen again in the future."

Grandma Liu choked: "Thank you."

The little mahjong also raised his head, dripping with tears, and said sweetly, "Thank you, Uncle Police."

"Oh, it's so good. I'll come to the police uncle in the future, and the police uncle will support you."

"You can also ask the police sister, the police sister will give you candy."

"Thank you pretty sister!"

"So cute."

The police station was full of joy.

The gangsters who are about to go to jail: "..."

It's that they don't deserve it.

Things worked out perfectly.

Even after the solution was completed, the night was dark, and even pedestrians on the road could not see two or three, but the rain was still falling.

Song Yan took out her mobile phone and prepared to take a taxi.

Xia Zhiye glanced at the destination: "Are you planning to go back now to wake up the dormitory aunt, and then alert Ruan Tian and Liu Deqing to tell them the fact that you got into the police station after a fight?"

Song Yan didn't lift his head: "Climb over the wall."

Xia Zhiye: "I have a wound on my shoulder."

Song Yan: "You go back to your house."

Xia Zhiye: "The doctor said that I may have a fever and infection at any time at night. Do you have the heart to let my grandma stay up all night to watch me at such an old age?"

Xia Zhiye looked down at Song Yan, with an expression of moral kidnapping written clearly.

Song Yan raised her head to look back, and her face was written clearly.

After seeing how this man pretended to be pitiful in front of the police, he would be indifferent to all appearances.

Then Xia Zhiye tore off his neckline, revealing his shoulders covered with ointment: "I was injured to save you, but it hurts."

As he said that, he blinked his eyes aggrievedly.

There were tiny raindrops just hanging on the end of his eyelashes, about to drip, and it wasn't until a slight blink that he finally kissed the small mole on the tip of his nose, and then hit the deeply sunken collarbone, the water droplets dizzy. .

Song Yan: "..."

It hurts when it hurts, don't make a fuss.

Song Yan was still thinking that even if he followed Xia Zhiye home, how could that room be enough for them to live in that palm-sized room.

As a result, Xia Zhiye directly opened the door of the yard next door.

Grandma Liu explained in a low voice, "Ono lived here with his parents when he was a child, but after his parents disappeared, he lived alone."

It turned out to be so.

When Xia Zhiye's parents left, he was not very old.

For a half-old child, it was his grandmother who took care of him rather than him, and he picked up a little mahjong that no one raised.

The street lights by the courtyard wall were dim and trembling slightly, which outlined the silhouette of the tall and thin back of the young man, but it did not appear too thin.

Song Yan suddenly felt that the things he had been arguing about before were quite boring, so he hooked the strap of his schoolbag and followed Xia Zhiye into the house.

Small bungalow, one room, one living room, one kitchen, one bathroom, one bed, clean, the walls are covered with posters of a certain football star and a certain rock band, a drum set and a Star Trek Lego in the living room, and a table in the bedroom Well equipped computer.

Just looking at the decorations, you can't see the embarrassment of life at all, but he looks like a reckless young master, and he doesn't know where this person got the money from.

Song Yan was puzzled, but didn't plan to ask.

After all, he doesn't like being offended by others, and naturally he doesn't like offending others either.

In contrast, he is more concerned about another question: "A bed?"

Xia Zhiye turned back: "Well, what's wrong?"

What did you say.

Song Yan was expressionless: "I'm not used to sleeping with people I don't know well."

Xia Zhiye was silent when he heard the words, lowered his head, put his finger on the tip of his nose, and did not speak for a long time.

Song Yan was impatient: "If you have a fart, let it go."

Xia Zhiye said seriously: "It's nothing, I was just thinking about who was the person who slept soundly on the bed in the dormitory with me all night."

Song Yan: "..."

Xia Zhiye: "And the record made at the police station today. In the recording you put, who is the person who said that my business is his business."

Song Yan: "..."

"Oh, why can't I remember." Xia Zhiye stroked his chin, his tone exaggerated, but he didn't hear any distress.

Song Yan: "..."

If you can't remember it, dig your own brains, it's best not to remember it for the rest of your life.

He was really crazy to follow Xia Zhiye home.

Turn around and leave directly, not at all sloppy.

Xia Zhiye hurriedly grabbed his wrist: "Why can't you be funny?"

tease your mother.

As a cat.

Song Yan tried to shake off her arm, but Xia Zhiye grabbed her wrist and moved back.

Song Yan didn't stand firm, and was almost taken to a stagger. Just as he was about to get angry, a low voice came from above his head: "Okay, don't be angry, it's my fault."

"?" Song Yan paused, looked up, and looked like he had seen a ghost.

Xia Zhiye lowered his eyes and said, "Aren't you angry this morning?"

Song Yan: "..."

"It took me a day to figure out what you're mad at, but I swear, I never thought about making fun of you, or wanting to see you laugh. It's just that you always look like you're refusing to take the initiative. If you say a few words to someone, if you directly say that I don’t need those materials or your counseling, you will definitely ignore them again, so I think I’ll talk about it later, but it doesn’t really mean anything.”

"..."

"So I apologize to you now, don't be mad at me, okay?"

The rain outside the window was still pattering, and the last bit of heat in the late summer was cool, and the coolness rolled in the scent of osmanthus flowers in the air.

The young man's voice was low and soft, with a good-tempered coaxing hint.

The two were facing each other in the narrow door frame, their bodies almost touching each other. When Xia Zhiye spoke, his breath fell on Song Yan's forehead, which was the same temperature as the palm wrapped around his wrist.

Song Yan suddenly felt that this matter seemed to be making trouble unreasonably: "Who the fuck is angry. Don't talk to me like you coax a little girl.

Xia Zhiye raised his eyebrows slightly: "When did I coax the little girl?"

Song Yan lifted her eyelids angrily: "Didn't you have more than forty girlfriends?"

"??"

"..."

Realizing that he seemed to be talking a bit too much, Song Yan pushed him away with a cold face: "I'm not angry. I'm serious when I say I'm not familiar."

"Okay, then I'm not familiar with it."

Cats are like this, arrogant, just follow the hair.

Xia Zhiye already had his own set of experience in raising the same table, smiled perfunctory, turned around and took out a set of pajamas from the closet: "There are disposable toothbrushes and towels in the bathroom cabinet, you can use them yourself, I will go next door to change the dressing first. ."

Song Yan didn't take back the unfamiliar words, just took the pajamas with a stern face, and walked into the bathroom without a word.

Before the door closed, Xia Zhiye stopped him again: "There's more."

"?" Song Yan raised her eyes.

"Thank you today for helping me protect my grandma and little mahjong."

When Xia Zhiye said these words, there was no sloppy and condescending expression on his face, he was sincere and sincere.

Song Yan looked into his eyes, and suddenly felt as if he had been punched in a stuffy place in his heart, feeling very strange.

Hastily lowered his eyelashes: "It's a big deal."

After saying that, he closed the door and locked it. It was not until he heard the movement of Xia Zhiye leaving outside the door that he breathed a sigh of relief and turned on the faucet.

However, the bungalows in the old city are probably in disrepair, the water heaters are not very bright, and the hot water has not been turned on for a long time, and there is no one to call Xia Zhiye.

Song Yan turned the faucet and walked towards the yard next door.

The door to the next door was not closed, and just as he was about to push it open, he stopped the force in his hand.

Xia Zhiye's voice came from across the wall: "Take these two thousand dollars first and pay the kindergarten tuition for the little mahjong."

The old man hurriedly refused: "This is your scholarship, what's the matter with us."

"I picked up the little mahjong, and I should have helped her pay for her tuition."

"I can't say that. At that time, I wanted to raise it myself, but I didn't expect me to be so useless as a grandmother, and I ended up suffering my children."

"Don't say that, little mahjong is no worse than other children."

"Oh, I can only say that it is fortunate to have you as a brother. But you are a little old, how can you fight with those people in society? And you gave us all the money, are you enough for yourself?"

"Don't worry, when have I ever been short of money?"

...

The small words were gradually drowned in the patter of rain.

In the end, Song Yan didn't push the door open, and went back to the next door, grabbed cold water, and took a shower.

He has been very picky about food and clothing since he was a child.

Now it seems a little hypocritical.

Or maybe he thought he was being hypocritical before.

I don’t have to worry about food and clothing, a pair of shoes pays other people’s living expenses for a year, and I feel that the whole world is sorry for myself, and I can’t give a good face all day long.

Maybe Song Minghai was right, he just didn't know what to do, so he wasn't liked since he was a child.

After taking a shower and returning to the bedroom, Xia Zhiye was not there.

I don't know if haven't come back yet, or went out after coming back, but it just avoided the embarrassment of staring at me.

Song Yan walked to the table, opened the zipper of the schoolbag, and was about to take out the medicine and take a tablet to sleep, but the corner of the schoolbag accidentally touched the mouse on the table.

The screen suddenly lights up.

Song Yan didn't have the bad habit of looking at other people's sex, but the dialog box on the desktop was too big and eye-catching, and he inevitably saw the content before he had time to close his eyes.

Then Song Yan frowned slightly.

Shen Jiayan was a standard internet addict, and he would play games with him when he had nothing to do, so Song Yan knew something about games, and he was not unfamiliar with this software page.

In fact, it is just a voice software that is commonly used when playing games. In addition, many people will broadcast live on it, or conduct some accompanying transactions.

Basically it's decent software.

It's just that the people who use it don't seem to be very serious.

Song Yan looked at the huge ID at the top of the dialog box, "Pure and Beautiful Boys' High School Online Pickup and Play", and fell into a long silence.

Nothing to play with.

But with this prefix, always feel that something is wrong.

Thinking about Xia Zhiye's face, and thinking about the money he got from nowhere, the feeling of something wrong is even stronger.

Song Yan stood on the spot, thoughtful.

Then that dialog jumped.

[Old lady is beautiful and wild]: Why is this point?

[Lao Niang is beautiful and wild]: Since you are here, come and play with my sister for a while. I've been stuck for days, Ionia is not a place for people at all, take me to a master.

[Lao Niang is beautiful and wild]: What about people? Don't pretend to be dead, don't worry, as long as you are comfortable with me, my sister will definitely not treat you badly.

[Lao Niang Meijie Ye]: Come on, as long as you take your sister to the master, and you want shoes or clothes, you can say whatever you want. It's really not the old rule, two hundred per round?

[Lao Niang is beautiful and wild]: Oh, by the way, I will go to Nanwu on National Day, and then I will take you to eat, play, buy some clothes or something.

[Lao Niang Meijieye]: You are not allowed to refuse. I have already booked the air ticket and hotel. This time, if you don't want to come to accompany me, you must come with me, understand?

The news jumped out one by one, and Song Yan's fingers on the edge of the table became harder and harder.

Whether the other party is the account ID or the tone of the speech, including the bright Cartier's latest bracelet on the avatar photo, it is a capitalized white rich beauty.

Imagining Xia Zhiye bending his peach blossom eyes, dragging his lazy tone, and talking to this beautiful rich woman in a low voice with a smile, Song Yan felt a little heartbroken.

He didn't think that Xia Zhiye would really betray the money for this amount of money.

But this rich woman seems to be a bad person.

At least from the last piece of news, it should be more than just coveting Xia Zhiye's game technology.

For a boy of Xia Zhiye's age, in this difficult and difficult life, if there is a good-looking, rich, and generous Bai Fumei who is willing to help him, even if it is not for money, It is also easy to fall into this kind of care, and it is difficult to guarantee that it will not go astray.

But it can be seen that Xia Zhiye is indeed short of money. It is better to play with him than to work as a black worker. Anyway, it can alleviate some economic problems more easily.

Just what to do if you are taken crooked.

All impulses of teenage boys who are just in love are possible.

Song Yan pursed her lips, thought for a moment, and finally made a decision.

Open WeChat and click on Shen Jiayan's avatar.

[YAN]: Now those male high school students usually like to take orders.

[The most sweet little milkberry in the world]: What is there to ask? A rich woman with a lot of money and a sweet personality.

Song Yan: "..."

alright.

Download the software APP.

Registered account: [people, money, money, little rich woman]

Modify avatar: Hello Kitty

Search for "pure and beautiful male high school students to pick up and play online", click to send: [little brother, the glory of the king, two hundred per game, will you accept]

After posting it, felt that it was not sweet enough. recalled the speaking style of the girls that Shen Jiayan usually hooked up with, and added with a paralyzed face:

[QAQ, meh~]