The foot he stepped out stopped for a moment, Yan Zhuo was about to explode with anger, and he glanced at Song Yan. Song Yan was still so calm, so calm that his face was expressionless, but the corners of his trembling eyes tore a crack in his calm face, and through that crack, Yan Zhuo could see a trace of embarrassment.

All the disapproval became vulnerable at this moment, he seemed to be strong, and at the same time he seemed to be vulnerable.

Yan Zhuo couldn't help turning his head any longer. He waved his fist up and scolded, "I'll go to your mother's trouble."

Chapter 15 Police Station

As the saying goes, impulse is the devil.

When Yan Zhuo and Song Yan sat at the police station, they deeply realized the meaning of this sentence. Of course, also realized that there was a roadblock that was blue in the left eye circle because of his unspoken words.

The roadblock shouted: "Uncle police officer, look at how swollen my eye sockets are. Now I don't even dare to touch it. It hurts when I touch it. It is said that officials should be the ones to decide for the people, so You have to call the shots for me."

Everyone has been listening to him beeping for a while, and this will be even more annoying.

The policeman was speechless and said, "Calm down and talk less. We have already understood the situation."

"Good understanding, good understanding. You must deeply understand how sad and wronged I am!" Roadblock nodded vigorously, and then wiped his neck towards Yan Zhuo. He really didn't expect that he would be beaten for a few grumbles, and when Yan Zhuo punched him in the face, he was stunned.

When he reacted, he almost covered his face and cried.

It hurts, it really hurts.

Yan Zhuo looked at his mean swoosh, and thought to himself: It seems that he is still taking it lightly.

They have been sitting in the police station for more than half an hour, and the police have fully understood the cause and effect.

The policeman looked at the two men sitting in front of them, one was younger and the other was more mature. Although the mature one is invisible, it can make people feel that he is a well-bred man. And the other... From the looks of it, it really doesn't look like a punch on the street.

Really unbelievable.

It's not a big deal in itself. The policeman paused and said, "I suggest that the two of you can settle the matter privately, and then reach a settlement agreement. After exiting this gate, go back to the bridge and return to the road. Don't hold on to it anymore."

Yan Zhuo nodded, he had no opinion.

The roadblock also nodded, his idea was simple, he said: "I'm an honest person, and I don't think about it. But I was beaten too wrongly, they can't be held responsible. Otherwise, let them pay me 200 yuan. For the disability fee of RMB 100, I have to pay a lot of 100 yuan and then one person will say an apology."

It's so beautiful. Yan Zhuo said without even looking at him, "It's impossible to apologize."

This person is so cheap, and he doesn't take another punch, it's considered light, how can he complain of injustice.

Roadblock said: "Another apology is also fine, you can pay 50 less."

The police were dumbfounded. Is there such a business? It's never seen before. He turned his head to face Song Yan again: "Then... what about this gentleman?"

Song Yan: "No."

"..."

One was colder than the other, and the police were strangled by the throat. Although he is more inclined towards Yan Zhuo and the others, no matter what, once he starts, it is not a small friction incident. It has risen to a fight. Yan Zhuo and the others do not take care of it, so he can only handle the case according to the rules .

In the end, Yan Zhuo paid the other party two hundred yuan to settle the matter.

The roadblock took the money and smiled, overjoyed. But before he was excited for five seconds, he heard the police say again: "Vehicles occupying the blind lane are illegal parking, and a fine of 200 will be imposed. I'll keep a memory in the future."

This time from happiness to sadness.

The duck that got in hand flew again, which was equivalent to getting a fist in vain.

He almost spat out a mouthful of old blood!

When he walked out of the police station, Yan Zhuo felt relieved, he stretched his waist and said to Song Yan, "Well, let me tell you, that roadblock's expression is as stinky as eating/shit, hahaha, he will never dare to do so in the future. No matter how cheap you are, keep his memory for a lifetime."

Song Yan listened to the chattering voices in his ears, which seemed to be cheerful, but also seemed to show off, in short, chattering and noisy. He listened for a while, and finally couldn't help interrupting: "Are you thirsty after talking so much?"

Yan Zhuo shook his head: "No!" Before he finished speaking, he wanted to improvise a thousand words on his heroic act just now.

to appease his wrathful soul.

Song Yan was helpless and sighed slightly.

Yan Zhuo thought that he was still thinking about the nonsense that the mentally retarded said just now, and quickly comforted: "Don't listen to his nonsense, no one stipulates that you have to stay at home if you can't see it, and the road is not his, you Do whatever you want."

After he finished speaking, he patted Song Yan on the back soothingly.

Song Yan tilted her head: "Doesn't your hand hurt?"

Yan Zhuo laughed: "I'm the one who hit people, but I didn't get hit. It hurts. It's not too cool. I think I can punch again."

He was really cool. This was his first fight. He didn't expect that the head-on-head would be fine, with one punch and one panda eye.

Song Yan's face darkened instantly when he heard this, and he said coldly, "Aren't you a student of the Academy of Fine Arts? Then you should know that your hands are for painting, not for hitting people."

Yan Zhuo was speechless, what a bullshit fallacy. He slandered: Then my hands are still used to wipe the buttocks and grasp the chopsticks, so should I use my feet?

Song Yan couldn't see his expression, and didn't know if he was listening, but he still instructed: "If you want to be a painter, then protect your hands."

painter.

This word made Yan Zhuo slightly startled, and the fingers of his right hand slumped on the side of his leg curled up. After a long time, he thought of a response: "Well, I see."

They fought all the way back to the nursing home. On the way, Yan Zhuo couldn't say a word to Song Yan, and he was depressed to the point of exploding, because he was keenly aware of the low pressure on Song Yan's body.

Seeing that Song Yan was about to enter the room and close the door, Yan Zhuo stretched out his hand.

With his arms between the door and the door frame, he said to Song Yan, "Are you hungry?"