I asked Mo Qiu why he suddenly figured out that he wanted to call the police.
He was silent for a while, and replied: "I don't want to be bullied forever and can't resist. I don't want to hurt others because of my cowardice." When he said these words, he trembled violently, "Let go He, the next time someone gets hurt could be anyone, someone I know, someone I don't know, a passerby on the road, someone else's child... I don't want that."
In the past, I always felt that I was not the same as him. We have different personalities and different hobbies. He is dull and introverted, but I am lively and active; he is timid and fearful, but I am fearless; he always walks with his head down, and I never hold my head high.
Due to my teacher's entrustment, I had to take him as a burden around me, but in my heart, I actually didn't want to associate with him, so I cut off contact with him soon after graduation.
He is the opposite of me. If "quietness" is considered an advantage, it is probably the only positive comment I have on him.
But at this moment, he surprised me a little.
People who used to be unable to protect themselves now want to protect others. Still with the power of one person, resist such a huge monster.
I just hope that he will never regret his choice today, and never regret being a person who knows how to resist.
I saw that he was in good condition, even better than before, so I said a few more words to let him take a good rest, seeing that the time was almost up, I got up and wanted to leave.
Mo Qiu sent me to the door, and when I was putting on my shoes, I suddenly remembered that there was something important I hadn't said, so I said, "By the way, Luo Zhengyun's lawyer is my brother."
"Your brother?" Mo Qiu's voice was a little dazed, and soon turned into surprise, "That scary brother who came to your parent meeting?"
I was taken aback, and it took me a long time to realize that there is such a thing as a parent meeting, but what does "so scary" mean
"Yes, that's him." Putting on my shoes, I waved goodbye to Mo Qiu, "Don't worry, although he is my brother, our relationship has not been very good these years, I just want to let you know. Let's go!"
Sheng Mingou did give me a parent-teacher meeting in my third year of junior high school.
After my father passed away, the burden of supporting the family fell on my mother alone. In addition to her full-time job at the school, she also worked many part-time jobs outside, and she was busy during winter and summer vacations and weekends.
The parents' meeting happened to be on Sunday, and the time was set for the convenience of parents who went to work to attend as much as possible. But my mother just happened to have no time, no matter what, and finally had to let Sheng Minou, the only and the only one who could spare time, to participate on her behalf.
Sheng Minou was 19 years old at that time, an adult in various senses. Although the teacher was surprised that such a young "parent" came, but because he knew that my family was in a special situation, he didn't say much.
In the third grade of junior high school, I will soon fill in the application form for the senior high school entrance examination. The main purpose of the parent meeting was to answer some questions about filling in the application form and to guide the work of filling out the application form, so students also need to sit and listen together.
Anyway, there is Sheng Minou in my family, but Mo Qiu has only him.
It was too difficult for Mo Qiu's elderly grandparents to fill in the application form. After the class teacher determined that neither of Mo Qiu's parents would come, he simply let him come by himself.
During the meeting, since Mo Qiu and I were usually seated next to each other, this time it became a seating layout like Sheng Minou, me, and Mo Qiu, and I sat between them.
Other memories have been blurred, only Sheng Minou's hand holding the pen is very beautiful, and the appearance of bowing his head to take notes is also very beautiful.
On the other hand, Mo Qiu on the other side, his handwriting is like a dog crawling, and his memory is also unclear and disorganized.
"How did you listen?" I poked my head over his notes for a long time, and couldn't help but frown.
Mo Qiu paused, then quietly raised his head to look at me with some fear, then lowered his head even lower.
"Where... is there something wrong?"
I turned my head to look at Sheng Minou's notes. The organization was clear and the handwriting was neat. It was simply pleasing to the eye.
"Brother, can you lend me your deskmate to copy your notes later?" I leaned over and whispered in his ear.
Sheng Minou stopped writing, looked towards me, and then glanced at Mo Qiu on the other side through me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Mo Qiu seemed to be trembling violently, and then Sheng Minou looked away and said "hmm" softly.
This is probably the only intersection between the two. After the parent-teacher meeting, I asked Mo Qiu to take the notes home and copy them. He thanked me so much that he choked up when he spoke, and brought me two big apples the next day, saying it was a gift from his grandma.
I ate one and took the other home and wanted to keep it for Sheng Minou, but until the end of that month, he didn't come home again. I asked my mother to call him, but she refused. She just said to ask him to come back and do something. In the end, the apple gradually lost its moisture and became wrinkled. My mother hated it and threw it away while I was away.
Who would have thought that the two people who had heard a parent meeting would now go to court
No one can think of it.
There is no need to wait for the vicissitudes of life. In just ten years, the world is already very different.
It is said that things are impermanent, which is probably the case.
After getting out of Mo Qiu's place, I went to Sheng Minou's office by car again, and the reason I gave myself was to find out the truth.
But I know that's just an excuse, I just want to see him.
There were constant signals from the back of my brain urging me to see him, and they formed a horrible withdrawal that made me want him and miss him more than ever.
I almost thought I was back in the past, back to the time when I just lost my freedom and wanted to see him crazily, but he never responded to me or came to see me... those two years.
At that time, I dreamed of growing wings to see him, and I always counted the visiting day with my fingers, waiting for that day anxiously, and spent that day with great disappointment. In the past ten years, I have waited from sunrise to sunset for countless visit days, but none of them have been able to fulfill my wish.
In the past, there were high walls and barred windows, so I could only wait but not act. Now unless I let Shen Xiaoshi and the others lock me up at home, with my hands and feet tied up and not going anywhere, there is really nothing that can stop me.
Even if my reason tells me: "Lu Feng, what you do will only make Sheng Minou look down on you even more, so calm down."
But emotion has covered the mouth of reason, singing: "Long live freedom! Long live instinct!"
I calmed my mind: "I just went to eye addiction, and I promise not to do anything. The withdrawal reaction is serious enough to be fatal. You have to let me take it step by step, and I can't break it too hard all at once. After all, I have loved him for so long..."
Reason listens, reason stops.
Emotion completely takes over the high ground, and emotion rejoices.
There was a crowd of people in front of the office, all of them were reporters who wanted to interview Sheng Minou.
I rushed from left to right, desperately squeezed to the front, and found that the glass door that was supposed to open to welcome visitors was locked, and there was a notice posted on the door, stating that Jin Shang Law Firm would not accept any media interviews.
However, no one cares about the notices and photos, reporters' photos, etc.
I patted the door glass, the front desk heard a voice, looked up and saw that it was me, got up in surprise and opened the door for me.
With a click, the door lock was unlocked, and I squeezed in through the door with lightning speed, without giving the reporters behind me a chance to take advantage of the loopholes.
Seeing a group of people standing in the dark outside, I suddenly had the illusion of being in a zombie apocalyptic world. It would be more like a few bloody handprints on the door.
"Mr. Lu, long time no see." The receptionist said with a smile, "Are you here to see Lawyer Sheng? He is in the office, you can just go in."
I nodded, thanked her, and walked straight to Sheng Minou's office.
After not coming for a long time, it seems that there are many more people here. The previously empty offices are now almost full.
It seems to be developing well.
But originally, how could a person like Sheng Minou remain silent.
When I came to Sheng Minou's office, I didn't knock on the door, I just pushed the door open and walked in while holding the doorknob.
The room is sunny, and in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, a tall man is talking on the phone with his back to me, with one hand in his trouser pocket.
Hearing the movement, he withdrew his gaze and looked towards me.
"You should be more familiar with how to fight public opinion wars... just follow your rhythm..." He paused when he saw me, his eyes stayed on my face for a few seconds, then he turned back and continued to call, as if he didn't care My existence, "Don't let him go out during this time... Can't watch it? Do you need me to teach you how to tie a bow?"
His tone was still unhurried, even cultivated, when he spoke the stinging words, but one listened closely and every syllable was tinged with contempt.
I sat down on the chair in front of his desk and kept turning the direction left and right, having a great time playing. About two minutes later, Sheng Minou hung up the phone and walked towards the desk.
"I thought we had reached a consensus that we would never see each other again."
He didn't have any good words when he opened his mouth, so I'm used to it, so I turned a deaf ear and went straight to the point: "I'm here for Luo Zhengyun's case."
Sheng Minou threw the phone aside, sat down and said, "Why, you started working part-time as a paparazzi?"
His desk is made of clear acrylic, so I can see what he's wearing just by looking down a little.
Today he wore a pair of black derby shoes, handmade, top layer of cowhide. Since the shoes of this brand are quite famous in the luxury industry, it is not an exaggeration to say that their customers are all over the elite circle of wealthy businessmen. I was not surprised that Sheng Minou would wear their shoes, I was just surprised that the grandson who took advantage of me was wearing exactly the same shoes as Sheng Minou, and was wearing the same perfume as him.
There is such a coincidence in the world...
Could there be such a coincidence in the world
My mind was a little messed up all of a sudden, this time I didn't speak rationally, and my emotions let me calm down first, sober up.
I opened my mouth and answered his words slowly: "... Mo Qiu is my friend."
He seemed to realize it instantly, crossed his fingers, and slowly leaned against the back of the chair behind him, erecting an invisible iron wall.
"No comment."
I forced myself to look away from his feet: "Do you have to defend a beast? You should be very clear about whether Luo Zhengyun is guilty or not."
"The law upholds justice, and lawyers uphold their clients. Regardless of guilt or innocence, Mr. Luo has the right to ask a lawyer to defend him." Sheng Minou's tone remained unchanged, "Besides, strictly speaking, I don't serve him. It is Xinghao Entertainment behind him who signed the lawyer's agency contract, and they are also the ones who pay the huge annual fee. Now I am just protecting the client's property from loss. If you want to find out information about the case from me, you can Don't bother. The door is there, and you can go."
I'm no longer in the mood to find out what's wrong with him, and I know that with his character, it's impossible for me to tell you what to say. In fact, all my thoughts are now on his damn shoes.
But... is it possible
Sheng Minou, who has always rejected me thousands of miles away, and Sheng Minou who would wipe me for a long time when I touch him, would do such a thing to me
What is he plotting
Obviously as long as I hook my fingers, I will kneel in front of him and kiss the back of his feet. Why did he bother to be blindfolded and tied up, trying to disgust me with the thrill of torturing me
Impossible, too bizarre, it should be... just a coincidence.
I quickly recognized the reality and denied the possibility that Sheng Minou was the grandson of that bastard.
I have seen and seen, and the trash talk is over, I stand up and leave.
Sheng Minou stopped looking at me and turned on the computer on the desk.
I lowered my eyes, stared at his thin lips, and touched his neck unconsciously. The obvious traces of the place where I was bitten had faded away, but at this moment, there was a strange pain again.
One couldn't help but asked, "Where were you last Saturday night?"