As soon as his aunt left, Tang Xiaonian sat on the sofa, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, planning to watch TV while waiting for Yang Chengchuan to come back and have dinner with the whole family.
As soon as he turned on the TV, Tang Xiaonian was startled when he heard a "bang", and instinctively turned his head to look at the source of the sound—Yang Xuan's room. After sitting there for a few seconds, she held her breath and listened intently to the movement inside, but the room was completely silent, and no sound came out again. Tang Xiaonian felt something was wrong, she stood up and walked quickly to Tang Junhe's room, opened the door and saw that there was no one in the room.
Tang Xiaonian's first reaction was that Tang Junhe was being bullied. She turned around and walked towards Yang Xuan's room as if she was facing an enemy. She didn't bother to knock on the door, and turned the doorknob to push the door open.
In the room, Yang Xuan was sitting by the bed, and Tang Junhe was standing in front of him, with a pale face and lowered head as if admitting his mistake. Tang Xiaonian rushed over regardless, and pulled Tang Junhe to look left and right: "Are you all right? Are you injured?"
"This is my room," Yang Xuan said with a cold face, frowning displeasedly, "Should I knock on the door before coming in?"
Tang Xiaonian ignored him, but just stared at Tang Junhe who had a very bad face and asked: "Did he hit you? Where did he hit you?"
Tang Junhe was frightened by Tang Xiaonian who broke in suddenly, he immediately shook his head and denied: "My brother didn't hit me."
"What was that sound just now?" Tang Xiaonian raised his eyes and stared at Yang Xuan and asked.
Yang Xuan's voice dropped to freezing point, and he said coldly, "Whatever happened in my room has nothing to do with you."
"Mom," Tang Junhe finally regained his sense of reason, he took Tang Xiaonian's arm and dragged her out, "This is my brother's room, let's go out..."
Tang Xiaonian stared at Yang Xuan viciously, and let out her first harsh words since she came to this house: "Yang Xuan, listen, if you dare to do anything to my son, I will fight you hard!"
Before she finished speaking, Yang Chengchuan pushed the door open and came in. Hearing Tang Xiaonian's sharp yelling, he frowned and looked at Yang Xuan's room, asking, "What's the matter, what's the noise?"
Tang Xiaonian then dragged Tang Junhe out of Yang Xuan's room. She ignored Yang Chengchuan's question and continued to ask Tang Junhe sharply: "What are you doing in his room?"
Yang Chengchuan took off his coat, hung it on the hanger and said, "It's just right, I also have something to ask Jun He."
"Wait first," Tang Xiaonian said angrily, "You can ask after I've finished."
Yang Chengchuan's speech was not fast, but his tone was uncompromising: "You can wait for other things, but you can't wait for things like getting involved in drugs."
Tang Xiaonian asked inexplicably, "What drugs?"
"Junhe, come here," Yang Chengchuan walked over, held Tang Junhe's shoulders and walked to the sofa. He leaned over and picked up the remote control to turn off the TV. He sat on the single sofa and said, "Sit down, this one Things, if Feng Bo's father hadn't come to look for me, I wouldn't have known a high school student could do such a thing, where did you get the drug dealer's phone number?"
"Yang Chengchuan, you made the matter clear," Tang Xiaonian was confused, "What drug dealer?"
"I haven't figured out this matter until now. I was having a meeting in the evening, and Feng Bo's father called me and said that his son was framed and framed. A person who had never been exposed to drugs was now arrested. You have wronged a drug addict. Why, just because Jun He got a phone number from a drug dealer who didn’t know where, so the two of them met at the school gate, and even prepared perjury evidence in advance.” Yang Chengchuan said unhurriedly After saying a few words, he looked at Tang Junhe and observed his expression, "I'm afraid they made a mistake. I haven't asked the police station yet. I'll come back and ask Junhe what happened in the middle. One thing."
Yang Chengchuan said it decently, but he was actually worried that Tang Junhe would make a big mess for him behind his back. After all, being charged with drugs is not the same as fighting and causing trouble. If this incident spread, his deputy mayor's face would be completely lost. put away. So out of caution, he didn't dare to go to the police station to inquire about the specific situation for the time being. He planned to come back and ask for clarification.
Furthermore, Yang Chengchuan always felt that Tang Junhe had a psychological problem. After what happened to Zhou Lin last time, he proposed to see a psychiatrist, but Tang Xiaonian dismissed it without even thinking about it. This time, he deliberately interrogated this matter in front of Tang Xiaonian, and also wanted her to admit that her son was indeed raised by her.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Tang Xiaonian was dumbfounded when he heard that, he tore Tang Junhe's clothes and said, "Where did you get the call from?"
In front of Yang Chengchuan, Tang Junhe managed to regain his composure. He lowered his eyes and said, "I don't have a phone, and I didn't make the call."
Yang Chengchuan was furious when he heard it: "That's Feng Bo's father lying to me, right?"
"I don't know." Tang Junhe said.
Yang Chengchuan took a deep breath, managed to suppress his anger, and tried his best to calmly say: "Jun He, you are a smart child, but it is not uncommon for you to be mistaken by your cleverness. Now tell me the whole story It's clear, I can also help you clear up behind the scenes in advance, and when the police station determines the nature of the matter, it's on TV and in newspapers, no one can save you."
Yang Chengchuan intentionally exaggerated the seriousness of the situation, trying to scare the truth out of his mouth, but unexpectedly Tang Junhe still said indifferently: "I said it, I don't know."
On the contrary, Tang Xiaonian was frightened, and urged: "Just say what you have, don't get into trouble and don't know how to deal with it."
Yang Chengchuan didn't expect him to be so reticent, he held back his anger, thought for a while, turned his head and shouted at Yang Xuan's door: "Yang Xuan, come out, I have something to ask you."
After a while, Yang Xuan opened the door and looked at him expressionlessly.
"Come here and sit," Yang Chengchuan pointed to the sofa, "How much do you know about your brother? Tell me as much as you know."
Yang Xuan came over and sat next to Tang Junhe, one person away from him, his tone was obviously impatient: "How could I know?"
Yang Chengchuan was furious: "I don't know, so Feng Bo's father deliberately spread lies to frame you?" He stood up, and the anger that had been suppressed before burst out, "Last time it was a forgery. Just defending the scene, trying to kill people, and this time contacting drug dealers to fabricate false testimony, how old are you? How can you have so many evil thoughts at such a young age? If you don’t say yes, then don’t say it, I don’t care what happens this time I am not responsible, you should be sentenced to prison, and I will not get involved again."
Tang Xiaonian was completely frightened, her complexion changed drastically, and she urged Tang Junhe anxiously: "You said it."
Tang Junhe lowered his head and remained silent, except for his pale face, there were only two trembling eyelashes all over his body that could show his inner anxiety.
"Let me tell." After a while of silence, Yang Xuan said, "I'll just say what I know. On the night of New Year's Day, Feng Bo gave me—"
"Let me talk." He had just started when Tang Junhe interrupted him suddenly.
"Let me say it." Tang Junhe repeated, "I said it myself." He swallowed his throat, "On New Year's Day, Feng Bo asked me to smoke that cigarette in the name of playing a game, because it is a game. I couldn't refuse the punishment. Thanks to my brother who insisted on stopping me, the game didn't continue. Later, I thought there was something wrong with that cigarette, so I tried to pick it up... "
When he said this, Yang Xuan tilted his head and glanced at him slightly, and with just this one glance, he suddenly stopped talking. Because he understood the meaning of that look, Yang Xuan was telling him to stop talking.
"Continue." Yang Chengchuan frowned.
Originally intended to clarify the facts, but after receiving Yang Xuan's hint, Tang Junhe changed his statement: "Later, in order to warn Feng Bo, I lied to him that I was going to call the police. stole the cigarette case."
"Then what's the matter with using Feng Bo's mobile phone to call the drug dealer?" Yang Chengchuan frowned and said as he stood up and walked around.
Tang Junhe was a little hesitant, not knowing whether he should tell the truth, he subconsciously glanced at Yang Xuan, but Yang Xuan didn't look at him again. Just when he couldn't make up his mind, Yang Xuan shook his head almost invisibly.
Only then did Tang Junhe speak: "I don't know."
"Really don't know?" Yang Chengchuan was dubious, and then asked Yang Xuan, "Yang Xuan, did you hear what he said, is there anything you want to add?"
"No." Yang Xuan said briefly.
Although he didn't believe what Tang Junhe said 100%, these words still shook Yang Chengchuan. After all, it was true that Feng Bo lied to Tang Junhe to go up the mountain last time. It is not sure whether he will lie to his father this time in order to clear himself. What's more, in his usual impression, Feng Bo was not a good student who obeyed the law.
Anyway, after listening to Tang Junhe's explanation, Yang Chengchuan finally had some confidence in his heart. It would be easier if Feng Bo committed evil first, whether it was at the police station or in business with Feng Bo's father. In terms of negotiation, Yang Chengchuan felt that at least he would not be too passive this time. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and planned to clarify everything tomorrow.
After listening to Tang Junhe's statement, Tang Xiaonian's heart fluctuated a little. After dinner, she walked into Tang Junhe's room, sat next to his bed and asked, "Did Yang Xuan stop him?"
Tang Junhe said, "Yes."
"He's also..." Tang Xiaonian fell silent without saying a word, and said after a while, "That Feng Bo is really, why is he always targeting you?"
"Hate me."
"Why do I hate you?" Tang Xiaonian couldn't sit still again.
"I don't know, maybe there is no reason, maybe it's anger," Tang Junhe said with his head down, "It's like you hate Yang Xuan."
"What do you know?" Tang Xiaonian reached out to push his head. She never talked to Tang Junhe about her relationship experience when she was young. She quickly brought the topic back and said, "Then why did you run to him just now?" The room? What was the movement in his room, it scared me."
"He," Tang Junhe said at a loss for words, but quickly found a reason, "He thinks I shouldn't provoke Feng Bo impulsively."
"Really?" Tang Xiaonian's voice was so soft that she seemed to be talking to herself, as if she felt a little wrong, she rarely said anything more.
After ten o'clock, Tang Junhe walked to the door of Yang Xuan's room. He knocked on the door lightly, and it was quiet inside, but Yang Xuan didn't get up to open the door for him. He held the doorknob and pushed the door open on his own initiative.
Yang Xuan was sitting in front of the half-meter-high window sill smoking a cigarette. Seeing Tang Junhe push the door in, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him. Tang Junhe closed the door and walked towards him: "Brother..."
"Come and sit down." Yang Xuan said. Tang Junhe couldn't see the expression on his face clearly behind the white smoke.
"Brother, did I do something wrong..." Tang Junhe whispered, after a while, he didn't get an answer from Yang Xuan, and he spoke again, his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "But, Can I just suffer their malice in silence? I don't want to frame him, I just want him to be punished... "
Yang Xuan smoked silently, and after a while he said, "Why didn't you let me continue?"
Tang Junhe realized that he was talking about the scene in front of Yang Chengchuan, he lowered his head, pinched his fingers with short nails, and asked softly: "Didn't you let me go on?" ?”