Wen Liang had a kind expression and a light tone without any anger, but the thin man felt a chill in his ears and forced a smile, "Just send me to the police station. I'm not worth dirtying your hands, brother..."
Wen Liang held his hand in the air, the knife light reflecting the sun's rays, piercing people's hearts. He looked the thin man up and down, and suddenly smiled: "You said three sentences, and two of them were about the police station. Since when did a thief become so intimate with the police?"
Si Yajing's pretty face turned slightly red, annoyed by his vulgar words. She broke free with her little hand and twisted Wen Liang's waist.
"If I'm not mistaken, you can walk out of the police station in a swagger the moment I send you there, right?"
The thin man wanted to brag and make up some solid connections, but when he saw Wen Liang's expression, he didn't dare to be too proud and said, "It's good that you understand. Don't make trouble for yourself..."
Before he finished speaking, Wen Liang's face suddenly changed, and he said viciously: "If that's the case, I have to cut it with this knife!"
Wen Liang made a move to raise his knife and stab the thin man. He was so frightened that he didn't care about the pain in his leg bones. He struggled to dodge backwards and shouted, "I'll pay you, I'll pay you. I'll compensate you for your losses. Big brother, please let me go..." This time he even called him big brother.
"Let you go? You dare to touch our bags? If I let you go, how can I explain to her? Humph!" Wen Liang was not willing to give in and was about to stab again. Si Yajing finally reacted. She didn't expect Wen Liang to really hurt anyone. In a hurry, she opened her arms and hugged his waist, revealing some of her fair skin through his white collar.
"Wenliang, don't..."
Si Yajing's voice was tearful and plaintive. She no longer looked dignified and proud as usual. Instead, she sounded a little helpless and pleading.
It was a winter evening, the wind was chilly and the boy gently touched the bright red lips, which was like a cup of steaming spring tea, a little moist and a little gentle.
Uncle Wen was not willing to let her go like this, so he reached out and grabbed her sleeve. Si Yajing struggled a few times but failed to break free, so he whispered, "Why don't you let go?"
Wen Liang ignored her, turned around and threw the switchblade at the thin man, saying, "You hang out here often, you should know Brother Ming, right? There is his game hall not far ahead, go there and accept the punishment... Don't think about running away, seeing that you are so skilled in stealing things, you must be no unknown person. Qingzhou is not very big, it is too easy to find a celebrity with a pointed face and monkey cheeks..."
Who in the underworld doesn't know Brother Ming? He was the one who dared to send Zhao Jianjun to prison! In an instant, the thin man who had been talking about the police station following him into his own toilet finally drooped his face, knowing that he had not checked the almanac before going out today, and he had hit a wall!
Seeing that he had given in, Wen Liang spread out his palm and shook it twice, saying, "Well, just now I heard you say to compensate for the loss..."
Hearing this, the thin man almost burst into tears and swore in his heart that he would check the almanac before going out in the future.
With the more than 100 yuan he had looted, Wen Liang ignored the guy slumped on the ground, pulled Si Yajing's sleeve and walked a few steps forward, approached her, and said, "Teacher Si, I was wrong just now, don't take it personally. I have something to talk to you about today."
With this moment of buffering, Si Yajing also calmed down from her shyness and annoyance.
"Okay, but I'm in a hurry to pick up Tutu from school. If you have nothing to do, come with me. Tutu is also clamoring to come and play with you." Si Yajing is an adult after all, and her ability to change the subject and eliminate awkwardness is no less than Uncle Wen. She lifted the hair by her ear and said, "I don't know what kind of magic you fed her. She's always thinking about Brother Wen."
Wen Liang was in a state of impetuousness at the moment, but was afraid that she would get angry again, so he did not dare to stay for a moment. His eyes quickly swept past and landed on the empty space not far ahead. He sighed, "Tutu is still a conscientious person. She knows who treats her well. She is not like some people who cross the river and then destroy the bridge. They are much faster than the famous athlete Xiao Xuanfeng in changing their faces. I acted bravely and captured the thief, but I didn't hear a thank you. Instead, he walked away in anger. It's really chilling to think about it."
Si Yajing smiled and said, "Okay, thank you, classmate Wen, for being brave and catching the thief with wisdom. You are a first-class good person. But you are brave, but I don't know where to start when it comes to wisdom..."
"How can I not be smart? I used a few words to find out that he had something going on with the police station, and then I acted so hard that he was scared to death, and I even extorted money for a meal from him. Isn't this smart?"
"This is called "evil will be punished by evil", it is cunning, not wisdom... By the way, who is that famous athlete Xiao Xuanfeng you mentioned just now? Is he from the Ma family army?"
"Hey, Mr. Si, haven't you heard a famous quote? He's a little whirlwind in bed, and he does it in three seconds. He's the epitome of speed..."
"Warm and forgiving!"
"Okay, okay, I admit my mistake. Isn't that enough?"
Wen Liang's rough laughter and Si Yajing's soft whispers were faintly audible in the winter wind. In the hazy sky and earth, there was a sense of inexplicable warmth and tenderness.
The two took a taxi to Little Sun Kindergarten. They were still a little late. There were still five or six children waiting for their parents to pick them up at the gate. A young, pretty girl was standing nearby. When she saw Si Yajing getting off the car, she came up to her and said jokingly, "Sister Yajing, if you don't come, I'll kidnap Tutu."
Si Yajing was obviously very familiar with the girl. She reached out to pinch her nose, her eyes full of love, and said, "If you can be more powerful with your mouth, what man would dare to want you?"
The pretty girl dodged while giggling: "I am only good at talking, but I am nothing like you, Sister Yajing. Not only do you have a pretty face and a pretty figure, but you also have very good methods. You disciplined my unlucky brother-in-law like a good little cat, haha."
Si Yajing's hand froze, and she slowly withdrew it, no longer teasing her. The pretty girl then saw the bruises on her face, and realized that she had said something wrong. She hurriedly grabbed Si Yajing's hand and said, "Sister Yajing, what's wrong with your face? I, I..."
Si Yajing forced a smile, patted her face, glanced at Wen Liang, and said nothing.
Wen Liang was very tactful and said, "I'll go pick up Tutu." He looked around and didn't see Tutu among the five or six children at the door. Through the door, he could see two children squatting inside. One of them was wearing a red cotton-padded jacket and looked vaguely like Tutu.
Just as he was about to step through the door, he heard the girl behind him asking, "Who is this person? Isn't this the one my mom asked you to introduce to me? He's not good-looking, I don't want him!"
Wen Liang stumbled, held onto the door, turned back and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in airports."
"AIRPORT?"
Si Yajing and the girl widened their eyes. Wen Liang felt a little headache. Comrades, you are so ignorant that you don’t even know where the airport is. You are such a disgrace to women!
Si Yajing held the girl who was about to run away, feeling both amused and confused. Where did Wen Liang learn these things? Bah, he is really a little hooligan! A trace of shyness flashed in her eyes, but a soft smile appeared on her lips involuntarily.
"Okay, Sister Yajing, you're still laughing. Tell me who this guy is. I won't let him off!"
Wen Liang quietly walked behind Tutu. Opposite her was a cute little boy, but he was scared by the first sentence he heard.
He said in a baby voice: "Tutu, let's elope."
Damn, how old are you? Your little dick is not even as big as a grain of rice, and yet you dare to take the initiative and snatch a girl
Tutu's bright voice rang out: "Mom will come to pick me up soon, how are we going to elope?"
The little boy scratched his head, thought about it in distress, and said in surprise: "Take a car. If you have a car, your mother can't catch up."
Tutu hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, but you have to pay for the ride. Do you have money?"
The little boy dug into his pocket and took out a crumpled dime. Tutu said contemptuously, "This is not enough!"
"Then you pay for it, okay?"
Wen Liang sneered, thinking: You want a girl to pay for elopement? Do you think my Tutu is stupid? Tutu did not disappoint Wen Liang's trust and asked, "How old are you?"
"Four years old!"
"I'm three years old, so you should pay for it!"
Rabindranath Tagore - When you commanded me to sing, my heart seemed to burst with pride, I looked up at your face, tears welled up in my eyes
In my socket.
All the bitterness and contradictions in my life melted into a sweet harmony—
My praise is like a joyful bird, fluttering its wings across the ocean.
I know you enjoy my singing. I know it is only because I am a singer that I can come before you.
With the outstretched wings of my song I have touched your feet, which I never dared to hope to touch.
Intoxicated by the song, I forgot myself. You were my master, but I called you my friend.
I know not how thou singest, my lord! I always listen in wonder.
The radiance of your music illuminates the world. The breath of your music permeates the heavens.
The holy spring of thy music rushes forward, breaking through all the rocks that stand in its way.
My heart longs to sing with you, but I can't make a sound. I want to speak, but words can't make a song. I call
Oh, you have made my heart a prisoner in the vast net of your music, my master!
Please allow me to slack off for a while and sit beside you. I will finish the work at hand later.
Without your presence, my heart knows no peace or repose, and my work becomes an endless sea of toil.
Endless toil in the.
Today the heat of summer comes to my window and whispers: the bees are singing in the palace of flowers.
This is the time to sit quietly, facing you, singing the song of life in this silence and endless leisure.
Pick this flower and take it away without delay! I am afraid it will wither and fall into the dust.
I received an invitation to the world's festival, my life was blessed. My eyes saw beautiful sights, my
The ears also heard intoxicating music.
My task at this banquet was to play music, and I did my best.
Now, I ask, has the time finally come when I can go in and see your face and offer my silent respect
Is it a gift
17
I am only waiting for Love to finally give me into His hands. This is the reason for my delay, and I am responsible for this delay.
They want to bind me tightly with laws and rules; but I always hide from them, because I only wait for love,
To finally hand me over to him. People blame me for not paying attention to others; I know their blame is justified. (To be continued)