As the saying goes, impulse is the devil.
When Yan Zhuo and Song Yan sat in the police station, they deeply understood the meaning of this sentence. Of course, what I also experienced was a certain roadblock that caused the circle of my left eye to be blue because of my indiscriminate words.
The roadblock yelled, "Uncle policeman, look how swollen my eye circles are. Now I don't even dare to touch them. It hurts when I touch them. It is said that officials should make decisions for the people, so You have to call the shots for me."
Everyone has been listening to him beeping for a long time, and this will be even more annoying.
The policeman was speechless and said, "Calm down and talk less, we have already understood the situation."
"Understand well, understand well. You must deeply understand how sad and wronged I am!" Lu Zhan nodded vigorously, and then wiped his neck towards Yan Zhuo. He really didn't expect that he would be beaten for a few complaints, and he was stunned when Yan Zhuo punched him in the face.
When he reacted, he almost cried while covering his face.
It hurts, it really hurts.
Yan Zhuo looked at his cheap swishing look, and thought: It seems that he is still playing 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 him, one younger and one more mature. Although the mature one is invisible, it can make people feel that he is a well-bred man. And the other... Judging from its appearance, it really doesn't look like the style of punching someone on the street.
You really can't tell what you look like.
This incident itself is not a big deal. The policeman paused and said, "I suggest that both of you can resolve it privately, and then reach a settlement agreement. After you get out of this door, you can go back to the bridge and go back to the road. Don't hold on to it anymore."
Yan Zhuo nodded, he had no objection.
Roadblock also nodded, his idea was very simple, he said: "I'm an honest man, and I didn't think about it. But I was beaten too unjustly, they can't be responsible. Or let them pay me two hundred Disability fee of 1 yuan, not less than 100, and then each person apologizes."
What a beautiful idea. Yan Zhuo didn't even look at him and said, "It's impossible to apologize."
This person is so cheap, he didn't make another punch and it was considered light, how could he have the face to cry for injustice.
Roadblock said: "Another apology is fine, and you can pay 50 less."
The police were dumbfounded. Is there such a deal? Really unprecedented. He turned to Song Yan again: "Then... what about this gentleman?"
Song Yan: "No."
"..."
One by one was colder than the other, and the policeman was strangled by the throat. Although he is more inclined to Yan Zhuo and the others in his heart, no matter what, once he starts fighting, it is no longer a small friction incident. It has risen to a fight incident. Yan Zhuo and the others don't take it seriously, so he can only handle the case according to the rules and regulations. .
In the end, Yan Zhuo paid the other party two hundred yuan to settle the matter.
The roadblock took the money and smiled happily, overjoyed. But before he was excited for five seconds, he heard the policeman say again: "Motor vehicles occupying the blind road is illegal parking, and the fine is two hundred. Let's make a memory in the future."
This time from joy to sorrow.
The duck in hand flew again, which was equivalent to being punched in vain.
He almost spit out a mouthful of old blood!
Walking out of the police station, Yan Zhuo felt comfortable all over. He stretched his waist and said to Song Yan: "Hey, let me tell you, the expression of that roadblock - it stinks like eating/poop hahaha, he will never dare to do it again in the future." Talk cheap, keep his memory for a lifetime."
Song Yan listened to the chattering voice in his ears, it seemed to be cheerful, and it seemed to be showing off, in short, it was chattering and noisy. He listened for a while, and finally couldn't help but interrupted: "Are you thirsty after talking so much?"
Yan Zhuo shook his head: "No!" Before he finished speaking, he wanted to impromptuly give a thousand words about his heroic deed just now.
To appease his burning soul.
Song Yan was helpless and sighed slightly.
Yan Zhuo thought that he was still thinking about the nonsense he said just now when he was beaten mentally retarded, so he quickly comforted him: "Don't listen to his nonsense, no one stipulates that you have to stay at home if you can't see, and the road is not his home, you Do what you want."
After speaking, he patted Song Yan on the back reassuringly.
Song Yan tilted his head: "Don't your hands hurt?"
Yan Zhuo was amused: "I'm the one who hit someone, but I wasn't the one who was hit. It hurts so much. It's not too much fun. I think I can give another punch."
He was really cool, this was his first fight, he didn't expect to be able to hit the head with a punch and a panda eye.
Song Yan's face darkened 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 drawing, not beating people."
Yan Zhuo was speechless, what kind of nonsense is this. He complained: Then my hands are still used to wipe my buttocks and grab chopsticks. According to this, should I use my feet
Song Yan couldn't see his expression, and didn't know if he listened or not, but he still told him: "If you want to be a painter, then protect your hands well."
painter.
This word stunned Yan Zhuo slightly, and curled up the fingers of his right hand hanging on the side of his leg. After a long time, he thought of responding: "Yes, I see."
They drove all the way back to the nursing home. On the way, Yan Zhuo failed to say a word to Song Yan, so depressed that he exploded, because he was keenly aware of the low air pressure on Song Yan's body.
Seeing that Song Yan was about to enter the house and close the door, Yan Zhuo stretched out his hand.
He put his arm between the door and the door frame, and said to Song Yan: "Are you hungry?"
The foreword does not match the afterword, there is no foreshadowing, and it comes extremely suddenly.
Song Yan frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Then why did you lose your temper all of a sudden?" Yan Zhuo asked.
It's really vexatious. Song Yan said: "That eye of yours saw me lose my temper."
"Two!" Yan Zhuo said. After finishing speaking, he handed him the cheese cake in his hand: "I bought this after queuing for a long time. Strawberry cheese cake, try it."
Song Yan: "No, you can keep it to eat." After saying that, he wanted to close the door again.
"Hey hey hey..." Yan Zhuo still clamped his arm between the door and the door frame to prevent him from closing the door, and forced the cheesecake into Song Yan's hand.
"I bought two," he said. "Believe me, this will make you feel better."
Everyone said rushing was not a business, but in the end Song Yan still accepted the box of cheese cakes.
Yan Zhuo smiled, feeling a sense of joy that everything was done.
He turned around with another cheesecake in his hand, and when he turned his head, he saw Qin Xiao who was not far away from him.
Qin Xiao stood at the door of 106, looking at him with an inscrutable expression.
Yan Zhuo was terrified by her, and vaguely felt that he was ashamed, so he angrily said to her: "You don't work hard, what are you doing here?"
Qin Xiao winked at him and said, "I'm watching a play."
"..."
Qin Xiao said again: "Did you know? The behavior of you and Mr. Song just now resembles a quarrel between husband and wife."
"Bah." Yan Zhuo spat, "Then who is the little daughter-in-law?"
Then who else could it be? Qin Xiao smiled and said nothing.
Yan Zhuo came to his senses and rolled his big eyes: "I'll fuck you."
No matter which aspect you look at, he is full of aggression without hesitation, okay
Qin Xiao was afraid that if this kind of joke was repeated too much, the straight man would be offended, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "Is it true that eating your cheesecake will make you feel better?"
Will shit. Even those who bluff people believe it. Yan Zhuo lifted the cheesecake up for her to look at and said, "What magic do you think it can have?"
Qin Xiao joked, "Then give me your box."
Yan Zhuo guarded the food and refused very simply: "No."
Qin Xiao: "... our friendship is worth nothing but a mediocre pie?"
Yan Zhuo pretended to be shy: "This is a couple's package for me and Mr. Song, I can't give it to you."
"..."
Back in the dormitory, Yan Zhuo fell on the bed exhaustedly. The right hand of the beating man was still aching.
He sighed, completely no longer the brisk appearance in front of others just now.
He suddenly remembered the monitoring of Song Yanwei's feet that day—
Because there was less than 10 seconds between Song Yan hearing the call and going out, he might have been too anxious and forgot to take his blind stick, and tripped over a few boxes piled up while walking along the wall.
At that moment, Yan Zhuo's heart skipped a beat in front of the screen.
Yan Zhuo didn't know what kind of mood Song Yan had when he got up. He just watched Song Yan feel through the computer bit by bit until the main switch was pulled down.
So today, what is the situation today that will knock down other people's cars.
How sad it is to be called blind.
…
Yan Zhuo turned off the light in the room and sat on the bed.
Because of poor dark adaptation, it took him more than ten seconds to get used to it before he could see the things around him clearly.
The moment he saw the sky, he thought that he could understand Song Yan's world a little bit.
It turned out that it wasn't darkness, it was nothingness.