In a blink of an eye, it was time to go to school, Shen Zhou first sent Shen Ran to the school bus to the kindergarten, and then rolled out his little pink eDonkey that was drawn by lottery.
Shen Zhou straddled up and threw two spare helmets at Ye Qinghe, "Come up."
Ye Qinghe hugged his helmet and was stunned for several seconds.
"Hurry up, we're going to be late." Shen Zhou urged in a cold voice.
Ye Qinghe came to his senses, "The three of us sit, take this to school?"
"Otherwise." Shen Zhou frowned, "I don't have a direct bus to school."
"..."
Although it looks cool that Shen Zhou usually rides, but if he really wants to sit, he doesn't feel safe...
Ye Qinghe frowned for a long time, but he had no choice but to put the helmet on for Ye Ya, hugged her and sat on it.
The helmet was Shen Ran, Ye Ya was wearing it a bit too big, the hat fell down and directly covered her vision, she was sitting in the middle, Ye Qinghe hugged her at the back, and Shen Zhou in the front just blocked her from the wind, warm and comfortable Safety.
The three of them sat down, Shen Zhou turned the handlebar, and the little e-Donkey slid away from the alley like a flash of pink lightning.
Ye Ya leaned obediently in Ye Qinghe's arms, holding Shen Zhou's sleeves tightly with her small hands. In the darkness, she heard a whining sound coming from behind her. Ye Ya's ears moved, and she said loudly: "Brother, there is something behind!!"
Her voice was covered by the wind, but Ye Qinghe could still hear her clearly.
Glancing back from the corner of the eye, Ye Qinghe's figure froze.
"Student Shen Zhou. Police...police!" He was so nervous that he stuttered and pushed Shen Zhou's shoulder in a panic, "The police are behind!"
Behind him, traffic police cars followed closely, and even sounded their sirens to attract their attention.
Shen Zhou was fearless in the face of danger and rode even faster.
"The people in front stop!"
"The cyclists in front stop!"
The traffic police used their horns to urge them.
There's a red light ahead, so I can't run away.
Shen Zhou braked hastily and had no choice but to slow down the car.
The traffic police came over.
"Get out of the car." He glanced at Shen Zhou and Ye Qinghe in the car, and seeing a little baby sitting in the middle, his expression sank instantly, "Push the car over."
Ye Qinghe came down first with Ye Ya in his arms, and followed the traffic police to the side of the road.
Ye Ya's face was still covered with a helmet, and she staggered and stumbled like a big-headed baby.
The traffic police couldn't stand it anymore, bent down and took off the helmet for Ye Ya. Her face was exposed, which made the traffic police look shocked.
She is extremely good-looking.
The hair is curly and slightly yellow, the bangs are messy and pasted on the forehead, the eyelashes are black and long, wrapping the black and shiny eyes like two small fans, the skin is fair, the lips are pink, delicate like a doll. Ye Ya kept staring at him and the camera behind him, his expression full of curiosity.
"Brother, he took pictures of me." Ye Ya pointed to the camera uncle holding a phantom camera behind him, with a cute childlike voice.
Only then did Ye Qinghe notice that someone was filming behind him, he was taken aback, and asked honestly: "Are you doing a show?"
The traffic policeman squinted at Ye Ya, and his tone softened, "We are from "Dragon City Traffic", and we specialize in arresting you pedestrians who violate traffic laws."
In order to standardize traffic awareness and tell citizens the dangers of disobedience to traffic laws, the TV station and the traffic police brigade specially created this program. The program is broadcast every day, and each time is only ten minutes. The content is to catch all kinds of running red lights and driving without a license. There are also overloaded and speeding pedestrians.
It has been two years since the show was launched, and they have seen all kinds of strange things, but this is the first time they have seen two children take a child to school on an electric scooter.
The traffic policeman bent down and looked at Ye Ya with a gentle tone: "Tell Uncle how old you are."
Ye Ya was a little afraid of the camera behind her, so she couldn't help but hide behind Ye Qinghe, leaving only the back of their heads arrogantly, and replied in a shallow and serious voice: "One hundred years old."
Traffic police: "..."
Photographer: "Pfft."
Ye Qinghe hurriedly picked up Ye Ya, feeling extremely embarrassed: "She is a little over three years old." After answering the question, Ye Qinghe said, "Uncle, we are going to be late for school, can you let us go?"
"Let's go?" The traffic policeman laughed, "Let's ride that car again?"
Ye Qinghe didn't speak.
He called Shen Zhou again, and asked sharply, "How old are you?"
Shen Zhou expressionless: "16 years old."
Ye Ya lay on Ye Qinghe's shoulder, shook her head, and sold Shen Zhou out of her mind, "Brother Shen Zhou is 12 years old."
Shen Zhou choked for breath, and couldn't help pinching Ye Ya's face as punishment.
Ye Ya taught seriously: "Brother, don't lie."
The traffic policeman laughed mercilessly, "According to the traffic law, you can only drive an electric car when you are 16 years old, let alone you are overloaded. Let me ask you, why do you want to ride an electric car."
It's not surprising that this question is asked.
Shen Zhou was stunned for a moment, and replied: "Because I have a car."
Traffic police: "..."
Photographer: "Pfft."
The traffic policeman changed his rhetoric: "I mean, why do you want to ride a bicycle and carry people."
Shen Zhou was taken aback again: "Because I have people in the car."
The photographer behind laughed so hard that the camera shook again.
"Stop laughing!" The traffic policeman glared at the camera, and raised his hand to greet the three of them, "The car is impounded, you and I will go to the brigade."
Ye Qinghe was unwilling to go, "Uncle Traffic Police, we have to go to school."
"Study is late, get in the car first." The traffic policeman opened the door with an extremely strong attitude.
Shen Zhou and Ye Qinghe glanced at each other, they both sighed helplessly, turned their eyes away and reluctantly got into the car.
Arriving at the traffic police team, the traffic police in charge of them severely criticized Shen Zhou and Ye Qinghe, and the two did not speak back, and sat in front of the traffic police to be taught a lesson. During the period, Ye Ya was coaxed by the young lady of the traffic police team. She had snacks and toys, and the orange cat raised in the team played with her.
After some education, the traffic policeman took out his mobile phone and prepared to make a call: "Call your parents."
The faces of the two changed instantly.
"Speak quickly."
Shen Zhou clenched his fists and said in a calm voice, "I don't have parents, my parents died long ago."
The traffic policeman flicked his wrist and looked up.
Ye Ya, who was playing at the side, turned her head slowly, and she saw the black sparrow on Shen Zhou's shoulder covering Shen Zhou's eyes with its wings. It was the guardian spirit who had sensed the sadness of the host and comforted him in his own way.
Her eyelashes trembled, she put down the toy, walked over and threw herself into Shen Zhou's arms.
"Uncle, are you going to take brother Shen Zhou away?" She looked at the traffic police, her eyes full of anxiety.
The traffic policeman was afraid of scaring the child, so he hurriedly said, "Uncle won't arrest your brother, don't worry."
Ye Ya pursed her mouth, and tears welled up in her eyes, "Uncle, if you want to arrest me, you can arrest me. Elder brother Shen Zhou still needs to support his younger brother, so you can't arrest him." After speaking, she threw her head into Shen Zhou's arms.
Shen Zhou, who was originally sad, immediately felt warm after hearing these words. He hugged Ye Ya and gently patted her head.
The traffic policeman scratched his hair in distress, and looked at Ye Qinghe: "What about you, can you let your mother come over?"
"Maybe... a bit difficult."
Traffic police: "?"
Ye Qinghe scratched his face: "My mother died long ago, too."
Traffic policeman: "..." What kind of human tragedy are these two children! ! ! !
"Where's your dad?" This time, he asked extra cautiously.
Ye Qinghe sighed deeply.
He didn't want his father to come over at all, but if he didn't come, the traffic police might not let them go.
"I'll make the call myself." Ye Qinghe slowly took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag, and reluctantly called Ye Linchuan's private number.
The phone beeped a few times, and Ye Linchuan's deep voice came.
"Where did you go?" the man asked as soon as he opened his mouth.
Ye Qinghe's expression sank, and he said in a low voice: "I was arrested by the traffic police."
"...?"
"... ??"