Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Jian Songyi was stunned for three seconds, and then returned to grab the quilt, but Bai Huai grabbed the quilt and refused to let go.
Jian Songyi was not as strong as him, and could not rob him.
Annoyed into anger: "You go out!"
Bai Huai smiled: "Where do you go out from?"
rogue!
Jian Songyi pushed directly: "Get out of Laozi's quilt!"
As a result, he pushed and pulled the quilt loose, and Bo Huai lifted the entire quilt directly.
Jian Songyi, which was as red as a small shrimp, came out like this, completely exposed under the light, under Bai Huai's eyelids.
Can't hide it.
It's over.
Jian Songyi was stunned, then Linger came down, covered her face with her hands, turned her back, and retracted into the corner of the bed.
The arch of the arched shoulders was tight, and the exposed neck skin was stained with thin powder.
Bai Huai put his hands on the edge of the bed, leaned over, and said in a low voice: "Are you so shy?"
"I'm not shy...I..."
I am ashamed.
Jian Songyi pursed her lips and stopped talking.
Bai Huai was afraid of pushing people too tightly and scared him away, so he didn't tease him anymore, but just stood by quietly, waiting for him to smooth himself.
He knew that Jian Songyi understood everything that should be understood, but he couldn't accept it for a while and needed some buffer.
But when someone was kissed three times a day, it was just ashamed that he didn't beat himself to death with his fist, indicating that someone is actually not that unacceptable.
At least the body and instinct are honest.
It just doesn't work in the brain.
Let him, wait more.
For a long while.
Someone with a bad brain finally spoke: "As I said before, if my monthly exam is the first in grade, you have to answer my question honestly..."
Fingers gripped the bed sheet tightly, pulling up deep folds.
Bai Huai stared at his increasingly red earlobes, and gave a low "um".
Jian Songyi closed her eyes, and her heart was full: "I want to ask..."
"Wang Hai's guardian has arrived, and the two parties will go over."
When the window paper was about to pierce the last layer, the young policewoman knocked on the door frame, interrupting the conversation untimely.
In the end, business matters.
Bai Huai straightened up: "He is not feeling well yet, so I can go."
Speaking of re-covering Jian Songyi with the quilt, from head to toe, wrapped tightly, for fear that someone would run away.
Then he followed the policewoman.
Jian Songyi let out a deep breath at the moment the bolt "click" was lightly buckled.
Lucky and regretful.
"Ding Dong".
He crawled out of the bed, took out the phone from the chair by the bed, and opened it.
[Unlucky]: Stop stroking, you should tie the knot again, sleep, and wait for my return.
Jian Songyi felt that Bai Huai was mocking his intelligence.
I'm not stupid, how can I not know what it means that one person kisses another, or three times a day.
He just couldn't believe it.
Bai Huai actually likes herself? Still like that? Is it because you have become an omega that fits him well?
If so, it would be too superficial.
And doesn't he still have a favorite omega in Beicheng? When I celebrated my birthday, I said that I liked people. It was only half a month, and I changed my heart?
Although he is indeed much more attractive than the average omega, Bai Huai is a bit too scumbag.
He didn't believe that Bai Huai was such a scumbag.
So there is always a fluke, thinking about whether it is possible that Bai Huai is teasing him again this time.
But it seems a bit unconvincing.
Jian Songyi struggled with herself for a long, long time.
With two puffs, the door frame was knocked again.
He thought it was Bai Huai who had come back, and quickly opened the quilt to take a look, and found that it was the policewoman, who went back again.
Seeing his reaction to the gap between the front and back, the policewoman couldn't help but joked: "Waiting so anxious?"
Jian Songyi scratched his ears: "No."
The policewoman didn't give him face: "It's okay in no hurry. I guess there will be a while. There are a lot of things for him to sign for confirmation. There are still a few guardians who are grinding. I am looking for you because someone wants to see you."
"see me?"
"Ok."
Cold, sensible, and strong.
A few middle-aged people looked at the young man across the table, and felt that his temperament and the place of the police station were just perfect.
Their appeals for reconciliation have been rejected, and they can only pin their hopes on the newly arrived couple who look extremely poor.
However, the blind husband just hung his head, propped his head, and sighed constantly. The thin woman just kept wiping tears.
The teenager sat across from them, looking at them without expression.
The silence is suppressed to the extreme, only the occasional sobbing of a woman can relieve one's breath.
On the other side of the duty seat, a young policeman lowered his voice and asked the older-looking senior next to him: "Isn't there really no need to call the parents? Although I am 18 years old,... it's not very suitable."
"People are the victim, not the victim, and nothing really happened. Why is it inappropriate?"
"Then make him so troublesome?"
"What's the trouble? Didn't you see it written on the registration form, his surname is Bai."
"What happened to the surname Bai?"
"This Bai is Baizheng's Bai, Baihan's Bai, what's wrong with you?"
The sound was extremely low, lest the third person could hear it.
The little policeman silenced, looked around, and couldn't help saying: "Sure enough, the tiger father has no dogs."
No wonder the deputy director made people vacate the rest room, no wonder the other party was indifferent to how much compensation he raised, no wonder he was so mature at a young age.
If you get into such an ancestor, these gangsters can only recognize them.
However, these people have no idea about this.
Because even Wang Hai himself only vaguely knew that the Bos and Jians were particularly rich. He had no idea about the specific situation. He didn't even know the gangsters he found.
In the beginning, they all just wanted money.
For them, money is almost all their lives.
Before, Wang Hai had already given up the idea of ​​swindling money from Jian Songyi, but suddenly an unfamiliar number contacted him and asked him about Bai Huai and Wang Shan. As long as he clarified what happened before Bai Huai left, give him one. thousand.
He dared not ask his brother, he told him what he knew, and collected five hundred.
Then the next day, the other party actually told him that Jian Songyi is an omega. Just do what he said and record a video of Jian Songyi’s public estrus. Not only can you get another 10,000 yuan in cash, you can also think of how much mistakes Jian Songyi has. Just how much is wrong.
By the way, breathe out.
After all, Jian Songyi is an omega, which sounds like a joke.
So Wang Hai agreed without thinking.
As for how it went from erroneous money to intent to infringe on minor omega, it was all in one thought.
The three alphas that he sought to support the field were originally not good people, not good people. At the very beginning, they all thought they had a bottom line, but as long as the temptation was placed in front of them, they would continue to break through.
As long as a person breaks through the moral shackles once, it is an endless abyss of corruption.
So even if the omega today is not Jian Songyi, it is absolutely impossible for Bai Huai to agree to reconciliation and must send them to prison.
Bai Huai felt no guilt for his indifference.
What's more, that person is still Jian Songyi.
He could not forgive.
So even if the woman in front of me said in a dumb voice: "Student Bai Huai, can you look at Wang Shan's face, let Wang Hai go this time, what kind of compensation you want, we will pay you even if we sell iron."
Bai Huai also said lightly: "Sorry."
The woman couldn't help crying: "I beg you, I really beg you, we two sons, we finally pulled the big one, one became a weapon, broke his leg, and the other was not a weapon... ...I...the hope of our life, what kind of evil I have done. Blame me, blame me, blame me for not having money, and not giving them a good life..."
The woman buried her head in her palms and cried sadly.
"Auntie, you are not to blame." Bai Huai's voice softened, but his attitude did not retreat. "You may think that I can't stand talking, but I still want to say that everyone in this world has their own life. Fa, I also know friends, and his family background is also very difficult, but he lives very well, I think he will live very well in the future. Therefore, each path is chosen by each person. Since he chooses, he must Responsible for your choice."
"But he is still so young. If he is really imprisoned, he will be ruined for a lifetime. For the rest of his life, I beg you, auntie kneels down for you, please, okay? Wang Shan's life has been ruined. Wang Hai cannot be ruined anymore, I beg you."
The voice was hoarse, desperate and sad.
She wanted to kneel down, and Bai Huai held her elbow and said calmly: "Jian Songyi is also very young, he is not even eighteen years old, and he has done nothing wrong."
The woman was stunned, then squatted down, buried her head, and started crying.
Yes, other people’s children were also brought up by Jin Zunyugui. They are so good and so young. If anything goes wrong today, they will ruin their lives, and they have done nothing wrong.
What qualifications does she have to ask others for forgiveness.
Shame made her unable to speak anymore, but her mother's identity made her unacceptable. She really didn't know what to do, so she could only cry in despair, seeming to faint at any time.
Her husband, groping over, squatted down, hugged her, and patted her on the back: "Don’t cry, don’t cry, they made their own sins, carry them on their own. Let’s go home, we will live a good life, wait Xiaohai has been transformed, and the family is still there. What is there to cry? Don't cry, don't cry, I'm here."
The woman lay in the arms of her disabled and weak husband, crying more heartbreakingly.
It seems that I want to vent the backlog of decades of life through this time.
They all live ordinary people in their duties, diligently, and hard enough to live this life, but they still can't grasp anything.
With Bai Huai's hand hanging on his side, his fingertips were embedded in his palm.
He always felt that in some places he resembled his father Bai Han, indifferent and sensible, not a benevolent person.
But he is still just a teenager, and he has not had time to look down on the sufferings of the world for the first time.
But in the end, he slowly let go of his hand, calmly and firmly: "Sorry, my decision will not be withdrawn, everything will be handed over to the law."
Paused.
"Also, Auntie, I don't know what you learned, but I don't actually owe Wang Shan. I have a clear conscience, but this is your family affair. I can only say that I have never done anything that I missed. And the things that I did wrong also need to be paid by the wrongdoer."
No one can refute him, and no one is qualified to accuse him of being unkind, which makes people desperate.
The woman cried and almost fainted.
The blind man helped her to stand up tremblingly: "People and children are right, whoever makes a mistake, who pays the price, nothing wrong, don't cry, go home, somehow give us a little face."
After finishing looking at Xiang Baihuai, if he could see it, he sighed, "Child, thank you."
Then he took his wife's hand: "Let's go, Xiaoshan is still waiting outside, don't let him wait in a hurry."
Out of the door of the police station.
The boy waiting outside in a wheelchair raised his head and looked at them questioningly.
Shook his head.
The boy lowered his eyes.
The woman walked over, touched his head, and smiled forcefully: "It's okay, Xiaoshan, no substantial harm has been caused. Xiaohai will be back in a few months at most. Your brother Pi, it's time to take care of it."
The blind man also nodded: "I didn't manage it well. I have to suffer a little loss."
The woman wiped her tears and asked her husband next to her: "But what did you mean by saying thank you just now?"
The blind man sighed, "My eyes are bad, but my ears are good. I heard that, there is a person in the child's family called Bai Zheng."
The woman was startled, and then the tears flowed more violently.
They don't have much culture, and they don't read the news. They don't know who Bai Huai's grandfather is, and what the name Bai Zheng means in Nancheng.
They only knew that Wang Shan broke his leg back then, and the person in charge said that he had jumped off voluntarily. They did not admit that it was campus bullying. One unit pushed one unit. No one cares about them, and no compensation.
Until one day, someone suddenly came to the door to investigate, volunteered to help them sue, and finally got compensation, paid for Wang Shan's treatment, and went out of the small board room into the small bungalow.
The people who helped them said that a leader suddenly spoke.
They are not smart, but they always remember the name of the leader.
It's called Baizheng.
Sometimes life is so cruel, it makes you want to resent a person, and there is no standpoint.
Wang Shan didn't know this before.
He suddenly said, "Mom, can you apply for me? I want to see Jian Songyi."
Jian Songyi was in a daze when he saw Wang Shan.
Thin, pale, haggard, calm, and gloomy.
It's not the same as in his memory.
The Wang Shan in his memory was the paranoid patient who met in the pale ward three years ago and said disgustingly "Bo Huai, I hate you".
At that time, Jian Songyi accompanied Bai Huai to the hospital. From the moment he entered the ward, Wang Shan's eyes looked cold and complicated when he looked at Jian Songyi, and there was an inexplicable hatred.
Jian Songyi had never been seen in this way before, and she couldn't bear it, so she went to wait for Bai Huai outside the ward. He didn't know what they said later, only that Bai Huai left the next day.
Therefore, Wang Shan's gloom and paranoia left him a particularly deep impression, and there was also a kind of complaint, so that he was especially afraid of Wang Shan, and he was particularly unwilling to appear in Bai Huai's life.
He didn't want to come this time, but he always felt that some things had to be solved completely, otherwise it would not be a problem to always beware of this minefield.
And it's at the back door of the police station, safe.
With both hands in his pockets, he walked slowly to Wang Shan: "Come and plead with Wang Hai?"
Wang Shan said indifferently: "Wang Hai did something wrong, and he paid the price."
"It has nothing to do with you?"
"If I knew, I wouldn't let him do this. I have been in psychotherapy for three years and I am not so crazy. You can rest assured."
Jian Songyi lowered his head and kicked the little stone. He was not very interested in Wang Hai's personal experience. He only cared about Bai Huai and lazily said: "So you are suddenly found out of your conscience, intending to confess or what?"
"I have nothing to confess. I still hate people like you. I am not sorry for Bai Huai. I broke my own leg. I am sorry for my parents at most. I am looking for Bai Huai, just want to give He said thank you, thanking him for helping my parents and preventing them from falling apart."
"No, he doesn't need it."
This thank you, Yu Baihuai, is too unimportant and irrelevant.
Wang Shan laughed at himself: "I know, so I came to you."
Jian Songyi shook the stone on his toes: "If you want to come to me and praise how good Baihuai is, there is no need, because I know everything."
"Jian Songyi, you are really annoying."
"Oh, honor."
"I'm looking for you because of other things." Wang Shan looked up at him, "Do you know that I stole something from Bai Huai, and then quarreled with him? You should know that it was a terrible quarrel when I studied at night. , He seems to be angry for the first time for someone so calm."
"So you think about how annoying you are."
Jian Songyi did not give up any opportunity to express his dislike for Wang Shan.
Wang Shan did not deny: "I was annoying, and I did stole his things, but the things before him were really not mine. The things I stole from him are not worth money."
Jian Songyi was not surprised at all. Bai Huai was the kind of person who smashed a million watches in front of him, and he didn't bother to look at you. It had nothing to do with money.
"That thing, I threw it down from the sixth floor, Bai Huai used a flashlight to search for it all night, because I was hiding it."
Wang Shan took out a backpack from behind him, took out a plastic bag with something that looked a bit like a notebook, and handed it to him.
"I brought it this time. I originally wanted to make an exchange. Now I don't think it is necessary. I will return the property to the original owner."
"Bai Huai's things, you give me, what kind of things return to the original owner."
Wang Shan lowered his head and smiled, put his hands on the wheels, rolled, and turned his head.
"Jian Songyi, do you know why I hate Bai Huai, because I like him, but because of my low self-esteem, I have never said anything."
And the person he has a humble crush on, but he likes another person, just as humble as he can't say it.
Appearing yourself is like a joke.
The slightly self-deprecating sound, accompanied by the sound of wheels rolling across the stone road, gradually dissipated into the night, leaving a melancholy.
Jian Songyi lowered his head and opened the crude plastic bag with a notebook wrapped in it. It was a children's sketchbook of a brand in the early years.
Stained with old water stains, stained with mud, many places are unclear, and the bindings are also scattered, page by page, scattered at any time, old and dilapidated.
But Jian Songyi still recognized this sketchbook.
When he was young, he didn't have a qualitative character and wanted to learn everything. For a while, he wanted to learn painting, so he took Bai Huai with him.
In the end, he didn't study after more than a year, but Bai Huai persisted.
On the first page of the sketchbook, two trees were drawn crookedly, and they looked similar, except that one was written with cypress and the other was written with pine, pretending to be cypress and pine.
Beside the tree, there is a line of thin and powerful thin gold bodies: "I hope that the two children can become men like pine and cypress-Uncle Sleep."
The second page of the sketchbook was filled with squares, with strawberries on top of the squares and a stickman beside it.
Then I wrote a row of crooked words, others can't understand, but Jian Songyi can understand--Huaigege, the world treats me very well.
Thin gold body comment: Komatsu can write Huai, which is awesome.
The third page is a big stickman and two small stickmen, and full of flowers.
Thin gold body comment: Komatsu will draw Uncle Sleep’s favorite lisianthus flower.
Fourth page, fifth page, sixth page.
......
Seventeenth page.
The two little stickmen hugged each other, crying.
There is no skinny gold body annotations.
The eighteenth page is another kind of thin handwriting.
Dad, I miss you, I miss you very much.
Nineteenth page.
The back of a young man, thin and arrogant.
Page twentieth.
The profile of the boy has a pair of beautiful peach eyes.
Page 21.
Page 22.
......
Smiling, frowning, sitting, sleeping, reading a book, teasing a kitten.
It's all the same teenager.
Forty-fifth page.
Dad, I actually split into alpha, I should have been happy.
But I seem to like him.
So I'm not so happy anymore.
Later, it stopped abruptly.
Jian Songyi sighed deeply, wiped the end of his eyes, and carefully put away the fragmented sketchbook, wrapped it tightly in a plastic bag, hugged it in his arms, and turned around.
Then I saw in the late autumn night, Bai Huai stepped on the dim light, walked slowly from the mist, and stood still in front of him.
"Didn't you say so that you can wait for me? Why did you run out?" His fingertips gently wiped the end of his eyes. "Why are Brother Song still red eyes."
"Into the sand."
"Then I will blow for you?"
"roll."
"Why is it so fierce?"
...
Jian Songyi stared at the ground and twitched his nose.
"Bo Huai."
"Ok."
"The question I ask you is, why did you go to Beicheng in the first place."
Bai Huai rubbed the fingertips of Jian Songyi's eyes for a while, and then slowly said, "You."
There is only one word "you".
But as dull as simple and relaxed, I also understand the young struggles, sourness and loneliness that have been hidden for too long, and the deep feelings of self-knowledge that have been hidden for too long.
"Then why are you back..."
"still you."
"..."
"Jian Songyi, from start to finish, it's you. So now, don't you understand?"