Human ladder

The screen of the mobile phone is reluctantly turned on, and the desktop of Wen Yan's mobile phone is a dark photo.

This is something that Wen Yan's entire circle knows, so basically few people care about Wen Yan borrowing a cell phone.

He turned on the camera to take a sneak shot of Lu Congqi's back and prepared to send it to He Zhang, but he forgot to mute the phone—the crisp sound of "click" shocked the two people who were concentrating on it at the same time. His head, which was so sleepy and almost plunged into the paper, suddenly turned his head and looked in horror at the movement on the upper bunk.

The collision of two equally terrified faces produced a strange harmony, as if they both saw something terrifying on the other's face, of course the guilty Wen Yan didn't choose to speak, and silently stuffed the phone back under the quilt inside.

Wen Yan and Lu Congqi looked at each other strangely for a few seconds before Lu Congqi opened his mouth in shock and asked silently, "What's going on?"

"..."

Wen Yan clutched his phone, and also grinned back: "Selfie!"

So Wen Yan watched as Lu Congqi stood up from the desk full of books and papers, walked softly in front of Wen Yan, and rolled his eyes at him seriously. He said softly in a reasonable tone: "Shh, everyone is tired all day, be careful not to be kicked out."

This time the conversation finally had a voice, Lu Congqi walked up to him as if to let him hear his own voice so that they would not bother each other.

Wen Yan watched him slowly move away from the light and walk into the darkness, until he was facing him up and down in front of him.

He couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Where do you want to take the exam?"

After all, Wen Yan squinted his eyes subconsciously, looking at Lu Congqi with a scrutinizing gaze, waiting for the answer and judging whether the answer is true or false and whether it meets his expectations.

Lu Congqi did not immediately answer Wen Yan's words, but took advantage of this awkward angle to touch Wen Yan's short hair, and skipped the topic directly: "Go to bed early, you are really not afraid to take selfies in the middle of the night. What's the matter?"

"Hey, you're the only one who believes that there will be such a thing. What about materialism?"

Wen Yan saw that Lu Congqi didn't want to answer, so he picked up the quilt and turned over tactfully, and said this sentence to the wall sullenly, curling himself into a ball comfortably, occupying half of Lu Congqi's bed.

He heard Lu Congqi sigh slightly, and after a while there was a slight sound of flipping a book.

Wen Yan secretly covered the quilt and sent a congratulatory stamp to the secretly taken photo, then exited WeChat and returned to the desktop.

No matter how many times he turns on his phone a day, he sees this face. Therefore, when most teenagers have Internet addiction, Wen Yan seems to have a special restraint in playing with his phone.

That overly serious photo seemed to remind Wen Yan of something, even though he knew that someone had 'betrayed' him.

WeChat vibrated several times in a row, and He Zhang's whole screen of exclamation marks and crap made Wen Yan smile, and he could almost imagine He Zhang's bluffing.

——Brother, Lu Congqi? ? ?

——Aren't you afraid that Uncle Lu will kill you directly?

——It’s not that you said it was him, isn’t that right? ? ?Why is it him? !

Wen Yan seemed to think that this heavy news was enough to make He Zhang so shocked that he couldn't sleep tonight, so he turned off his phone in satisfaction, wrapped himself in a quilt, closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.

Why would it be him?

Wen Yan thought of this question slowly in a complacent mood, but under the influence of alcohol, he could hear the irregular sound of pages turning behind him at the same time, it was like hypnosis.

Wen Yan judged how long Lu Congqi's state could last based on the interval of the page-turning sound, while resisting the sudden onset of drowsiness.

Then the sound of flipping the book became farther and farther away. Wen Yan didn't hear any sound after a long time. Something was dragging his head down. The sound became more frequent again, and even the sound of the old electric fan above the head suddenly became extremely noisy...

"No, this is really the son of the old Wen's family??" The speaker was a fat man with deep myopia. He looked up at the child squatting at the desk in plain clothes, and flipped through the transcript just sent over in disbelief. .

Said it was a child, in fact, Wen Yan was already in the third year of junior high school at that time. He skillfully held his head and squatted face to face with the two adults opposite. Hearing this, he raised his head and stared at the policeman on duty who was speaking.

The fat man still seemed to find it inconceivable, and flipped through the transcript several times, which was only a few pages, and the rustling sound of the pages made him almost yell at the man with his inexplicable irritability.

Then a few pairs of legs appeared in front of him to block him. The policemen on duty in a room might be getting off work, so they were extra irritable when they heard that the city bureau came to provide guarantee in person.

Wen Yan heard 'those legs' standing in front of him and said: "Although it doesn't conform to the procedure, there is nothing I can do about it... You know this old news, besides, it's just minors fighting."

Hearing this, the dead fat man on duty suddenly raised his voice a bit: "Fighting? That's all? You asked if he took a fruit knife? Does this kid have psychological problems? Is his father's affairs too stimulated? ?”

But considering that it was people from the city bureau who came to the jurisdiction to lick their faces to ask for someone, they still couldn't get up hard: "Yes, these two stole or beat people in the street, but I have never seen old people lying on the ground and getting up." Don't come, this kid will not save him, he will catch the robber and beat him to death, if you don't stop this kid, he will kill someone one day!"

The fat man picked up the Fuguang water glass on the table and took a sip of water, then suddenly remembered something that made it too late for him to swallow a sip of water, so he risked choking to death and said, "Also, this kid is standing Watching these two people beat the old man to death... Tell me, what is his reason for this?"

It seems that it is not for saving people at all, but for venting.

I saw that the person from the Municipal Bureau was blocked for a while and couldn't find a suitable adjective, so he could only point at Wen Yan and was speechless.

Only then did Wen Yan raise his head, and looked at the person coming from his overly long forehead hair, just in time to meet the eyes of the person blocking him in front of him.

With the same helplessness.

"Hey, you kid, how did you take a knife to the street?? Don't you know it's illegal? What if you really hurt someone?"

Wen Yan knew this person.

"Illegal? What about them? It's not illegal for them to steal and beat people? Are they justified?"

When the two people squatting in front of Wen Yan heard this particular grievance, they held their heads and opened their mouths to argue with Wen Yan, but Lu Qicong stared back sternly.

Lu Qicong became annoyed when he heard this, and he stretched out his hand and nodded Wen Yan's head: "Is that also you kid who went up and chopped it off right away? 'People's Police', are you doing justice for the sky in the street?"

"They are not good people, so what the hell? What did I do wrong?!"

After finishing speaking, he grinned and added: "If you kill one, you will lose one."

Wen Yan didn't expect these words to completely anger Lu Qicong, and before he could react, he was picked up by his collar.

Like pulling a hopping rabbit, Lu Qicong lifted Wen Yan up with one hand to force Wen Yan to stand still, raised his slap but never dropped it.

Wen Yan was forced to look directly at the obviously irritated face, and the two of them were deadlocked for a few seconds, and then he saw the man wipe his face covered with dimples, as if he had successfully restrained his emotions , gritted his teeth and said, "If I didn't see you as Lao Wen's son, I would have slapped you long ago!"

Wen Yan stubbornly raised his chin, imitating how they usually half-closed their eyes when interrogating prisoners, which was a gesture of condescending scrutiny and suspicion.

"you!!!"

Lu Qicong seemed to be really angry. Thinking of the child's terrible remarks just now, he decided not to bear it anymore and pulled Wen Yan towards him: "I don't believe it, the son Wen Guochao taught is For this virtue, they are not guilty of death, and it is a fucking legal thing to be punished or imprisoned. You need to judge blindly?! They are wrong, why can you just watch these people beat an old man to the hospital ? You didn’t do these things to sympathize with the weak, why are you so confident here?!”

Even though such a humiliating posture cut down Wen Yan's arrogance, he still blushed and shouted back thickly: "Why should I sympathize with the weak?"

Lu Qicong took a few breaths, feeling his brain congested to the point that his temples were throbbing: "Wen Yan, let me tell you, even if you are a minor, you are also responsible for the victim's mishaps today!"

That wasn't intimidation, but Lu Qicong already knew what the kid was thinking at that moment - he didn't care who died and who lived, and he didn't do justice.

Hearing these same words, Wen Yan laughed lightly: "That's right, don't you guys talk about crime and justice most often? Wen Guochao died as he deserved, right? The people's police are arresting Honorable sacrifice among criminals... Is it a martyr? Is it an honor?! My mother and father are gone, and you still want us to rely on martyrs and justice to continue living in the future?! You also want us to accept it willingly , let them be arrogant?!"

Maybe these words were too straightforward, or this accusation should not have come from Wen Yan's mouth, when he yelled like that, Lu Qicong didn't know how to refute him.

To teach a child a lesson, he, who is almost forty, is of course qualified to point his nose at him.

However, Lu Qicong couldn't say it.

He suddenly found it difficult to articulate those big truths, as if he felt that he could no longer wrap a bitter orange with honey and force the child to swallow it whole.

Lu Qicong let go and put Wen Yan away safely, and waved to the police on duty with a headache, and dragged Wen Yan onto the bus they usually use for business trips.

Along the way, Lu Qicong didn't hear the bastard say a word. Lu Qicong, who wanted to ease their relationship, said without words: "What? Do you think this title of martyr is for comforting you?"

Wen Yan turned his head to the car window and focused on the reflection without speaking.

"That is……"

"My dad died knowing this and couldn't wake up from laughing... There is no need to inform my mom, I will go back by myself in a while."

Lu Qicong has always been very puzzled, how did Wen Guochao's temperament support such a son who deserves to be beaten, and when he heard that this kid did not repent at all, he immediately turned cold: "Do you know juvenile correctional institutions? You are 14 years old, right?" It’s okay, after another year of stabbing someone with a knife, you can just squat in the house, and no one’s son is useless.”

Wen Yan raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, straightened his body

"So I can taste what the iron bench of the PUC is like?"

Lu Qicong seemed to really feel that the child was hopeless, so he didn't use the usual routines, but directly said earnestly: "If your father knows that you have become like this, his heart will be cold."

Wen Yan sneered at this person he was only familiar with but spoke in the tone of an elder, and said in his heart: none of your business.

Then he turned his head indifferently and looked at the traffic flow outside the car window. It was the rush hour, and all road conditions were in the crazy traffic jam stage, and the van was moving slowly.

Wen Yan noticed that there were several barrels of instant noodles and leftover bags of marinated eggs on the back seat of the second row, and thought that he had finally found the source of the stench.

He raised his hand and rolled the window, took two breaths of the car exhaust outside, frowned in disgust and said, "I hate the police."

From the time he could remember, when he looked at that hurried back and Wen Guochao's photo on the bedside, he would always say one thing in his heart: I hate the police.

I hated it before, and I hate it even more now.

Because he could see from a long time ago that his father had been bound by the words of conscience, justice, fairness, and judgment all year round. Now that he was dead, he was still unwilling to continue to bind and oppress him.