Mr. Wood is in the North Pole, I am in the South

"Lawyer Gao called that person Chen Huansheng, what does that mean?" Xiao Ran asked Mu Nancheng as he walked, "Did you catch that person for something?"

Mu Nancheng glanced at Xiao Ran angrily, but Han Zhen explained:

"Chen Chang's original name was Chen Huansheng. He committed crimes in their hometown. After serving his sentence, he used his cousin's ID card to find a job. If Gao Mingfeng revealed his identity, he couldn't get out of that room. The person at the police station is him."

Xiao Ran was taken aback for a moment, it was only half an hour since he answered Mu Nancheng's call and informed the other party that he was at the police station, and they even found out about Chen Chang's background.

"What happened to him?" This question was purely out of curiosity.

Han Zhen smiled dryly and did not answer.

When Mr. Mu heard that Xiao Ran had entered the Jinshi Police Station, he immediately contacted Gao Mingfeng. By the time Han Zhen picked up Gao Mingfeng, Lawyer Gao had already obtained the video before and after the barbershop incident. Chen Huansheng's background was dug out by himself and reported - Chen Huansheng once had a criminal record of molesting boys.

"So Song Shuheng probably beat Chen Huansheng because he felt that Chen Huansheng offended Master Xiao Ran," Gao Mingfeng touched his chin and said, "This brother is really sensitive, we know that Chen Huansheng has a criminal record, so we can infer this - even the police can't Based on this video, he is suspected of being obscene, but Song Shuheng made such a big reaction based on such subtle and subtle movements... This is really a top-notch younger brother!"

While watching the video and listening to Gao Mingfeng, Mu Nancheng's face seemed to have been splashed with ink, so Han Zhen had no choice but to step up the accelerator and turn the car into a fighter jet.

Regarding Chen Huansheng's previous convictions, even if Mu Nancheng didn't signal Han Zhen, he wouldn't talk about it, and Xiao Ran didn't feel disgusted.

"Since Chen Chang is a pseudonym, how do you know his real name?" The more Xiao Ran thought about it, the more puzzled he became, "Also, why did you grab me and beat Chen Chang? My brother's attack on him is puzzling enough, even I think you It's a bit of a bully!"

Mu Nancheng pinched the back of Xiao Ran's neck and said coolly:

"I just can't see you, so you came to the police station again. Would you like me to ask someone to get you a VIP card, so that you can have a cup of milk tea when you come back next time?"

As expected, Xiao Ran's attention was diverted, and he resentfully said:

"It's not my fault..."

There is a brother who is not very sensible, he also feels very troubled.

The barber shop that Mu Nancheng took Xiao Ran to was a barber shop he often went to, and the hairdresser was used by Mu Nancheng, and it was the first time he brought someone here, and everyone in the shop looked this way curiously.

Mu Nancheng has been stuck on the back of Xiao Ran's neck, Xiao Ran is of course uncomfortable, his brows are frowning, his mouth is pouted, his neck is twisted, his expression is reluctance, in other people's eyes, it seems that Mr. Mu forced a beautiful boy from a good family .

Because I only did half of the haircut before, the hair stylist who took over was no matter how skillful he was, he could only shorten the original hair shape. After finishing the haircut, Xiao Ran took a look in the mirror, but he didn't have any complaints, after all, it was hot. Short hair is cool.

Mu Nancheng's expression was very unpredictable. The hair stylist didn't know whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied, so he said tremblingly:

"Mr. Mu, what do you think?"

Mu Nancheng snorted indifferently:

"So be it."

In fact, Xiao Ran's appearance is very good-looking, clean and refreshing, adding a lot of youthful heroism to his overly delicate facial features, but it is precisely because of his youthful atmosphere that Xiao Ran looks younger, like a vigorous middle school student with a schoolbag on his back It can be stuffed into the classroom.

From the faces of the waiters in the barber shop, Mu Nancheng saw a kind of intolerance that was almost righteous indignation, as if he, Mu Nancheng, was a living animal.

This is Lao Tzu's legitimate daughter-in-law, certified, legal, and a direct relative!

Who are you showing your dead face like I have ruined the flowers of the motherland!

What Mu Nancheng resisted was the urge to draw a gun.

It was nearly ten o'clock when I came out after cutting my hair. Xiao Ran leaned against the back seat of the car and felt drowsy. He felt Mu Nancheng holding his hand, and his fingertips were gently rubbing against his wrist. Slits.

Mu Nancheng asked in a low voice, "Does your hand hurt?"

Although that slap didn't hit Chen Chang, Mu Nancheng held Xiao Ran's wrist so hard that his wrist turned red.

Xiao Ran's sleepy bugs ran away after being questioned, he stared wide-eyed, annoyed and funny:

"Mr. Mu, is it too late for you to ask this now?"

"As long as you remember the pain, it's never too late to ask."

Xiao Ran was not convinced: "Why should I remember the pain? I didn't do anything wrong..."

Mu Nancheng suddenly leaned over and blew lightly on Xiao Ran's ear. The hot and numbing breath made Xiao Ran's ear bones tremble for a moment. He touched his earlobe, and felt an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.

The man hoarse, his voice sullen and angry:

"Remember, if someone talks into your ear like this in the future, you will beat him!"

A flash of light flashed in Xiao Ran's mind, and he asked incredulously:

"You asked me to hit Chen Chang because he was talking through my ear? You are a bully!"

Mu Nancheng squinted his eyes. This little fool who didn't know what to do, didn't even realize he was being raped, and still called him a bully?

The big hand pinched the thin back of the neck again, and Mu Nancheng's voice was so cold that it was about to drop ice shards:

"It's not only Miki's kind who can play hooligans on their mouths, it's bad intentions, do you understand?"

Xiao Ran rolled his eyes:

"Then the first person I want to smoke now is you, Mr. Mu?"

Mu Nancheng stared at Xiao Ran for a while, his expression was indifferent, as if he was not angry at all, then he lit a cigarette slowly, took a deep breath, and suddenly squeezed Xiao Ran's chin, his face He also approached and sprayed a puff of smoke ring on Xiao Ran's face.

"Cough cough cough..."

Xiao Ran blew back angrily, his clear voice circling around in the airtight compartment, "Mr. Mu, you are too much! You have no lower moral limit!"

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At night, the city streets are quiet and rivers are flying, and the lights are like brocade.

Song Shuheng was absent-minded, so Gao Mingfeng was in charge of driving. He calmly looked at this man who was nominally the eldest son of the Song family but had no sense of presence in the upper class society of Nanjiang.

It's not that Song Shuheng is ordinary and vulgar, but that he is too indifferent to the world. In the best years of a man, he bid farewell to all the pomp and wealth, and devoted himself to a career that can be called "dedication".

Light from the sea of ​​lights swept into the carriage from time to time, making Song Shuheng's face flickering bright and dark, but his eyes were always calm, like dark clouds of dead smoke.

After he came out of the interrogation room, he hardly said a word, as if something had taken root in his body, and it seemed that something had been pulled out of his body.

With a man so out of his mind, Gao Mingfeng thought to himself, could it be that Mr. Song has lost his love?

It's not impossible. People who have been working as Doctors Without Borders for many years suddenly want to take root in Nanjiang and completely change their original life style.

So when he saw that Song Xiaoran might be underestimated by others, this elder brother couldn't control it so much that he almost broke his lumbar spine?

Well, I don't know which woman would give up such an excellent man, even if he keeps secret his status as a wealthy man, just his appearance and work are already impeccably beautiful and glamorous, women these days, don't they want to marry the emperor? ?

Gao Mingfeng couldn't help shaking his head.

"Don't keep looking at me." Song Shuheng frowned suddenly and said patiently.

Gao Mingfeng averted his eyes embarrassedly: "Sorry."

Xu Shi realized his anxiety, Song Shuheng apologized:

"It's me who should be sorry," he pinched the center of his eyebrows wearily, "I'm not in a good mood."

"It's understandable," Gao Mingfeng shrugged, "No one would be in a good mood if they encountered such a thing."

Although Lawyer Gao thinks that Song Shuheng is making a big deal out of molehills, it does not conform to the personality of a calm, rational and high-quality doctor if he disagrees with him, but it does not prevent him from developing a good impression of Song Shuheng. It is also the darling of his boss.

Gao Mingfeng lowered the car window next to the driver's seat. He rested one arm on the window sill and held the steering wheel with the other. He looked at his watch while waiting for the red light.

"It's only ten o'clock, are you interested in having a drink or two?"

Song Shuheng forced a smile:

"No, I'm a little tired today."

Gao Mingfeng just showed a bit of pity, and then made a neat turn when the green light turned on. Song Shuheng came back to his senses, and turned his head warily:

"Do you know where I live?"

Gao Mingfeng laughed:

"The little madam said you were at the police station, so the boss notified me. Naturally, I wanted to check. Your address and phone number are all registered in the police station."

For such a long string of words, Song Shuheng only heard the first three words. With a sullen face, he almost burst out a few words:

"Who is the little lady?"

"Of course it's Xiao..."

"My brother is not a little lady!"

Gao Mingfeng opened his mouth and could only make amends with a smile:

"That's right, our husband is just this one lady, there is nothing big or small."

"I don't care about big or small, my brother is not my wife!"

"Okay, okay," Gao Mingfeng followed the eldest son, "Then I will call him Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xiao."

Song Shuheng closed his eyes, his brows and eyes were full of gloom, and even the veins on the back of his hands on his knees stood out, it looked like he had endured to the extreme.

Gao Mingfeng thought to himself that Mr. Song wanted to kick him out of the car, right? Although "Little Madam" sounded a bit joking, she really didn't have any malicious intentions, she just called Song Xiaoran that way because of her young age.

Oh my god, Lawyer Gao twitched in his heart, there is really no one to accuse this younger brother!

The two of them lived on the same street, and Song Shuheng's was closer to Gao Mingfeng's, Gao Mingfeng could have driven the car downstairs to let Song Shuheng drive back, but it would be embarrassing.

After all, Song Shuheng's expression of forbearing to look at him one more time, as if his life would be ruined, was too obvious.

When Gao Mingfeng stopped at the gate of Song Shuheng's community, Young Master Song got out of the car without asking any questions. Lawyer Gao could only touch his nose and watch the car sped away with exhaust fumes. He had a deep impression on Dr. Song's tutor. deep doubt.

……

The car is speeding on the street, the night wind howls in from the open car window, the night lights spread endlessly in front of the eyes, as if stretching together with the bright stars in the distance, converging into a huge and colorful torrent, washing away beyond recognition The past, rushing to the unpredictable future.

It was very late, and the square in front of Ennan Department Store was still full of people, and the sky of the city was filled with laughter and laughter accompanied by light and melodious music.

Song Shuheng parked his car on the side of the road and looked at the carousel in the center of the square.

The colorful lights are shining on every bright smiling face. The children waved their arms, pushed aside the heavy gauze that blocked them, and waved joyfully at him. The giggles seemed to come from far away. It came from somewhere, and it sounded in his ears like jade beads falling into a plate:

"Brother, brother, let's ride a wooden horse together!"

Xiao Ran likes to ride on the merry-go-round. Song Shuheng used to take him to the square for a round every day after school. The two brothers sat on the same carousel, and the child would always look up and ask him:

"Brother, will we sit in the future?"

"Why do you want to go to the future? When you grow up slowly, you will naturally be able to go to the future."

"I want to tell my future brother to always like Ranran so much!"

"Of course my brother will always like Ranran."

"Of course I will always like my brother!"

"Then let's make an agreement that in the future, Ranran will only ride on the merry-go-round with my brother, and my brother will only ride on the merry-go-round with Ranran, okay?"

"Okay, hook hook!"

……

At the same time, Xiao Ran looked out the window and suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

Mu Nancheng looked over, "What's wrong?"

"Merry-go-round," Xiao Ran lowered the car window on his side, and the roadside lights shone in from the window, half of his side face was blurred into a warm yellow hue, like an elongated close-up shot in a movie, He looked at the square in the distance and murmured in ecstasy, "When I was young, I liked riding on the carousel the most."

Mu Nancheng looked at his watch and told Han Zhen:

"Go a little further and stop by the fountain."

Xiao Ran knew Mu Nancheng's intention, he shook his head:

"No, I don't want to sit."

Xiao Ran said, "I promised my brother that I would only ride the merry-go-round with him."

Mu Nancheng closed his eyes when he heard the words:

"Are you sure you will do what you promised others?"

"Of course, no one can stand without faith."

Tsk, if you promise with the front foot, even if you don’t recognize the person with the back foot, you still establish trust, haha.

The mouth of a little boy, a deceiving ghost.

Xiao Ran raised the car window, pressed his forehead against the cold glass, feeling empty in his heart.

The night when he and Song Shuheng broke up when he was nine years old appeared before his eyes again.

His favorite brother turned out to be the son of a bad woman. That woman caused his mother to bleed a lot and was sent to the hospital. She was heartbroken. His unborn little sister was gone, and that woman Xiao Ran had never seen since childhood Having passed her many times, Song Shuheng even brought himself to meet this bad woman secretly!

Song Shuheng used the excuse of taking Xiao Ran out to play with this bad woman again and again!

At that time, Xiao Ran was sitting on the merry-go-round, while Song Shuheng was sitting and chatting with that woman on a bench not far away. When he occasionally looked at him, he would happily wave to those two people.

When he learned the truth, Xiao Ran stood in front of the merry-go-round with tears in his eyes. He cried so much that his whole body was trembling. Song Shuheng wanted to come and hug him, but he pushed him away fiercely. He almost swore word by word:

"...I hope the merry-go-round will take me to the past, and I want to tell myself at that time, don't like this person, he is not your brother."

In the following years, Xiao Ran and Song Shuheng drifted apart.

He couldn't say that he regretted it, although he knew that Song Shuheng was not wrong, they had their own biological mothers to protect, their fate was like this, the only thing they could choose was their position.

But Xiao Ran never sat on the merry-go-round since then, he remembered the night they broke up, and he also remembered the promise they made when they hooked up——

"Then let's make an agreement that in the future, Ranran will only ride on the merry-go-round with my brother, and my brother will only ride on the merry-go-round with Ranran, okay?"

"Okay, hook hook!"

……

"Mr. Mu," Xiao Ran asked, "Which one is more important, let the living live well or seek justice for the dead?"

Before Mu Nancheng could answer, he sighed softly.

"It's meaningless to ask you this question, Mr. Mu, your answer has no reference value."

"Who said my answer has no reference value?"

"Ok?"

Mu Nancheng stared at him fixedly, with an unfathomable sea of ​​ink in his eyes:

"As early as many years ago, I made such a choice."

"What choice?"

"Let the living live well, and seek justice for the dead," Mu Nancheng raised his hand and caressed Xiao Ran's face. Such a tender gesture gave Xiao Ran a feeling as if the people and things Mu Nancheng was talking about were closely related to him. Feeling, "I choose reality, the warmth that can be touched."

……

Song Shuheng looked at the carousel on the opposite side of the street through the window of the car. There were several packs of cigarettes in the glove box of the car. As a non-smoker, he had already lit several cigarettes. It was burning, and thick white smoke lingered in the carriage, making his eyes moist.

When the phone rang, the last cigarette had just finished burning. He threw the cigarette butt out. Although he didn't smoke, his voice was still very hoarse when he spoke:

"Hey?"

"Brother," Xiao Ran's light voice came from the other end, as if a pebble had fallen into the dead water, "Next time we are free, let's ride on the merry-go-round, I haven't sat on it for a long, long time."

Song Shuheng covered his eyes with one hand, and after a long time, he squeezed out a dumb word from the back of his throat:

"it is good."

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By the way, did none of you discuss the plot?There is a foreshadowing in this chapter!