I didn't wear glasses after discussing it, and my heart and eyes were gone, and I added another sentence without a head or brain:

"I heard Teacher Cheng say that the first and second classes are top classes, the third and fourth classes are parallel classes, and the sixth class is the art class. By the way, Boss, you're in that class? If only it were a class. ”

Fu You moved his hand to the top of the round brain, twisted it clockwise, threw out a sentence of "don't tell you" and turned around and left.

Fu You is so competitive that he figured out a truth in a math lesson:

The brain is not smart is secondary, and the artistic cells of his own body are a gift left to him by God alone, how can he be compared with a group of ordinary people?

In Zhang Kecheng's words: Fu You, this kid's painting talent, he will not lose tens of billions.

Fu You likes to paint since he was a child, but anything that can be used and leave traces, he can complete a work of high level as he wants.

Elementary and junior high school, participated in the national competitions in the district and province, countless times, and won prizes.

Small towns are not as good as big cities, and there are not many students who take the path of art, and there are only fifteen people in total, with a ratio of three to five men to women.

In the studio, there is the smell of lead in the morning, gouache in the afternoon, and occasionally the feet of a male classmate.

In the four classes in the afternoon, Fu You drew more than ten sketches, sketched a semi-finished product of David's plaster head, copied an apple, and then sorted out the pencil case and began to wait for the end of class.

The professional teacher was very satisfied with Fu You's painting, and saw that he had already put his mind on other things, and turned a blind eye.

The moment the bell rang, a tall figure rushed out of the studio.

Fu You was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, passing by an orange grove, and he couldn't wait to jump in and eat enough.

But his intellect told himself: You can't do this!

But he pushed open the door of the house, and even called a few uncles, but no one responded.

"Hey, he told me in the morning that he didn't have to work overtime today!

The phone couldn't get through, and there was no reply to the message, Fu You even went to the police station to find Zhang Kecheng, and heard from Officer Li that he went to do something.

As for where to do things and what to do, Li An didn't say.

Fu You didn't want to go to his grandmother's house to beg for food, and he didn't want to go to discuss, so he touched his pocket, oops, there were still ten yuan.

"Grandpa Ning, do you have eggs in your store? If you do, bring me a few more, and I'll eat them together in instant noodles." ”

Ning Zaifu saw that the biscuits on the table had been eaten by Fu You, and he felt that this baby was hungry and panicked, and when he was growing his body, he couldn't always eat instant noodles.

"Fu You, if you don't mind, go to our house for dinner. ”

Fu You nodded happily, obviously more than one meter tall, but he followed Ning Zaifu like a child.

"One by one, you see who's coming. ”

Ning Jiayi thought it was a rare guest, so he looked at it head-on, rolled his eyes and turned into the kitchen to serve food.

Ning Zaifu saw his granddaughter roll his eyes at people for the first time, looked back at Fu You again, and suddenly understood something, and laughed happily.

"Grandpa, you quickly sit down and eat, and I'll go to the store later. ”

The host didn't say anything, Fu You had already sat down and picked up chopsticks to eat the meat, the white porcelain bowl printed with blue and white flowers, filled with white rice, but it soon bottomed out.

"Grandpa, do you still have rice at home?"

Song Mei looked at the child and smiled, and stretched out her hand, "Come, grandma will give you a sheng." ”

"Okay, thank you, grandma, your craftsmanship is so good, it's better than the food I ordered in the restaurant." ”

Fu You is not a sweet-mouthed person, and every word he says comes from the bottom of his heart. After all, he has been eating takeout for several years and has long since forgotten what home-cooked food tastes like.

Ning Jiayi said slowly: "Food is silent." ”

"I like to talk, if you don't like to listen, don't listen. ”

After Fu You finished speaking, he got up and took the rice bowl with both hands, buried his head and began to pull the rice again.

"Grandpa, grandma, I'm full, I'll go to the store. ”

Before Ning Zaifu could stop him, Ning Jiayi had already ridden his bicycle and disappeared.

"Grandpa, after eating your family's meal, you can't do nothing, I'll go to accompany Ning Jia to see the store, don't worry." ”

Fu You also moved quickly, and he kept up with Ning Jiayi.

The asphalt road was not wide, and he followed her, always keeping a distance of one to three meters between the two.

The incandescent lights from the commissary sprinkled the entire cottage.

Ning Jiayi sat behind the cash register, checked the day's accounts, and then took out the textbook to review.

Fu You sat at the main entrance, crossed his legs, and hummed "Love When You Die" in his mouth

"What are you doing?"

"Read a book. ”

"What kind of book are you reading? Lend me a look. ”

"History books, do you read?"

Fu You didn't believe it, so he stood up, stretched his neck and looked at it, as it was.

"Not interested. ”

Ning Jiayi sneered: "Then you still ask." ”

"If you ask, you won't lose a piece of meat. ”

"It's all here, Officer Zhang should also get off work, you should go back early. ”

"Lao Zhang went to do something. ”

Ning Jiayi raised his head and found Fu You squatting at the door, using the triangular stool as a spinning top.

"Didn't Officer Zhang tell you when he would come back?"

"No, Li An didn't tell me anything, by the way, this painting will be returned to you. ”

When Fu You was squatting, he felt that there was something in his pocket that reached the thigh meat, and when he took it out, he saw that it was a small painting of Ning Jiayi's human head.

"You picked it up there. ”

"Don't care what I picked up there, you don't draw very well, other elementary school students draw better than you. ”

"I didn't ask you to rate my paintings, you're less self-righteous there. ”

Ninga pursed his lips and crumpled the paper, stuffing it into his pocket.

"Huh?"

Fu You stood up suddenly, stretched out his left hand and pulled Ning Jiayi, "Look, that person on a motorcycle doesn't look like my brother-in-law?"

"Indeed...... Like, no, no, no, that person is Officer Zhang. ”

"Do you know where he's going?"

Ning Jia blinked, looked up at Fu You, and thought for a while, "Wang Shuncai lives over there, and Wang Cheng seems to be too." ”

Fu You grabbed Ning Jiayi's hand, "Do you want to go and see?"

Ning Jia didn't think about anything for a while, and nodded: "Okay." ”

The door to the commissary was just closed, and the lights were still there.

The two each got on their bikes and headed in the same direction.

The black-and-white motorcycle happened to stop right in front of Wang Shuncai's house.

Ning Jiayi and Fu You cautiously approached the door, and the voice inside came into their ears clearly:

"Do you know why I want you to rush back right away?"

"I don't know what's going on in Officer Zhang's head. ”

"Don't be hippie with me. ”

"Yes, yes, yes. ”

"What is the relationship between you and Song Xiang?"

"Hahaha, what are you talking about Officer Zhang, what do I have to do with Wang Cheng's daughter-in-law, ...... you?"

"I came to you today, do you think I still don't know anything?"

"No, Officer Zhang, my daughter-in-law is dead, you should try your best to help our family find the real murderer now, why do you ask me Song Xiang?"

"What do you see what this is?"

"This ......"

"Did you write that?"

"Yes, it's an IOU that I wrote. ”

"Before Song Xiang had an accident, you stayed at home to eat and drink well,

Why did she have to go to the factory as soon as something happened to her? The worker who contacted you, I already asked, and he didn't call you at all. ”

"Isn't this to pay back the money, Officer Zhang, you must not have imagined that our family's money is in the hands of my daughter-in-law, and she secretly took it to her mother's house behind my back and my parents. If it weren't for that, where would I let my own daughter not go to school? ”

"The factory is 4,000 a month, and you don't go to work on time every day, how can you make money?"

"This ...... I, I have something to do when I go out, so I have to ask for leave. ”

"Is the 100,000 yuan still in hand?"

“......”

"Uncle Shuncai, if you turn yourself in now, you can reduce your sentence as appropriate. ”

"I, I didn't kill anyone, what kind of head did I be. ”

"Do you have to tell me to break the sky before you understand? The affair between you and Song Xiang has long been not known by one or two people, she probably died on the night of September 1st, did you still go to bed that night!?"

“......”

"You have blood type A, don't you?"

Wang Shuncai had nothing to say.

"You can't go wrong with an autopsy report. ”

"What do you mean? Zhang Kecheng, I'll ...... with her Yes, but I really didn't kill her. Wang Shuncai panicked.

"Then why do you lie again and again and slander the Ning family?"

"I didn't...... The little girl of the Ning family should really be suspicious, my mother-in-law has never liked her, she doesn't like my mother-in-law, I am husband and wife with her, what good is it for me to kill her?"

"Song Xiang won the lottery, three million. Her husband is not at home all the year round, and you get along with her again, without your wife, when she gets divorced, you can be together generously. ”

"That woman is very shrewd, she won't let me take advantage of such a big one. Zhang Kecheng, you are a policeman, and you have to talk about evidence. ”

"Of course, that's just my speculation. But some evidence has already been placed there, and I came to you today to remind you that if you are guilty, you must admit it, and if you don't, continue to be frank and honest. I will not wronged the good people, nor will I spare any evil people!"

When Ning Jiayi and Fu You heard this, both of them were sweating, and while Zhang Kecheng hadn't come out yet, he took her hand and ran together.

"It looks like someone has just run over. ”

"Leave it alone, let's go. ”

Fu You was in front, and Ning Jiayi was chasing behind.

"Are you happy now?"

"Happy what?"

"My brother-in-law doesn't doubt you anymore. ”

"Officer Zhang may just be testing him, but in the end, he can't say who the murderer is. ”

Fu You suddenly stopped the car, "You are really a very strange girl." ”

"Are you praising me or hurting me?"

"Literally," Fu You restarted pedaling, "Tell the king, I won't tell my uncle about this." ”

"Don't call me a whistleblower, I'm the opposite of you, why should I hide it. ”

"Forget it, I won't tell you. ”

"I have a clear conscience, why hide it. I want to ask you, you are actually like your brother-in-law, and you still suspect that I am a murderer, right? Then it is strange that you dare to ride a bicycle with the suspect and walk at night. ”

"I won't tell you. ”

"If you don't, then I'll be right. ”

"That's right. ”

"Why are you swearing. ”

"Briefly, I'm home, see you tomorrow. ”

Fu You turned right, and the silver folding bicycle slid down the slope with a whoosh, and the oncoming cold wind blew away his bangs.