That night, Xu Yiguang naturally failed to take Lin Miao back.

There are too many entanglements of interests around Lin Guorong and Lin Miao, the father and son, so many that once there is a big case like tonight, even the senior secretary, who has become a member of the Standing Committee of the Provincial Party Committee, has to get up from bed in the middle of the night and come to the scene in person to show his attention to the case and the safety of the child.

Fortunately, the two suspects were hung up at the scene. Otherwise, Xu Yiguang estimated that those two goods would at least have to go to prison and taste the ten tortures of the Manchu Dynasty. The chrysanthemum blooms to the sun or something, and it's not impossible to be gouged out with a toothbrush handle after falling asleep. Anyway, Lao Lin can afford to pay that money. And some people behind Lao Lin can obviously afford this kind of consequence.

This is because China's legal process and rule of law mechanism can never be put in place in one step.

There are always people who can use various methods to get out of the law.

Xu Yiguang despised Lao Lin, but he didn't dare not give him face.

The person handling the case at the scene didn't even have time to ask for a confession, so Lao Lin hurriedly took Lin Miao and left the Guanyin Temple.

Luo Li watched Lin Miao being taken away by Lao Lin, his eyes widened and he didn't make a sound.

When the crying stopped, it was as if I had lost the ability to speak......

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Jiang Ping waited at home until more than twelve o'clock, and finally stayed up until the door was opened, and when she saw Lao Lin coming back with Lin Miao with gauze wrapped in her hands, she rushed up and hugged Lin Miao, kissed him on the face, and couldn't stop crying with snot and tears.

Then Lin Miao couldn't help but say, "Mom, I fell into the dung pit just now." ”

Jiang Ping instantly shut up and carried Lin Miao into the bathroom.

It is indeed a very troublesome thing to not be able to get your injured hand in water for the time being, and not being able to take a bath by yourself in the summer.

Jiang Ping did not shy away from picking Lin Miao away, and Lin Miao asked his mother to give him a bath in endless embarrassment. Then after being washed fragrantly, he was stuffed into Li Xiao's bed.

Jiang Ping closed the door, and within two seconds, a fierce quarrel broke out outside the house.

Now in the boundary of Dongou City, the only one who can be justified and not give Lao Lin face is Jiang Ping alone.

Even Lao Lin's own mother and old lady are talking to Lao Lin now with a hint of flattery.

Although it seems very strange that the relationship between mother and son is like this, with Lin Miao's understanding of the old lady's character, the old lady's behavior of pleasing her son does not seem to have any contradiction with her logic and principles of dealing with people.

Only Jiang Ping has always had a tendon, not hitting the south wall and not looking back.

recognized Lao Lin as his own man, that is, his own man. The red and purple Lao Lin is Lao Lin, and the old Lin who is paralyzed in bed and needs her to feed her with water, food, and urine to live is still that Lao Lin. That's all.

Because of this, Lin Miao can tolerate Jiang Ping's work every day, month after month, and year after year, because many women who don't seem to do it are actually not as reliable as Jiang Ping. Jiang Ping can mess up a good thing at most, while some women prefer to take away the good one, and then wave their sleeves and leave a mess for those who are no longer able to clean it up.

"Fortunately, it's okay! If something happens to my son, I'll fight with you!"

Jiang Ping roared outside the house, and Lin Miao couldn't sleep.

Turning his head, Li Xiao opened his eyes wide in the darkness and looked at Lin Miao quietly.

Lin Miao touched her eyes and said softly, "You sleep, you have to go to school tomorrow." ”

Li Miao gently touched the thick gauze on Lin Miao's hand and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore. Lin Miao said, got up from the bed, and turned on the light.

Li Xiao asked, "What are you looking for?"

Lin Miao said: "There is a new ...... Haven't you used a diary?"

"Yes, in the bottom drawer......" Li Xiao stretched out his hand and pointed to the desk.

Lin Miao opened the drawer, and there were a lot of unused books in the cabinet, all of which were printed with the signs of Xicheng Street, and at a glance, he knew that Jiang Ping was greedy and cheap to get it back from the unit.

Lin Miao doesn't dislike it either-of course, there's actually no room for dislike, no matter how old or not, the books printed by yourself in the unit are of acceptable quality, except for the LOGO is more earthy, there will be basically no other shortcomings.

Lin Miao, who had never been able to develop the habit of keeping a diary in her previous life, suddenly became interested today.

I opened the notebook, I had a thousand words in my heart, and I was stunned for a long time, but I only wrote down one line:

June 1, 1995, fine. Double kill. What a meaningful day!

After writing, put down the pen, turn off the light and go to bed.

The sound of the quarrel outside the house became smaller, and the sound of brushing water sounded in the bathroom again, and I don't know if Jiang Ping thought Lao Lin had feces on his body, or if he thought he had feces on himself. Anyway, in the sound of dripping water, Lin Miao, who had been tired all day, finally completely overdrew his physical strength and energy, and soon fell asleep.

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In the days after Lin Miao survived, he could hardly do anything because of injuries to his hands.

Jiang Ping specially asked for leave and stayed at home to take care of Lin Miao, and the old Dong of the street didn't say a word of nonsense, so he directly approved a month's long vacation, so that Jiang Ping could cultivate with pay, as long as he could go back to work before the year-end assessment.

Lin Miao stopped swimming lessons, calligraphy lessons and piano lessons, and she was so idle at home that she had nothing to do, "Lao Lin Teaches You to Write Essays" temporarily stopped writing, and the brewing "Demon Hunting Notes" was also in Jiang Ping's daily parents, and she couldn't hold back a one-word outline.

But that's not the main reason.

The reason why Lin Miao can't write is that the environment is not good.

Since June 2nd, Lin Miao's guests have not been interrupted.

In the past, I couldn't find a chance to get close to Lao Lintao, but now I finally have a full excuse, old friends, former classmates, former neighbors, distant relatives, and recent colleagues, all of whom went one after another to carry all kinds of local products, cigarettes and wine, gold, silver and jade, the Buddhist beads that the great monks in the temple had opened, the charms of the Taoist masters who had lit the cinnabar, and the red envelopes that Lao Lin did not nod but were still hard to stuff, and came in groups to visit Lin Miao's condition. Occasionally, I met individual leaders who also stopped by to take a look, and they were all so excited, praising Lao Lin's awesomeness, and seeing that the people who are in contact with him now are all upper-class people, atmospheric!

Lin Miao was annoyed, but Jiang Ping received the gift so that the corners of her mouth cramped, and day after day, her facial muscles were almost stiff with laughter.

In addition to these people, reporters also came three times, but they didn't ask Lin Miao about the battle of wits and courage with the gangsters, because Wang Lan gave a death order at the plenary meeting of the city's propaganda system, and the media in Dongou City will never be allowed to publicize this matter. Therefore, these reporters searched their stomachs and could only talk to Lin Miao about the unnutritious topic of "why do you refuse the invitation to the juvenile class".

Lin Miao was perfunctory, and it wasn't until Ding Shaoyi came in person that he finally exchanged some useful information.

Ding Shaoyi told Lin Miao that Luo Li was severely mentally stimulated and was sent to the capital for treatment, and the main symptom was the inability to speak, typical aphasia. So the original plan of the city to let Lin Miao and Luo Li go together to participate in the 97 Hong Kong return flower girl election campaign was completely ruined.

Lin Miao didn't have any obsession with this flower girl's campaign, but she was a little worried about Luo Li, and asked Ding Shaoyi, "Can it be cured?"

"It can definitely be cured, but it will take time. Ding Shaoyi sighed, "Don't worry about her, the next holiday is coming, we have to go to Hangzhou to compete, you adjust your mood first." Your previous essay has entered the second round, let's strive to win at least two national third prizes or more in one competition. ”

Lin Miao said lightly: "Let's watch the play." ”