It belongs to the type of people who have shortcomings in personal ability.

Look, no, this little thing for my son has been done like this.

After listening to the retelling of the Li police, this scene became a little funny.

Shen Du, Miao Weiting, and Miao Ta's father pulled each other's arms, forming a circle.

Everyone stared at each other, and then let go of their hands together in a particularly tacit understanding, and looked in the direction of Officer Li.

Just when this people's police comrade had nowhere to put his hands in embarrassment, suddenly from the direction outside the mouth of the alley, another person's voice sounded.

"Well, well, why are you stuck here? Don't go home!"

"Hey, isn't this Comrade Li Ziwei, the most popular male civil servant in the Changdian area selected by our Changdian people's servant and the neighborhood committee, ranked first?"

"This is a case in progress, right?"

"Oh, then I can't delay everyone's business, I'm going around in a circle and turning around from another ......"

It seemed that he was still thinking about continuing to be poor, so Shen Du reluctantly pressed the corner of his forehead and shouted outside the alley: "Dad!"

With just one sentence, this meaningless small talk ended, and then, from behind Officer Li, another head poked out.

It was Shen Du's father Shen Yaojun who finished a day's work and went home from work.

"Hey, son, why are you here, are you here to see the fun?"

"Oh, oh, I see, you're definitely here to help with the case. ”

"Why is there someone fighting and stealing in our place?"

After speaking, he glanced twice in the direction of Miao Weiting and his son.

The meaning in that look was very unclear, and even a person like Miao Weiting, who was not very sensitive, sensed the contempt contained in it.

No, uncle, I'm not......

Hearing this, Shen Du suddenly smiled.

His eyes kept staring at Miao Weiting's father, and his mouth seemed to be unintentional and as if intentionally: "Dad, are you off work? Nothing happened here, just a little misunderstanding." ”

"Hey, Dad, it's good for me to look at you like this, even if you see me standing with the police for the first time, it's the side that thinks I'm good. ”

"I found out that Dad, although you are not democratic enough and have a slightly irritable temper, you still really don't say anything about the trust and maintenance of your own children. ”

After speaking, Shen Du gave a thumbs up in the direction of Shen Yaojun, and after seeing that his son was also involved, Shen Yaojun was not ambiguous, pushed the bicycle and hurried two steps and stood next to Shen Du.

"Come on, what's wrong, talk to your dad. ”

Officer Li, who was particularly able to talk on the side, told Shen Yaojun about the cause of the incident and the whole story after that.

After listening to the whole thing, this Shen Yaojun slurred twice at Miao Weiting's father, and chatted with this unqualified family: "I said, Shen Du's father, Miao ......"

Miao Daqiang hurriedly followed: "Miao Daqiang." ”

"Yes, Miao Daqiang, look up for a long time!"

Shen Yaojun then handed his hand to the other party, and after the two symbolically shook hands, he began to educate the other party: "Daqiang, you see that Shen Du and your child are classmates, then this child must also be a good child." ”

"It's your father!"

"Why do you say you scolded your son indiscriminately?"

"Whose children are not their own treasures, it's too late to protect them, why are you willing to beat and scold?"

"Look at it, look at the people who have wronged their children, and their sadness is almost as high as my son. ”

This is reasonable, but it is a bit awkward.

But in Miao Weiting's ears, it was like a heavenly sound.

Ever since his mother died, there's no one to protect him like he does today.

Yes, he mixed up a little, got into fights, pressed the road, and went to Internet cafes.

But what is he doing this for?

It's not because when I returned home, I always met the scolding father, and when I saw that someone came to the door to complain, no matter whose fault it was, he smoked himself first.

As soon as he came and went, he didn't want to go home, and the longer he didn't want to go home, the longer he mixed on the street, the longer he mixed, the more trouble he caused, and finally formed a vicious circle that couldn't be resisted.

Sometimes I can't wait to live outside, and I don't want to see the face of the man who hates him.

After listening to these words, Miao Weiting cried.

It's really crying, not subtle at all.

A big man of 1.78 meters, rubbing his eyes and crying, his eyes were red like a rabbit.

Shen Yaojun, who was startled, shook back his hand, which had been separated from Miao Daqiang, and dragged the man who was stronger than him and shook it desperately: "Look at you, you made your son cry! ”

Miao Daqiang, who had never known how to fight healthier, was dumbfounded all of a sudden.

Since his son entered junior high school, he has been so rebellious that he doesn't even know what the other party is thinking.

When he cried suddenly, didn't Miao Daqiang cry at a loss?

This man, who was bent on making money, thinking that the child had no mother and could no longer spend money on him, wanted to take a step forward and wipe his tears for his child, but when he raised his hand, he put it down with some inferiority complex after seeing the black engine oil on his hand.

But at this time, Shen Du, who had been standing beside several people, suddenly said: "Uncle Miao, no matter how dirty your hands are, they are also your father's hands, and you will never dislike being a son." ”

Just this sentence made the two fathers and sons look at each other like this.

One stopped wailing with tears in his eyes, and the other raised his right hand nervously.

When the rough, cracked and calloused hands left a black oil mark on Miao Weiting's cheeks, the child who had stopped crying because of shock, longing, and hope began to cry in a louder voice.

"This is, what's going on?"

Miao Daqiang was a little panicked, he didn't know what delicacy was at all when he was rough, but he was shocked by the most real tears in front of him, his hands and feet trembled, and his eyes were panicked.

In the end, it is the nature of father and son, and they are connected by blood.

When Miao Weiting cried like a child who had received candy, Miao Daqiang gritted his teeth and hugged Miao Weiting's shoulders with his not thick arms.

Just like when he was a child, his mother coaxed Miao Weiting to sleep, again and again, clumsy, unable to control the strength, and smoothed Miao Weiting's back.