Although "Sumire" is located near the school, such a large clubhouse cannot be opened by wealthy students alone, so when the fame grows, "Sumire" has become a place for adults to gather. As a result, there are fewer students. After all, adolescent teenagers and girls, although they yearn for the adult world, they also have an inexplicable fear.

Tu Mochu's leg was still aching, he leaned in front of the bar and asked the bartender to mix a glass of wine.

Ji Hengwei found a table in the corner, he tried his best to coordinate and communicate with the waiter, and asked if he could help him get a table lamp.

Tu Mochu has not been popular since he was a child, Hua Zhipeng is the first friend he has made, sometimes he is confused about the world he is in, most of the circles of good students are high, and his quirky personality is destined to be different.

Staggered, all kinds of people in the society in "Sumire" came and went, Tu Mochu squinted his eyes halfway, and found a man with a not very normal appearance hurriedly running upstairs. He could tell at a glance that the man's mental state was not right, as if he had absorbed a forbidden item.

Tu Mochu didn't say anything, just buttoned the bar table, and whispered to Hua Zhipeng and them: "Go back early tonight." ”

Jiang Da responded, "Okay, Brother Mo has a cigarette?" ”

Tu Mochu took it.

Jiang Da finished a drink and went to play with Hua Zhipeng on the other side.

At nine o'clock in the evening, a group of criminal policemen rushed into the "violet".

Fate seemed to have played a huge joke, Tu Yiqian walked in the front and saw Tu Mochu at a glance. The boy sat on a stool in front of the bar, his long legs slightly bent. Across the crowd, father and son glanced at each other.

Tu Yiqian's eyes widened in disbelief, Tu Mochu's eyebrows were indifferent at this time, a cigarette was in his mouth, and in the smoke, his expression looked particularly detached.

The music around them continued to grow, and the colorful lights flickered.

Time seemed to go backwards in an instant, and Tu Yiqian seemed to see the four-year-old little Tu Mochu sitting on his shoulder with a smile, and said in a milky voice: "When you grow up, you want to be like your father, be a policeman, and catch bad guys." Tu Yiqian's heart trembled, and Tu Mochu also longed for light and justice.

Even though Tu Yiqian knew that he had a task on his side, but looking at his strange and "bad" son, he walked over a few steps with a pale face, "Bastard!" What are you doing? ”

There was a moment of silence in the scene, and the flow of time around seemed to have slowed down, and the criminal police came to "Sumire" to investigate, which made the atmosphere serious, and almost everyone looked at Tu Yiqian and his criminal police, but the slaughter team walked directly to the bar, and their inquiring eyes fell on Tu Mochu.

Tu Mochu took off the cigarette he was holding and extinguished it on the bar.

After Tu Mochu's prosthetic leg was bitten and left last time, Tu Yiqian still couldn't find him. Tu Mochu knows his father too well, Tu Yiqian has a clear distinction between public and private, even if he wants to find him again, he will only try to ask his colleagues for help, and will not transfer the police force for personal gain. Tu Mochu left him a lot of "clues" of interference, and with Tu Yiqian's personal strength, he will only find more and more deviations, this was the case a year ago, and it is still like this a year later.

Tu Yiqian will not ask other children in the community, as a criminal policeman, he has a cold and hard personality, usually busy with work, and has a general relationship with the neighbors. Or more likely, he didn't want Tu Mochu to go home at all, after all, when Tu Mochu was there, the air in the house seemed to be frozen, and his existence hindered their family and Hemeimei, right?

Tu Mochu's casual attitude completely angered Tu Yiqian, and he raised his hand and slapped him.

The music pauses at this point, crisp and crisp, especially clear. Tu Mochu didn't dodge, and the slap slapped him in the face, making half of his face numb. He tilted his head sideways, "Officer Tu, this slap should be your cheap sperm." ”

There was a lot of coaxing and gossiping around him, and Tu Mochu's words were not loud, only the bartender next to him vaguely heard it.

Tu Yiqian's heart trembled, and he involuntarily took two steps back.

Tu Mochu wiped the corners of his mouth with his fingers, there was pain in his mouth, and a little blood oozed out. Hua Zhipeng and Jiang Da were at the other end of the hall, they didn't see this scene, Heng Wei, who was sitting in the corner, was the closest, although he was frightened, he still walked over and whispered: "Even if it's a policeman, you can't beat people indiscriminately." ”

Tu Yiqian regretted a little, and the slap made his hand hurt. However, Tu Mochu's eyes had an indifferent and sharp edge, which made his steps nail in place.

A criminal policeman behind him reminded: "The slaughter team, there is also official business, and the suspect is nearby." ”

"I ...... Mo Chu ...... "Tu Yiqian couldn't say anything in the end, so he turned his head and led someone upstairs to search.

It seemed like a minor episode, the music continued, and the hall was lively again. Half of Tu Mochu's face was red and swollen, he looked at the drunken fans around him, and sneered lowly. He's not just a combination of a cheap sperm and an egg.

Ji Hengwei asked with concern, "Brother Mo, are you okay?" ”

"Hmm."

"Oh." Ji Hengwei will not comfort people, he looks at Tu Mochu with a light and breezy appearance, but it makes people feel very sad. But since Brother Mo said that it was okay, it should really be fine.

Ji Hengwei said: "That...... So I went to study? ”

"Go ahead."

Ji Hengwei's figure walked to the corner, he was diligent and diligent, but he didn't seem to be fully enlightened, and he was often at a loss, like a nerd who couldn't be lifted no matter how hard he tried in ancient times.

Tu Mochu looked at it, but he didn't think how pathetic Ji Hengwei was, after all, he was much worse than Ji Hengwei. He lowered his eyes and lit another cigarette for himself.

On this day, Meng Jiali stumbled when she went out, "Mom, you know I'm afraid of him, I don't want to go!" ”

Meng Jiali was not admitted to high school, but after Tan Mengxian married Tu Yiqian, she dragged people to find a relationship and let her go to an ordinary high school.

Tan Mengxian glanced at her, "If you don't go, will your mother and I go in person?" That kid used to be studying in N City, and he lied to us for so long. Your Uncle Tu has not slept well these two nights, he is not happy, we have to share his worries, only let him like our mother and daughter more, we will have a good life in the future. ”

Meng Jiali's face was full of reluctance, "I haven't been to No. 3 Middle School." ”

"You won't ask if you have a long mouth? Anyway, let me see him today, otherwise what people will say about my stepmother. I'm moving in a few days, so don't hold me back at this critical juncture. ”

Meng Jiali had no choice, thinking of a luxurious new house, she could only go to the third middle school. Standing on the campus of No. 3 Middle School, she pouted, it was much better than her school, clean and tidy, lush with plants, and there was a grassy football field and a high-end plastic track on the playground. It's incredible that that cripple could study here.

She asked all the way to the twentieth class of high school, and at this time, Tu Mochu was sitting by the window, and Meng Jiali knocked on the window, "Hey, you come out." ”

Everyone in the class looked at it.

Meng Jiali was a little impatient, "Tu Mochu! ”

Tu Mochu frowned and walked out.

Meng Jiali thought to herself, she didn't want to have anything to do with this person at all, so many people were watching.

Meng Jiali didn't know what kind of status Tu Mochu had in the 20th class of the third middle school, in her cognition, the people in the class must know that Tu Mochu was crippled and kept away from him. She took out a thousand yuan from her pocket and counted it, and handed it to Tu Mochu like this, "My mother gave it to you, don't be ignorant." ”

Tu Mochu's face was expressionless, the young man's pupils were as black as ink, and he was quite mad when he didn't speak.

Meng Jiali remembered the scene when he killed the wild dog with rabies, and she was stunned, but she had confidence in the public, and threw a few red tickets at Tu Mochu, "Hurry up and take it, I have to go back." ”

Tu Mochu didn't answer, and the money fell to the ground and scattered.

Meng Jiali felt sorry for the money, and hurriedly squatted down to pick it up.

At the back of the classroom, Hua Zhipeng and the others were dumbfounded. Tu Mochu turned around and entered the classroom, and this time Meng Jiali was no longer in a hurry to deliver money. He doesn't want to forget it, it's none of her business to starve to death outside, and she can save a thousand dollars!

Meng Jiali was gone, and the class became eerily quiet.

Someone whispered: "Isn't Tu Mochu quite rich?" How did that girl ...... just now?"

"Shhhh

As soon as Tu Mo Chu sat down, Ji Hengwei turned his head and wrote his homework weakly, he always felt that it was better not to touch Brother Mo's moldy head at this time.

Hua Zhipeng had a big heart and asked, "Brother Mo, who is that woman?" Actually stuffed you with money. ”

Jiang Da pulled him, Hua Zhipeng didn't know why, "Why are you pulling me?" ”

"Can't you just shut up? Viagra knows more about current affairs than you. ”

Hua Zhipeng immediately didn't dare to speak.

However, because Tu Mochu was too famous in the third middle school, this matter fermented within a few days, and never underestimate the power of people's gossip.

originally thought that Tu Mochu was the second generation of the invisible rich, but in fact, his father was a criminal policeman, and his stepsister also came to the school to give him money.

Those who were afraid of provoking him in the past immediately became arrogant, "Lao Tzu looked at his lame appearance, and thought that he was a bull B, but he was so poor that he asked for help." ”

His companion laughed, "Hahaha, he can't be beaten in the face when he asked for money, right?" ”

There was even a very sarcastic post that was posted on the school forum, and although it was quickly deleted and more people saw it, the gossip still spread.

Zhou Lina, who likes to visit forums, saw the post and opened her mouth wide in surprise. The post is particularly ugly, when Tu Mochu and Hua Zhipeng were playing together, they drove a luxury car, although there were people who picked up his family, but most of the comments praised him for being rich and beautiful, and now everyone knows that he has no background that he can't be provoked, and those evil words have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

At this time, it was during the afternoon class, Zhou Lina secretly played with her mobile phone, and accidentally saw this post, so she quietly told Jing Lin during class, "Linlin, I remember that you know him, right?" ”

It was overcast, and it was raining a cold autumn rain outside.

Jing Lin was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Lina, if the teacher asks me in the next class, you will say that I have a stomachache and go to the toilet." ”

"You ......"

Jing Lin opened her umbrella and ran into the rain. The umbrella goose yellow is a birthday gift from friends in the community.

The ginkgo biloba leaves of No. 3 Middle School were beaten to the ground by the rain, and Tu Mochu sat on the basketball court and smoked. He was surrounded by cigarette butts, with a canopy above his head, and his body was slightly damp, with the coolness of autumn.

Jing Lin's hair tips and toe toes were wet, and she walked through the layers of seats and stopped beside Tu Mochu. The goose-yellow umbrella was dripping and tucked away at her side.

Tu Mochu raised her eyes, her dark pupils reflected her pretty face, and half of the young man's face was still slightly red and swollen.

Jing Lin called softly: "Tu Mochu." ”

Tu Mochu extinguished the smoke, "What are you doing here?" ”

"I'm afraid you'll be upset."

"I'm not sad." He's used to it, isn't that what that home brought him?

Jing Lin crouched down in front of him, between a pile of soot.

Tu Mochu opened his mouth, wanting to say that his side was very dirty, and he should stand far away. The next moment, his cheeks suddenly touched a cool feeling, very light and gentle. He looked at her in disbelief.

Jing Lin gently held the side of his face with her fingertips, "Then do you hurt?" ”

Tu Mochu subconsciously held the small hand next to his face. The girl's hands were soft and boneless, and she stepped on the rain, with a coolness. His palm was hot, and he took her hand away like an electric shock.

"It doesn't hurt." Tu Mochu's voice was hoarse. He told himself that she was like petting an injured stray cat and dog, and there was no superfluous meaning, and he couldn't think about it, and he couldn't think about it.

Jing Lin was very embarrassed, "But I skipped class, I can't run out in vain." ”

Tu Mochu couldn't help but be stunned.

Jing Lin's eyes curled, and a smile slowly bloomed, "Tu Mochu, you can invite me to dinner." "At least don't smoke alone in such a dark place.

Tu Mochu lowered his eyes and replied with difficulty: "You go by yourself." He took his wallet out of his pocket and handed it to her.

Jing Lin didn't answer, "Why are you like this?" I'm very angry. ”

Tu Mochu's lips were pursed, and a shallow loss slipped through his eyes. She shouldn't have known a long time ago, he can't say good things, and he hasn't liked people since he was a child.

Jing Lin didn't get angry for a while, and smiled again, "Forget it, who makes me not easy to get angry, so shall I invite you to dinner?" ”

Tu Mochu was silent.

Jing Lin stretched out her hand and pulled the corner of his clothes, "There is a shop outside your school that is delicious, I don't know if you have eaten it." Last time, I rushed back to study at night, and I packed a copy, and my roommates said it was delicious. ”

Her little cat-like strength was not great, but Tu Mochu couldn't help but stand up with her.

Walking out of the covered basketball court, Jing Lin stretched out a goose-yellow umbrella, on which a funny duck looked very silly with its mouth open. She stood on tiptoe and took him into the umbrella, "My umbrella is small, don't get wet." ”

Tu Mochu took the umbrella and held it up for her. They were so close, the girl was petite, and she had a light fragrance on her body.

It was still raining in the gray sky, but there was not a hint of haze, and it was much brighter than in the basketball court that could shelter from the rain.