Chapter 12 ...
A teenager of that age inevitably speaks with a foreign accent. The mantras of several classmates in the class were "I love you the most" and "I like you to death".
Subconsciously, I think the "like" that Angel refers to also means that.
"Yes, you're my friend, of course I like you." I grabbed a handful of cold popcorn, couldn't chew it or swallow it, and said indistinctly, "You see, I still like a lot of things." β
Angel turned her back on me.
For people who have their backs to me, I always don't bother to take the initiative.
I stood still and continued to nibble on the popcorn, choking, and took two more sips of Sprite.
When the popcorn was finished, Angel turned around: "I'll take you somewhere." He reached out to grab the popcorn and complained to me: "Damn, eat it behind my back!" β
"Cut, you're only allowed to eat popcorn in the wind?" I gave him the whole bucket, "Where to go?" β
Angel nibbled on the few remaining popcorns as if she was revenge, and slurred her words: "You'll know when you go." β
We walked side by side through the streets and through the foggy crowds.
When the daylight dimmed, I looked at the row of solemn and solemn black characters in front of me, and I felt a creep: "Anqi, what are you doing?" Why did you bring me to the juvenile detention center? β
"Over hereβ"
I followed Angel to the side and sat on the ground on the corner against the wall, facing the gate of the juvenile detention center. I still don't understand what it means to be here.
Angel spoke slowly: "A friend of mine is inside. β
"Oh."
Angel's friend, not my friend, I have no interest in hearing another person's story.
Angel said, "He killed someone, and he will stay in it for eight years." β
I'm a little interested again: "Who did he kill?" β
Angel lost her mind for a moment and looked at me with some sadness: "His father." β
I gasped.
"His father abused his stepmother, and it's useless to call the police...... "An Qi looked at the gate of the juvenile detention center again, "People like him are most afraid of mood swings." But I told him that some things can be endured, and some things must be resisted...... "Angel wanted to speak and stopped, "I made him a murderer and caused him to go to prison......"
I bowed my head wordlessly.
In contrast, my uneventful, boring life was not even depressed.
After a short silence, I sighed softly: "It's better to go to jail than to let his stepmother be subjected to domestic violence, and it's better to be oppressed by his beast father." β
Anqi looked at me suspiciously: "Kang Rong, why do you think so?" β
"Or else?" I was inexplicable, "If you didn't think so, you wouldn't say anything like that to him." If he hadn't thought so, he wouldn't have made that choice. β
Angel looked at me stunned, as if chewing on what I said.
After a while, he smiled again: "Kang Rong, only you can say such things. β
I looked at him, "You didn't do anything wrong. β
Angel's eyes were a little moist.
I was really worried that he would cry, so I hurriedly sent my broad shoulders: "Are you so moved to cry that I was redeemed by my brother's words?" Come, I'll lend you to lean, and don't wipe my snot on my clothes. β
Sure enough, Angel's depression dissipated temporarily.
"You're really cold-blooded." Anqi complained to me again, ""The Diary of an Emperor Penguin is so good-looking, you don't like it." β
"I'm going, you're bringing me here just to denounce me for not liking documentaries?"
Angel continued to condemn me: "The penguin family has much more love than humans, aren't you moved by it when you see it?" β
"Humans also have a very beautiful family - other people and other penguins have nothing to do with me, I am a ghost?"
"That's why you're cold-blooded." Angel was unrelenting, "I've been you diagonally facing the table for three months, don't you even know what my name is?" β
This person's thinking is too jumpy, isn't it?
I replied humbly, "Don't I know now?" There are still more than half of my classmates whose names I still can't name. β
Angel laughed again and reached out to rub my head: "You don't need to remember their names, it's enough to remember mine." β
I was touched twice in one day, and I really blew up: "I'll beat you if you touch my head again!" β
Angel made an innocent appearance again: "I want to touch you when I see you, how can you blame me?" β
"Are you perverted?"
Angel blinked his big deep eyes: "Then I'm perverted because of you." β
"Okay, then I committed the crime of harming people and perverting, are you going to send me to a juvenile detention center?"
"You're too old, the juvenile detention center won't accept you! Why don't I open a high-end shelter for you, an older harmful pervert? β
After saying that, Angel quickly ruffled my hair again, and got up and ran away.
Don't let me catch you, good boy! I also stepped out of my legs to follow.