Chapter 8 I didn't treat him like a man
Zhu Shan was only on her first day at work, and she was already feeling tired.
Because at this moment, her mind was still full of Zhuo's hoarse cries in the sample film.
Zhu Shan was weak enough to raise her hand to record her fingerprints, and when she pushed open the door, she saw a small light left in the hallway.
She put the bag of porridge in her hand on the shoe cabinet, then took off her little boots and replaced them with slippers.
After walking a few steps, Zhu Shan sensitively poured back and took the millet porridge that she hadn't drunk.
She walked over to the counter and poured the porridge into the kitchen disposer.
A fingertip clicked the switch on the control panel, and a slight mechanical hum sounded in my ears.
Zhu Shan remembered that Qu Lianjie asked her why she was a reporter.
She chose the profession of a journalist because she didn't like it since she was a child.
She is to investigate the truth about her father Zhu Xiaowen's case.
Back then, Zhu Xiaowen, as a university economics professor, took a group of graduate students, and was finally reported by one of the female students for indecency.
Before the police investigated and decided to file a case, public opinion had already fermented.
At that time, Zhu Shan saw the horror of public opinion for the first time.
But Zhu Shan didn't believe it, and she didn't believe that her father would do something like molesting her students.
He loves his mother so much, he loves himself so much, and he loves this family so much.
However, Zhu Xiaowen suddenly committed suicide by jumping off the building before the case was filed.
For this reason, the schoolgirl decided to drop the complaint.
Some say that Zhu Xiaowen committed suicide in fear of crime, and some say that Zhu Xiaowen committed suicide due to the pressure of public opinion.
But Zhu Shan didn't believe it, her father was obviously in a good state of mind and firmly believed that justice would be done to him.
Back then, as long as she thought about it, Zhu Shan felt full of doubts.
Because Zhu Xiaowen suddenly committed suicide by jumping off a building before the case was filed, the case became a headless case.
But public opinion is still there.
It was clear that the judiciary had not adjudicated the matter, but it was convicted by those people with their mouths.
And my mother has never given up on returning justice to my father, and has been investigating, but... Soon after, a car accident accidentally took her life.
What her mother didn't finish, Zhu Shan wanted to finish.
Either way, she wanted an answer.
A truth.
Zhu Shan was young at the time, and her family was reluctant to talk too much about her as a child, so she did not know the details of the incident.
But she can still remember that her father was interviewed by a legal column of Yuhe TV, and there was a skinny reporter uncle who had been following the report.
But later, she didn't find out about the broadcast of the show.
That's why she came to Yuhe TV.
She wanted to find the reporter who interviewed her father back then to understand the incident, or to find some relevant information.
Because there are so few clues in her hands.
"What are you doing?"
A voice suddenly came from behind him, and Zhu Shan's body trembled, startling a spirit.
She turned around and saw Ling Xiao wearing a full set of home clothes, his hands clasped around his chest, his chin tilted slightly, staring at her scrutinically.
Zhu Shan glared at him, and then patted her little heart: "Don't sleep in the middle of the night?" Why are you running out and being scary? ā
Ling Xiao chuckled: "I'm scary? ā
"I walked silently, which scared me."
Zhu Shan clicked the switch on the control panel, and the humming of the kitchen garbage disposer stopped.
Ling Xiao lowered his eyelashes and glanced at the kitchen sink, and his gaze returned to Zhu Shan's face.
His gaze was sharp, and the sharpness between his eyebrows was undisguised.
Zhu Shan didn't notice his sudden dangerous look, scolded in her heart, and didn't dare to show it, she was really aggrieved.
She turned around and washed the Davidian cup and set it away.
didn't look at him squarely, and didn't plan to stay longer, Zhu Shan turned around and staggered past him, and before he could take two steps away, he was suddenly choked by the throat of fate.
Ling Xiao pulled her sweatshirt and hat and pulled it back casually, and Zhu Shan was dragged back, leaving only a slipper.
She tiptoed, grabbed her neckline and tugged at it, making sure she couldn't pull it, and her brow furrowed even more.
She was no longer polite: "Ling Xiao! ā
Ling Xiao lowered his head slightly and leaned closer, and said in a tone of lesson: "Who was the one who had a stomachache last night?" Who is it who is clamoring for life or death? Just keep your mouth shut? ā
Zhu Shan was only as tall as Ling Xiao's shoulders, and gently raised her head to meet Ling Xiao's aggressive eyes.
She swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said sullenly: "You misunderstood, I didn't eat spicy food, I just drank porridge." ā
Ling Xiao snorted lightly, tilted his head slightly, and the geometric lampshade on the top of the kitchen was printed on his side face, bright and dark.
His tone was extremely slow, and his low voice was oppressive: "Article 67 of the Criminal Law, truthfully confessing one's own crimes is a voluntary surrender. ā
Surrender?
Can this also be related to criminal law?
Zhu Shan felt that he was just bullying himself and being used to bullying.
She began to rebel. She grabbed the collar of her sweatshirt and tugged at it, her range of movements was greater than just now, her entire back hit Ling Xiao's chest, and she twisted her body vigorously.
Fortunately, in the next moment, Ling Xiao let go of his hand and took half a step back.
Zhu Shan didn't pay attention to him, and jumped forward with one foot to put on slippers.
She wanted to go back to the room, but she was afraid that he would hold a grudge, so she turned around and explained: "My colleague invited me to eat in the cafeteria together, and I thought that on the first day, I still had to build a good relationship, so I went with them." ā
Seeing that Ling Xiao didn't react, Zhu Shan emphasized again: "In the cafeteria, I also eat vegetable porridge." ā
Ling Xiao glanced at her, turned around and walked towards the room, his steps were fast and big, as if he didn't want to dwell on this matter anymore, and dropped a sentence: "Go to bed early." ā
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What's crazy about a big night?
Popularizing the law?
Zhu Shan was stunned for a moment and trotted up.
She adjusted her emotions, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and she was like two people with the image of the fried hair just now.
The tone was also flattering: "Brother Ling Xiao, I still have questions." ā
Sensing that Ling Xiao didn't intend to take care of herself, Zhu Shan ran directly to him and supported him with both hands: "You wait a minute." ā
Ling Xiao lowered his head, his gaze fixed on her hand.
His face is so dark.
Zhu Shan hurriedly withdrew her little hand and stretched out her index finger to make a 'one': "I have one question." ā
Ling Xiao looked at her for two seconds, slightly heavi, and his tone was a little impatient: "Say." ā
"I want to ask, is Ren Xingyan really innocent?"
Ling Xiao didn't expect her to ask this, and her brows instantly wrinkled.
Zhu Shan took in his expression, and her little head leaned closer: "You are his defense lawyer, you should know the truth." ā
Ling Xiao looked at her little face and approached, and she could clearly count the extent of her eyelashes. So he stretched out his index finger against her head and pushed her away a little: "Whether he is guilty or not, it's not up to me to decide." ā
"Didn't you ask?"
"......" Ling Xiao didn't speak, his eyes looked at her head, which was poked red by him.
"Ling Xiao, tell me, I want to know." Her expression was genuinely sincere and serious.
Ling Xiao unconsciously rubbed his fingertips and said, "He told me that he was wronged." ā
Zhu Shan couldn't understand this, and asked, "Then what?" ā
"What, then?"
"He told you that he was wronged, and you believe him?"
Ling Xiao's tone was reasonable: "Otherwise? ā
"Then what if he did commit a crime and he lied to you?"
Ling Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly: "What do you want to say?" ā
Zhu Shan raised her little face and gently probed: "If he is really guilty, will you also defend him?" ā
At night, it's very quiet.
Ling Xiao's words were also very clear.
He said: "I am a lawyer, first, I have to firmly believe in my client, and second, I have to stand firmly on my client's side and defend him. ā
"I'm asking, what would you have done if you knew he was guilty?"
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows, and his tone was unhurried: "Those who break the law also have rights." ā
"That's the ethics of a lawyer?"
"Yes!"
Zhu Shan does not understand the professional ethics of lawyers, nor does she understand the beliefs of lawyers.
But she believes that journalists should be impartial and expose the truth of the matter.
Zhu Shan slept for a while, and felt less heavy in her heart.
At noon, she and Wu Jing went to the cafeteria to eat.
When choosing the dishes, Zhu Shan's eyes froze on the spicy chicken for two seconds, and Ling Xiao's eyes that seemed to be able to see everything suddenly appeared in her head.
She didn't want to listen to him popularize the law, and she said that a few articles were voluntary surrender.
So I was spineless and asked for a tomato scrambled egg and a shredded leek pork.
Halfway through the meal, Zhu Shan obediently accosted: "Sister Jing, why didn't you see Brother Hui and Sister Wenwen today?" ā
"They went out for interviews."
"Oh." Zhu Shan's tone was low, "When can I follow?" ā
"Don't worry, there is an opportunity."
Zhu Shan licked her lips and carefully led the topic: "Sister Jing, will the content of the interview be broadcast?" ā
"Not necessarily."
"What happens to interviews that haven't been broadcast?"
"Well..."Wu Jing lowered her head and played with her mobile phone, her tone was slow, "Generally, it will be stored for a period of time, and it will be destroyed after a long time." ā
"How long do you usually keep it?"
"A few months, a year or two."
A few months?
A year or two?
But eight years have passed since Zhu Xiaowen's incident, and the content of those interviews should have been destroyed a long time ago.
Zhu Shan quickly put down her chopsticks: "Sister Jing, I have been a loyal fan of Yuhe TV since I was a child, I remember that when I was a child, there was a legal column called 'inside and outside the court', do you remember?" ā
"Ah, didn't that show stop a few years ago?"
"Yes, so do you know who were the reporters in charge of this column at the time? Are they still on TV? ā
Wu Jing finally put down the mobile phone in her hand and looked at Zhu Shan suspiciously: "What are you asking for?" ā
"IāI just liked that show, and I really admired a reporter at the time, and I thought, can I ask him for an autograph or something."
Wu Jing smiled and quipped: "I remember that the reporters in this column are all a little old, do you like this?" ā
Zhu Shan nodded frantically.
Wu Jing propped her cheek with one hand and thought for a while: "Not long after I first joined the TV station, that program was stopped broadcasting due to restrictions, and there were quite a lot of reporters in that program, but the liquidity was very high......
Zhu Shan lowered her eyes with some disappointment.
"Shanshan, what's the name of the reporter you like, I don't think he's on the TV station yet."
Zhu Shan couldn't remember the name at all: "It's been too long, I haven't remembered the name." ā
Wu Jing comforted: "It's okay, what if you meet one day?" ā
Zhu Shan sighed, she could only hope for this.
Wu Jing: "By the way, Shanshan, are you living in your own house or renting a house now?" ā
Live... Own home?
Zhu Shan thought for a while: "I live at a friend's house. ā
Wu Jing immediately gossiped: "Men and women? ā
"Male."
"Boyfriend?"
"It's not." Zhu Shan opened her eyes weakly, lowered her head and pulled the rice in the bowl, "It's an elder brother, a neighbor brother who grew up together." ā
"It's just a neighbor's brother? Wouldn't that be inconvenient? Wu Jing added, "After all, it's a boy." ā
Zhu Shan shook her head: "I didn't treat him as a man." ā
Two seconds later, Wu Jing concluded, "It's... Isn't it good-looking? ā
Ling Xiao's angry face appeared in Zhu Shan's little head.
Since he was a child, I'm afraid no one has ever said that he is not good-looking.
Zhu Shan's childish revenge came, so she nodded heavily, holding back a smile and telling the lie very seriously: "Ugly! Ugly that makes people have no idea! ā