It belongs to the type of person who has shortcomings in personal abilities.

Look, this little thing has been done like this.

After listening to Police Li’s retelling, the scene became a bit funny.

Chen Du, Miao Weiting and Miao’s father, pulled each other’s arms and formed a circle.

Everyone stared at each other with big eyes, looked at each other, and then let go of their hands in a tacit understanding, and looked towards Officer Li in one go.

Just when the comrade of the people's policeman was embarrassed and had nowhere to put his hands, a man suddenly sounded from the direction outside the entrance of the alley.

"Mari, Mani, why are you all stuck here? Don't go home!"

"Oh, isn't this the most popular male civil servant in the Changdian area selected by the neighborhood committee, Comrade Li Ziwei, the number one?"

"Is this a case being handled?"

"Oh, then I can't delay everyone's business. I can go around in circles and turn over from another mouth..."

It seems that he is still thinking about continuing to lose weight. Chen Du pressed his forehead helplessly and shouted outside the alley: "Dad!"

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

It was the day after working and his father Chen Yaojun who came home from get off work.

"Hey! Son, why are you here too? Are you watching the fun?"

"It doesn't look like it, oh, I understand, you must be here to assist in the case."

"Why are there people fighting and thieves here?"

After saying that, he looked in the direction of Miao Weiting and his son.

The meaning in that look was very unclear, and even people like Miao Weiting, who were not very sensitive, noticed the contempt contained in it.

No, uncle, I'm not...

Hearing the sinking here, he suddenly laughed.

He kept staring at Miao Weiting's father, and said inadvertently and intentionally: "Dad, is it off work? Nothing happened here, it's just a small misunderstanding."

"Hey! Dad, it's pretty good for me to look at you like this. Even if I see me standing with the police at the first time, I will think about me in the better direction."

"I found that although you are not democratic enough and have a slightly irritable temper, you are really nothing to say about your trust and maintenance of your own children."

After saying that, Chen Du gave a thumbs up in the direction of Chen Yaojun. After seeing that his son was also involved, Chen Yaojun was not vague. He pushed the bicycle and rushed two steps and stood next to Chen Du.

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

Another Officer Li, who was particularly talkative, told Chen Yaojun about the cause of the incident and the whole story afterwards.

After listening to the whole thing, Chen Yaojun tutted at Miao Weiting's father twice, and started chatting with the unqualified family: "I said, Chen Du's father, Miao..."

Miao Daqiang quickly followed: "Miao Daqiang."

"Yes, Miao Daqiang, I have been admired for a long time!"

Chen Yaojun then handed his hand to the other party. After the two shook hands symbolically, he began to educate the other party: "Daqiang, look, Chen Du and your child are classmates, then this child must be a good child too."

"This is what you are the one who is your father!"

"Why do you say you're cursing your son first without any distinction?"

"Whose children are not their own treasures, and they are not too late to protect them. Why are you willing to beat or scold them?"

"Look, look, look, the child is wronged and sad, almost as tall as my son."

What this is reasonable is just a bit awkward.

But in Miao Weiting's ears, it was like the sound of nature.

Since his mother passed away, no one has protected him like today.

Yes, he was a little confused, causing trouble when fighting, placing on the street, and going to Internet cafes.

But what is he for?

It’s because when I got home, I always met the cursing father. When I saw someone coming to complain, no matter who was wrong, he would beat him up and then talk about it.

After a while, he didn't want to go home. The longer he didn't want to go home, the longer he stayed on the street, the more things he got caused, and eventually formed a vicious cycle that he couldn't resist. Until now, he became physically disgusted as soon as he approached his own car repair shop.

Sometimes I wish I could live outside, but I didn’t want to see the face of the man who looked disgusted with him.

After hearing these words, Miao Weiting cried.

I'm really crying, not at all implicit.

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

Shen Yaojun was shocked and held his hand that had been separated from Miao Daqiang again, and pulled the man stronger than him and shook it desperately: "Look at you making your son cry! Why don't you, a father, go over and persuade him quickly."

Miao Daqiang, who had never known to fight healthier, was stunned.

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

Isn’t this sudden crying aroused Miao Daqiang’s helplessness?

This man who was determined to make money was thinking that his child had no mother and could no longer stop him in money. He wanted to take a step forward and wipe his tears for his child. However, when he raised his hand, he saw the black motor oil full of his hands, and put it down with a little inferiority.

But at this moment, Shen Du, who had been standing beside several people, suddenly said: "Uncle Miao, no matter how dirty his hands are, it is also his father's hand. Those who are sons will never dislike him."

Just this sentence made the father and son look at each other like this.

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

When the rough, cracked and calloused hands left a black mimeogram on Miao Weiting's cheek, the child who stopped crying because of shock, desire and hope started crying louder.

"Is this, what's wrong?"

Miao Daqiang was a little panicked. He had been rough since he was a child and didn't know what delicate things were at all, but he was shocked by the most real tears in front of him, and his hands and feet were trembling and his eyes were panicked.

After all, it is father and son's nature and blood is connected.

When Miao Weiting was crying like a child who had obtained candy, Miao Daqiang gritted his teeth and hugged Miao Weiting's shoulder with his not-so-wide arms.
Chapter completed!