"Officer Song, what, are you here again?"
Tang Qian was sitting at the door, washing vegetables for his aunt, and raised his head again when he heard the voice of someone coming.
There was still some sweat on his forehead under the last rays of the afternoon sun, and he looked a little helpless.
After all, why did this police officer, who didn't look very smart, persist in pursuing him?
It was not that he was not mentally prepared to be questioned for a long time, but Tang Qian felt that this police officer was too inconsistent with expectations.
The method of questioning is also too simple.
Not very similar to the one he met a long time ago.
That woman took over almost everything he knew about the police.
He didn't have much respect for the police officer, perhaps because of some unfinished business, some unfulfilled promises.
He was not convinced by this, and at the same time, he instinctively hated...those guys for this reason.
Even though I knew that if I told everything, I might get better protection, I still didn't dare to believe it, and I couldn't believe it.
This is a principle he has always adhered to.
Just for some very simple reasons.
Can't be trusted, no matter how trustworthy a person seems to be.
After that incident, he remembered it forever.
Song Qiaoyu walked to Tang Qian's side, moved a chair, and sat down.
He looked serious, as if he had made a definite plan and was very determined.
Even Tang Qian couldn't help but be stunned when she looked up and saw his expression.
Although they had only met a few times, Tang Qian could detect the state of Officer Song with this simple understanding...
Something is wrong.
There's something wrong with this Officer Song.
Something seems to be brewing.
Tang Qian watched helplessly as Song Qiaoyu took a deep breath, seeming to strengthen her still shaky determination.
"I heard that you went to an Internet cafe a while ago? Minors...can't go to Internet cafes." Song Qiaoyu suppressed her inner confusion and spoke according to the general content of the lines given by Lu Yao, "Should you explain?"
This kind of gentle session like a teacher's heart-to-heart talk is indeed completely different from Song Qiaoyu. Even this expression on his face didn't look like a normal expression, it looked like he had accidentally taken the wrong medicine.
Tang Qian was even more confused than before.
But Song Qiaoyu, who brought him this confusion, seemed to be even more confused than him. He started to feel dazed as soon as he memorized the words. He could hardly help but look at the person he was asking for help.
He pressed his temples irritably and clicked his tongue.
Tang Qian also noticed something. Looking at Song Qiaoyu's stiff eyes, he raised his hands soaked in water to wash vegetables, pointed at himself, and then pointed at the other party slightly...
"You mean, you want me to answer like this?" He answered carefully.
Song Qiaoyu nodded along with the words.
He can still barely maintain his immovable image, and even his confused look only lasted for a short moment, which is simply a miracle.
Tang Qian simply put down the cabbage leaf in his hand and sighed.
Unexpectedly, after not seeing each other for just half an hour, Officer Song actually hatched a new trick.
...Although the posture used is really unusual.
Tang Qianxun was thinking about what he should make up this time, but since he had already typed half of the draft earlier, he just used some new ideas based on the situation.
"I went to take a look and gain some insights, so I walked around." Tang Qian replied casually, "You mean one day after school, right? I was bored, so I just walked around."
Even if it is exposed...it doesn't actually matter.
He is indeed confident.
"The rules are that no entry is allowed." Song Qiaoyu finally felt that he had the upper hand and raised his eyebrows, "Boy, do you know what the concept of 'enter' is?"
"Isn't it okay to borrow a toilet?" Tang Qian's reply was even more casual, "You can't force this. People have three urgent needs."
Seeing that the topic was gradually going astray, Song Qiaoyu could only try to save some of it.
He racked his brains, trying to use what little life experience he had.
"How about I tell your aunt about this and let her talk to you?"
Song Qiaoyu finally used this dirty trick to sue her parents.
After finishing speaking, he smacked his lips, feeling a rare emotion and even having some subtle thoughts.
This was probably a part of the so-called "childhood" that he rarely experienced in the life of an ordinary child.
Tang Qian didn't seem to care and glanced at him.
"My aunt won't do anything to me. This road won't work."
"Really?" Song Qiaoyu was a little surprised.
Tang Qian moved his eyelids and spoke as casually as gossip.
"My situation is actually quite special and may not be easy to understand."
As he spoke, he put the last washed vegetable leaves in the basket aside for draining the water.
"Auntie, the dishes are washed!" He shouted loudly.
As always, he looked like the obedient seventeen-year-old boy who washed the vegetables seriously, but this time he didn't have any special intention to deal with it perfunctorily.
There was a response from the kitchen.
"Do you think you are not valued by your aunt?" Song Qiaoyu made some guesses based on her rare knowledge of education.
"No, because I have good grades."
Tang Qian spoke in a straightforward manner, then lowered his head and raised his hand to pour the dirty water for washing vegetables into the ditch. The flow rate was controlled just right, and he was careful to prevent splashing water droplets from jumping too high.
"There should always be some small privileges." He added.
This kid really deserves a beating.
Song Qiaoyu found that all his previous life experiences seemed to be of little use to this child.
It's not even possible to tell whether the conclusion is that he is an anomaly or that this child is.
Or maybe both.
"Even if your grades are good, it doesn't mean you won't get scolded." Song Qiaoyu shrugged and watched Tang Qian shake the drained vegetables in the basket to get rid of the last water.
This is really not like the life that a child on the verge of life and death should have, it seems too ordinary.
"At least very few. I won't waste a lot of time on unavoidable physiological problems. Isn't this bad?"
He actually thought that this reason was quite good, so he continued the statement by the way, even his expression was as calm as ever.
To be honest, in this aspect alone, Tang Qian is indeed a bit unusual.
"It's been more than an hour, and you can really pull it off. At worst, I'll call your aunt to help you solve your gastrointestinal problem. There must be a reason for this, right?"
"Then Auntie might want to know why a new college student who came to rent an apartment knew that I stayed in an Internet cafe a few days ago, and even knew the time clearly."
As Tang Qian spoke, he rinsed his hands with water from the faucet, shook them, and wiped the water stains off his pants.
At this time, he was not particular about it.
To be honest, ever since Song Qiaoyu knew that this kid named Tang might have known his own mother when he was a child, he had an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.
Song Jing didn't tell him too much. Their relationship was not an ordinary mother-son relationship.
How would a mother who has a bad relationship with her own children behave towards other people's children?
Not being as good as his mother, who was excellent at everything, had always been his biggest source of frustration. Even after retiring and changing careers to become a criminal police officer, in addition to some objective reasons, his determination was also due to his confidence in his own genes.
I thought I could be like that person.
But the facts that have been shown so far seem to indicate that this is not the case.
In the eyes of this child, what would that reliable woman who takes care of everything look like?
He was curious.
