Chapter 333 The corpse is buried, Xiaole fights

  At the same time, on the west bank of Ningjiang River.

   "Team Sun, salvage group 1 is back, but... haven't found it for the time being." The voice of the last four words dropped significantly.

  Sun Hao squatted on a rock, lit a cigarette in his hand, his eyes showed a bit of fatigue, "What about the 2 and 3 groups?"

   "No news has come back yet."

   "Yeah. 1 group of substitutions, keep looking."

   In a quarter of an hour.

   "Team Sun! Yes, yes—"

  Sun Hao stood up abruptly, stepped down the rock in two steps, "You bastard, speak clearly! What's wrong?"

   "It has been found! Group 3 found a male corpse swollen by the river near the downstream, and has notified the forensic doctor to come over."

   "Go! Go and see."

  …

   Three days later, the autopsy report was delivered to Sun Hao's desk.

  DNA comparison results show that it is indeed Song Rin!

  Sun Hao: "What about the boatman's share?"

   "The Appraisal Department said that it will not come out until noon tomorrow."

Sun Hao gathered the spread documents, put them into a cowhide file bag, and then sealed them carefully, "When the boatman's copy comes out, the case can basically be closed. You can take this report in a while and tell Yang the details of the case." Bureau, be smart and try to get him to sign it, so we can notify the family members to collect the body."

   "Sun team, you are so anxious, is it... the freezer in the forensic department is full again?"

  An innocuous joke, but after listening to Sun Hao, his expression not only did not ease, but also tended to turn black.

   "Uh! You won't let me say it right?" The little policeman let out a thud and swallowed.

Sun Hao said in a deep voice: "Last night, a vicious murder occurred in the city center. All seven members of the family died after rescue efforts failed. The police from the first team will temporarily store the body of the victim in the hospital morgue for three days at the latest. After the process is completed, It will be sent to the forensics department, so..."

  The little policeman had a solemn expression: "I'll report the case to Bureau Yang immediately!"

  The next evening, the Municipal Public Security Bureau called Song's family to collect the body.

  Song Yuanshan had a cerebral hemorrhage the night Song Rin ran away and was admitted to the hospital.

  Fang Ya didn't take off her qin clothes and took good care of them.

   Therefore, only Song Qian came to the police station in the end.

   "Are you a family member of the deceased?"

"Um."

"what relationship?"

"…brother."

   "ID card and household registration book."

   Song Qian handed it over.

   "Okay, please sign here."

   After going through all the procedures, Song Qian went to the morgue.

As soon as the freezer was opened, the chill hit his face. Song Qian turned his head away. Although the several incisions on the corpse had been stitched up, there were a few centipede-like traces on the pale body, which made people dare not look straight at.

  Perhaps due to guilt, or intolerance, or guilt, Song Qian found that he couldn't look directly at the other party, even though the other party had no vital signs and turned into a cold corpse.

  Staff: "If necessary, you can call the crematorium, and they will send someone to take care of the delivery."

   "Thanks, I've called."

   A quarter of an hour later, the car of the crematorium stopped at the back door of the forensics department, and two men came in to carry Song Rin away.

   After Song Qian got the urn, he went directly to the cemetery he had bought earlier. There were special Taoist priests to provide burial services.

   It looked quite lively, but who knew that Song Gan was the only one who really mourned.

   After reading and singing, several Taoist priests left the stage.

  Leaving a mess, it was quickly cleaned up by the cleaning lady of the garden.

  Song Qian went to the flower shop next to the entrance of the cemetery to buy a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, and leaned over to put it in front of the tomb, "I know, you don't necessarily want to see me."

   What responded to him was only a gust of breeze.

   "Dad...Although he didn't say anything and showed indifference on his face, I know that he is not feeling well, otherwise, he wouldn't have a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and go to the hospital."

  Song Qian simply squatted in front of the tomb, raised his hand to wipe off the dust on the sacrificial altar, took a glass of two glasses of wine next to it, and poured it on it.

"So, Dad can't come to see you for the time being, wait for a while..." At this point, Song Qian paused for a moment, and looked into the distance, "I guess, you don't want to see him either? Or, you don't want to see anyone A Song family."

   He talked a lot until the sun went down.

   "...Ah Rin, don't blame me. Anyway, she is my biological mother, and I will not allow anyone to threaten her life. So, sorry."

   Song Qian left the gate of the cemetery, and the secretary was already waiting by the roadside.

   "President Song."

   "Let's go, pick up Lele from school."

  …

Wei Xiaole has gradually gotten used to it not being his mother who picks him up and goes to school. Although that man can't make delicious sweet wheat cakes, and can't help him match nice clothes, it seems that he always stands in the middle of the first row and waits. For the sake of picking him up from school, Wei Xiaole decided not to hate him so much.

   "Lele, didn't your father come to pick you up yesterday?" It was a little fat man who spoke, his best friend in class.

   "Well. He said that the company has something to do, so he can't come."

   "Wow! Your father still has a company? That's amazing!"

  Seeing the envious look of the chubby boy, Wei Xiaole suddenly felt very happy.

  Although some children used to envy him for having a beautiful mother who can make dim sum, the feeling is obviously different from now.

   As for what is different, he scratched his head, ennnnnnn... can't think of it for the time being.

   "Lele, is your family rich?"

   "This... I don't know either."

   "Huh! Wei Xiaole, are you bragging?" The person who interjected was Mao Cheng, who was half a head taller than Wei Xiaole, with a much stronger body and dark skin, like a small piece of coal.

   "I'm not bragging!"

   "You're just bragging! Bragging! Slightly—"

  The little chubby dun'er was scared to the side and didn't dare to make a sound. Even though he was strong and big, he was puffy. In addition to his timidity, his combat effectiveness was almost zero.

   "My dad runs the company!" Wei Xiaole didn't dodge or dodge, just stood there in a daze and stared at Xiao Heitan.

   "I don't believe it! My mother said, you don't have a biological father at all, and the person who came to pick you up is a stepdad! He won't like you at all! Maybe he will abuse you... ah!"

Before Xiao Heitan finished speaking, Wei Xiaole, like an enraged little lion, swished over and knocked Mao Cheng, who was two sizes bigger than himself, to the ground, and then rode on him, hitting him with his fist Be merciless.

   "Let you talk nonsense! I will let you talk nonsense!"

   "Wei Xiaole, you bully me! I...I want to tell the teacher!"

  Little Fat Duner scratched his ears anxiously beside him: "Stop beating, stop beating!"

  …

  Song Qian sat in the car and closed his eyes to rest his mind. Suddenly, the phone rang.

   is an unfamiliar number.

"Hello."

   "Excuse me, is this Xiaole's father?"

  Song Qiang had a meal, Xu Shi had just woke up and his brain hadn't reacted yet, subconsciously forgot that he had a son, but fortunately he came back to his senses quickly, "I am, may I ask you?"

   "I am the teacher of Xingxing Kindergarten and Xiaole's head teacher."

"Hello."

   "Xiao Le had some conflicts with her classmates. Could you please come to the office after school? I have already notified the parent of another child."

   "Conflict?" The man frowned, "What conflict?"

   "He hit his classmate."

   "Okay, I'll be there on time."

  The secretary on the co-pilot seat saw that Song Qian had ended the call, and asked cautiously, "Is something wrong with the young master?"

  Song Qian felt depressed, and turned to look out of the window: "You brat beat up your classmate."

   "The teacher called to invite the parents?"

   "Yes. By the way, Tian Hui," Song Qian looked at her suddenly, "Your son is also in kindergarten, does he usually fight with his classmates?"

   "Not this one."

   "..." Sure enough, someone else's son is a treasure, but my own is a bear!

The secretary rolled his eyes. As a veteran in the workplace, of course he couldn't hurt his boss's face so much, so he added: "The guy in my family has to weigh up if he wants to fight. He, the one with thin arms and legs, can only Being bullied."

  Song Qian's mood suddenly improved a lot.

   That's right, if you don't fight, are you still looking forward to being bullied?

  The secretary glanced into the mirror, and evoked an old godly smile.

  In this world, there is no father who likes others to speak ill of his son. Even if there is a fight, it must be an act of bravery.

   It seems that she has found another entry point to flatter her.

  When Song Qian arrived, the other child’s parents were already sitting in the office with two glasses of water in front of them. The teacher was talking and waiting, and couldn’t help being stunned when Song Qian came in.

  Handsome guy, and a handsome guy in a suit and leather shoes, it is human nature to be amazing.

   No wonder Wei Xiaole looks so good-looking, not only from her beautiful mother, but also from her tall and handsome father.

   "Hello." The teacher stood up and welcomed him in.

  Not far away, Wei Xiaole stood with his back straight, not crying, not even his eyes were red, like a tall and straight poplar.

   Seeing Song Qian looking at him, he called out, "Dad."

   There is no grievance, no other small emotions, not much different from when I usually call him.

  Teacher: "Since the parents of both parties have arrived, let's sit down and have a good talk and explain the misunderstanding clearly. After all, we are in the same class..."

   "Misunderstanding? Obviously my son was beaten with a black nose and a swollen face. He is a complete victim. Teacher, you just want to take it lightly when you say 'misunderstanding'. Is it inappropriate?"

Mao Cheng's mother stood up from the chair in a jerk, like an irritated lioness: "Our family Cheng Cheng is still dressing the wound in the infirmary, and the one who is at fault can't try to shirk responsibility!" She said, looking at Song Qian twice. , the pointing meaning is very obvious.

   "Mother Cheng Cheng, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that." A look of embarrassment flashed across the young teacher's face, but he was still calm.

   "Anyway, my son was injured, and it was Wei Xiaole who beat him up. His parents happened to be there too. What do you think should I do?" After beating the teacher, he turned to question Song Qian.

   "Parent, please be calm. Before solving the problem, I have to figure out what happened, right?" After speaking, he waved to Wei Xiaole, "Come here, come to Dad."

   "Oh." Wei Xiaole walked over.

  Song Qian knelt down and looked at the young boy at the same level, "Can you tell me what happened in front of everyone?"

"Can."

  Next, Wei Xiaole narrated the process clearly, including the conversation between him and Mao Cheng, almost all of which he remembered, especially the sentence—

  My mother said, you don’t have a biological father at all, and the person who came to pick you up is a stepdad! I don't like you at all! Maybe even more abuse...

   Repeat verbatim.

  The atmosphere is a bit awkward.

   Mao Cheng's mother's eyes flashed, her expression was embarrassed, and her momentum was obviously weakened. She said in a low voice: "...Even if Cheng Cheng's speech is not good, but your child can't do it just by saying it!"

   "I'm sorry," Song Qian bowed his head, "Xiaole was wrong for beating someone, so I will bear all the medical expenses and give out 5,000 yuan as compensation."

  Although Mao Cheng’s mother felt that 5,000 yuan was a bit small, but her son’s mouth was first, and she was on the wrong side, so it was not easy to add more.

   What's more, if she speaks loudly in front of the teacher, she is afraid that she will be regarded as a black-hearted mother who uses her son to make money, and she will also gain a reputation of being unreasonable. When it is publicized, what will other parents think?

   Too shameless!

   "Okay. For the sake of your sincerity, I..."

  Song Qian: "I have already apologized and admitted the compensation, so is it your turn to apologize now?"

  The woman was stunned: "Us? Apologize?!"

   "Yes." The tone couldn't be more gentle, but there was a hint of strength.

   "What are you kidding?" The woman turned black instantly, and stared at Song Qian as if she was insane.

   "My son hit your son, so I apologize; similarly, your son said those uneducated words to my son, you mother, shouldn't you also apologize?"

   "You!" The woman blushed with anger.

Song Qianzhengse: "As parents, in a sense, we are the direction mark for our children, a role model we can refer to. If we know our mistakes, we will correct them. It is not shameful. The terrible thing is that we will not correct our mistakes without knowing them. In the future, our children will learn from them." , do you want to see this kind of result?"

  The woman hesitated.

  Finally, "...I'm sorry, I will discipline him properly."

  Song Qian nodded, took a stack of money from his wallet and handed it to the woman, "Buy some nutritional supplements for the children."

  The woman sighed and said seriously: "You are a good father."

  Song Qian smiled and waved his hands, "Teacher, if there is nothing else, I will take Xiaole away first."

   "...Okay, you go slowly." In the past, she always thought that a man like the domineering president in the novel was the most attractive, but now she found that a gentle and reasonable man is more deadly.

  Outside the school gate.

  Wei Xiaole couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere between the two, so he broke away from Song Qian's big palm: "Why didn't you talk to me?"

   "Then why didn't you talk to me?" The man suddenly felt amused, this little thing looked cute when it exploded.

  Wei Xiaole: "Then I just said something!"

   "I'm talking now too."

   "..."

  Tian Hui saw the father and son, and hurriedly asked the driver to drive the car over.

  Song Qian took Wei Xiaole to the back seat.

  The little guy pursed his lips and muttered: "When my mother came to pick me up in the car, she would let me sit in the safety seat."

  Song Qian couldn't help laughing. This car picked up the little guy for a few days, and never mentioned the safety seat. Today, he suddenly mentioned it, probably because he wanted to find a sense of presence in front of him.

  It seems that Wei Xiao is not as confident as he appears on the surface!

  Song Qian held back his smile, put on a serious look and told Tian Hui: "Remember to buy a safety seat for the back seat tomorrow."

"OK."

  Wei Xiaole: "..."

   It was very quiet inside the car, and this silence lasted until the entrance of the villa, and the father and son got out of the car.

  Tian Hui lowered the car window, "Goodbye Mr. Song, goodbye Xiaole."

   After finishing speaking, he asked the driver to drive the car away.

  She still has a dinner party to attend.

  Song Qian lowered his head and glanced at the little guy. From being sullen at the beginning to now dejected, he felt uncomfortable all the way.

   "It's still a while before dinner, would you like to take a walk in the garden with me?"

  Wei Xiaole raised his head suddenly, his black pupils suddenly focused, "Go!"

   "Then put the schoolbag on the bench first."

  The little boy ran over, put his schoolbag, and ran back to Song Qian.

"alright."

   "Then let's go."

  The father and son walked along the cobblestone path.

  Song Qian: "Do you know why I didn't want to talk to you just now?"

   "You blame me for fighting with my classmates."

  Song Qian shook his head, "I want to give you time to reflect."

   "What is introspection?"

   "Reflection is to think about where you went wrong and why you made a mistake."

  The little boy didn't quite understand what he heard, but he still said "oh" obediently.

  Song Qian: "Then tell me, where is the mistake? Why did you make the mistake?"

   "The mistake was in the fight. The teacher found out and invited the parents. I made the mistake because I wasn't smart enough to slip away in time."

   Song Qian: "..."

  The little boy blinked, "Dad, you were so majestic in the office just now!" As he said, he shook his hand excitedly.

   "Prestige?" Song Rin raised her eyebrows, and her tone changed a few times.

   "Yes! Mao Cheng said that his mother is very fierce at home, not only beat him, but also made his father kneel on the washboard, but you actually made her apologize! Prove that you are stronger than Mao Cheng's mother!"

  (end of this chapter)