This year, the temperature dropped particularly early.

Just after the beginning of winter, in front of Songting Detention Center in the northern suburbs of Xinhai City, the leaves of the sycamore trees on both sides of the road were completely gone, and yellow leaves were accumulated on the streets.

The thin boy standing on the bus stop had a slightly pale face and beautiful eyes. At this time, he looked up through the sparse branches and looked at the hazy sky. The lead-colored clouds were very low, as if pressing on his head.

As soon as the boy came out of the detention center, he wore a jacket and a yellow backpack with toiletries. He also changed his clothes, but they were all thin summer and autumn clothes.

He didn't want to take another coat from his backpack and put it on his body. He shivered and fought against the cold wind. He was completely a stubborn boy.

Today seems to be a good time, and there are very few people released from the detention center.

The newly painted bus stop sign stands alone on the roadside.

An old-fashioned sedan parked opposite him, across the asphalt road from the boy, as if there were two completely unrelated existences.

From the perspective of a boy, you can't see the logo of an old-fashioned sedan. The lines of the body are tough and look full of age, but the slender body also shows that it had an extraordinary and prominent position in the era when it left the factory.

The old-fashioned sedan was covered with dust at this time, and the side body was even covered with gray marks of mud drying. No one had taken care of it for a long time.

If it weren't for the opening of a crack in the car window and wisps of smoke would have floated out from time to time, the car would be like a down-and-out old nobleman, curled up in the streets alone without anyone to care.

It took me a long time to say that there was no bus passing by, and there was no other bus passing by. It really made me feel lonely and cold.

Maybe it was because he was silent for too long, or maybe the person sitting in an old-fashioned car had lost patience first, and the passenger door opened a crack, but at this time a police car drove from a distance, and the door was then closed by the people in the car.

The boy was standing on the curb when he saw the police car coming. When he thought of a group of police officers breaking in and pressing him to the concrete floor, he subconsciously took a step back.

The police car did not turn directly into the detention center and stopped in front of the teenager.

The car window slowly descended, revealing the face of a thin and resolute middle-aged man, wearing a police uniform; the boy turned his head and looked at the station sign, and his disdain for the middle-aged police was even more serious than the car across the asphalt road.

"When the bus No. 19 entered the station in Kanjiawan, it was scratched by a small car. The next bus would take half an hour to come - if you don't want to follow me and enter the detention center, just wait here for a few minutes. I'll let Xiao Liu drive you back. You can wear this jacket first, see if you're frozen..." said the middle-aged policeman, taking a coat from the car and handing it out.

The boy ignored him, and he had no intention of coming over to pick up his coat. He just put his hands in his pocket to shrink his body slightly, feeling a little better.

"Do you feel bad?" asked the middle-aged policeman.

"Catch you in, lock you up for four months, and then say you are innocent. Are you feeling good?" The boy bit his blood-colored lips and asked, "You shouldn't ask me if it's uncomfortable, but if it's fair!"

"..." After a while, the middle-aged policeman sighed, took back his coat, lit a cigarette, and said, "Your matter was not that complicated, but when it comes to your father's case, the prosecutor still asked for additional investigation twice. This was the delay until now to draw a conclusion. I know you are angry, but you will know one day that it is better to have rules than not."

The boy's expression was a moment of hideousness, but then he turned around and looked elsewhere.

He was unable to calm down after all, but his four-month detention center career also told him not to argue or fight against anything.

"By the way, did you ask to see your dad when you came out? You should know that your dad is also detained in this detention center for trial?" The middle-aged policeman asked again. After waiting for a while, he saw the boy looking down at the ground and never looked at him again. He started to nag himself, "It seems that he has not met - your dad will be tried in a few days, and he will probably be sentenced to a heavier sentence. I came here a few days ago and talked to him. He regretted impulse crime. He not only involved you, but also Lian Jiaying, but also

Even if you have your grandmother, he couldn't take care of you. When he thought of you, he wouldn't go to see him, so he asked me to tell you: It's nothing important to delay the college entrance examination once, just take it as a repeat of the year. Cheng Xi, my family, still thinks that you will continue to apply for New University next year, so that she can be your senior sister. Your father also asked me to give you and Jiaying a monthly living expenses. This was considered to be his loan from me, and he told you brothers and sisters not to worry about these things, nor to look for that woman; you can collect this bank card first, and I will send money in regularly every month..."

The middle-aged policeman talked for a long time. The boy was bored. He glanced at the bank card he reached for, and turned around and walked eastward.

Since the No. 19 bus stopped near Kanjiawan Station due to a scratch accident, the boy decided to take three or four stops more and take another bus to Qinghong Road to take another bus home.

He couldn't wait to get the distance from the detention center behind him, the better...

"Who are there any characters coming out from it today? There are more Hao Ye from Xinhai now, but there are not many people in the city who were able to drive this old-fashioned Maybach more than ten years ago?"

The driver was a young policeman. He had long noticed the old-fashioned car across the asphalt road, and then he had the opportunity to ask with emotion.

The middle-aged policeman seemed to think of something, frowned even more, and glanced at the figure of the boy in the rearview mirror.

It seemed that I realized that the people in the police car were paying attention. At this time, the Maybach started, and ran contrary to the boy, driving far away from the asphalt road, as if I was parked in front of the detention center, but suddenly something was delayed for a while...
Chapter completed!