Chapter 87： : En Aixiu goes to the police station

Jiang Zhi's car stopped on the opposite side of the road, there was some way to go.

Zhou Xufang is very light, he walks slowly, but she is not very restful, lying on his back and moving all the time, calling his name all the time.

"Jianzhi."

"Ok."

"Jianzhi."

"Ok."

She tilted her head, shouted in his ear, tirelessly: "Jiang Zhi."

Jiang Zhi stopped: "Why keep calling me?"

She didn't speak, and rubbed her head against his neck. After a while, she muttered in a muffled voice: "I'll be gone in the future, will you miss me?"

Jiang Zhi was carrying her on his back, and happened to be under the street lamp. The shadow in the light was tightly tangled. He glanced at him and smiled to himself: "Where are you going?"

She didn't answer, but chased him and asked, "Will it?" She hugged his neck with two hands, and she kicked her legs, urging him to answer, "Will it?"

He squeezed her back firmly: "Yes."

Where else can she go?

He chased wherever he left.

Zhou Xufang was very happy when he heard it, shaking his legs and said, "Then I will swim back to see you."

She was drunk, talking softly, her breath was vomiting at the roots of Jiang Zhi'er, and the skin was hot red. Under the light, the corners of his eyes were a little red, his breathing was not very stable, and his body was panicked. .

"Why swim back?"

She said, "Because I'm in the water."

I'm really drunk and talk nonsense.

"Still uncomfortable?"

"Yeah." She was uncomfortable wearing the mask, so she tore it off, crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into Jiang Zhi's collar, then hugged his neck, buried her face in his clothes, hummingly Shouting uncomfortable.

The heart will be sharpened by her.

Jiang Zhi rubbed her head with her face: "Stop talking then, sleep for a while."

She sniffed her nose and made a little milky voice: "I'm not sleeping, I'll sing to you." She hugged his neck, dangling a pair of thin legs, tuned crookedly, and humming, "Year Lantern, February Harrier, go to the grave in March to see Jiao Jiao, in April, wear a hat in traffic and water, and in May there will be fleas under the sun..."

This nursery rhyme is an episode in Jiang Zhi’s upper movie.

She didn't sing a word in the tune, but she didn't know why. He was distressed after hearing it, and he didn't know what was distressed. He only felt that this **** his back seemed to suffer a lot.

He lost his soul for a while: "Fangbao."

"Ok."

She agreed.

No one has called her that before, and Jiang Zhi has never called anyone that.

He stopped, stood in the neon and asked her: "Do you like me?"

She didn't say anything, not sure if she was asleep or not.

Jiang Zhi turned his head, rubbed her face with his chin, chased her and asked, "Do you like it?"

She grumbled and said she liked it in a dream.

Then, Jiang Zhi made a comparison very frequently.

"Do you like me or the lamp in the porridge shop?"

Zhou Xufang fell asleep and took the last word: "The lamp..."

Jiang Zhi: "..."

He was ill just now, not counting.

He asked formally again: "Answer again, do you like the lamp in the congee shop or Eori?" The last two words were especially emphasized.

"Jianzhi..."

Jiang Zhi just smiled: "Really good." Then he coaxed her to sleep and hummed a few tunes she just sang in a good mood.

It was just that Zhou Xufang only slept for a short while, and before he reached the opposite road, he was startled by the light suddenly lit on the camphor tree on the street.

It was almost the winter solstice, and small strings of lights were hung on the branches of the street, flashing and flashing at night, and it was very lively.

Zhou Xufang was startled and dozed off by the light of the small string of lights, straightened his back mentally, and excitedly tugged Jiangzhi's sweater hat: "Jianzhi, look, the lights are on!"

She really likes lights, all kinds of shiny lights.

"Saw."

She was very happy, her eyes turned into two crescent moons, her chin rested on Jiang Zhi's head, rubbing his hair into a mess, and said cheerfully, "The lamp is beautiful, and the tree is beautiful."

On the ground, the shadow of Jiang Zhi's head was a bit exploded.

Fearing that she would fall off, he lifted his hands up a bit: "Get down, don't move."

She was very interested in those little strings of lights on the tree. She was still staring, pulling the hand of his hat and letting go, holding his face and asking, "Do you like it?"

Seeing her joy, Jiang Zhi was frustrated: "I like it."

"Then I'll steal it and give it to you."

After she finished speaking, she kicked her legs and jumped high.

Jiang Zhi: "..."

Is this girl a monkey?

Before he could see how she jumped down, she had already jumped to the bottom of the tree.

"There is electricity, don't you—"

It was too late. Before he could finish speaking, the ground shook twice, and the camphor tree was uprooted by her, and then, bang, bang, bang, bang—

All the small strings of lights in a whole street were short-circuited.

"Jianzhi, Jiangzhi!" The girl pulling the tree happily carried the nearly ten-meter-high tree, and ran to Jiangzhi vigorously, as if carrying a bag of cotton. She did not pant, and held the tree with one hand. He dropped his head and held it in front of Jiang Zhi, "For you."

Jiang Zhi was stunned.

"Who?!"

"Who destroyed public property there?"

The traffic police took an electric baton and chased him from the opposite sentry box.

Jiang Zhi: "..."

He was stunned for five seconds, and reacted quickly: "Guy Bao, throw the tree away."

Zhou Xufang was dumbfounded for a few seconds, and threw the tree obediently, Duang made a heavy noise.

Jiang Zhi took out the mask, put it on her quickly, and dusted off the soil on her body, and kicked the tree away.

However, his foot remained motionless.

At this time, the traffic policeman had chased him. He was about forty or fifty years old, short and squat. He ran for a short distance, panting for a long time. He raised an electric baton and asked fiercely: "Is the two of you destroying public property?" "

Jiang Zhi hid Zhou Xufang behind him, and denied without changing his face, "No."

Don't admit it yet?

He clearly saw it on the opposite side!

The traffic police eldest brother directly called the nearby patrol: "Officer Liu, here are two drunks vandalizing public property."

Fake drunk Jiangzhi: "..."

Real drunk Zhou Xufang: "..."

Fifteen minutes later, the patrolling police took the two to the police station.

Officer Zhao on duty yawned: "Name."

The man on the opposite side looks good, well-dressed, not like a criminal. He looks like a nobleman, but is dyed with blue hair. He is probably a tasteful young man in society.

‘Young Social Youth’ replied: "Jiang Zhi."

A familiar name.

Officer Zhao looked at it again. Well, this overly handsome face is also a bit familiar, and I can't remember where I have seen it. Officer Zhao continued to make transcripts and glanced at the young girl sleeping in the arms of the ‘Young Social Youth’: “And her, name.”

"My girlfriend drank too much and couldn't make transcripts." The person in his arms moved, Jiang Zhi soothed softly, "Good night, sleep for a while."

sleep?

Where is the police station!

Officer Zhao raised his voice, showing absolute aura: "ID number."

Jiang Zhi reported a series of numbers.

Officer Zhao checked his identity information and began to interrogate: "Why destroy public property?"

Jiang Zhi took off her coat, put it on Zhou Xufang, and pulled her mask again to cover the person tightly, without lifting it from the beginning to the end: "We did not destroy the public property."

Check it out!

This young man in society despised the police officer!

Officer Zhao dropped the surveillance directly, aggressively: "The cameras are all captured, do you want to quibble?"

The opposite'blue-haired social youth' just raised his head and brushed the hair on his forehead at random. The matte blue of the matte surface made his complexion white, and his seven-point nobleness was full of laziness and sultry peach blossoms. There was an untamable wildness in his eyes.

"How heavy is that tree?"

Officer Zhao was dumbfounded, and was asked: "Uh...two hundred jin?"

"Do you think," the voice made a noise to the person in his arms, he coaxed a few words in a low voice before continuing, "How much effort will it take to uproot that tree?"