Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Tang Yisheng hit someone, and he was also hit.

The key point is that Tang Yisheng didn't actively provoke the trouble.

The other party caused him trouble, and Tang Yisheng responded passively. Although the outcome was good, he was injured and suffered pain.

Even though he has the soul of a 42-year-old, he is being assimilated by the body of an 18-year-old.

They crave unconditional support from their families and hope to shed the adult habit of calculating gains and losses.

Even if it's just once.

However, as time went by, things developed in a direction that Tang Yisheng did not like.

When I first arrived at the police station.

Tang Yisheng, Fatty, Zhang Kai, and others all gave statements.

Tang Yisheng, having worked in the legal field, knew that interrogation records needed to be filed, and each page required the interrogated person to verify the content and sign and affix their fingerprint.

But even now...

Tang Yisheng waited and waited, but he never received a notification to ask him and Fatty to go and sign the necessary documents.

It seems that if we can resolve a major issue by turning it into a minor one, then we should just drive the nail into the board.

Perhaps it's already been nailed down; all that's left is the cleanup and the polite, unpretentious small talk between adults.

In reality, Song Zhiming may have his opinion on how this matter should unfold, but the one who ultimately holds the initiative is undoubtedly his biological mother, Yang Jinjuan.

Therefore, regardless of whether he ultimately felt satisfied or not, Tang Yisheng did not blame Song Zhiming.

It's already a great honor that Song Zhiming came in person.

Although Tang Yisheng had anticipated this.

After all, Yang Jinjuan, the biological mother, is shrewd in small matters but guilty in big ones. If her son "commits a crime" and is notified by the police station, she will most likely go to Song Zhiming.

Song Zhiming will definitely accompany his biological mother.

Since Song Zhiming had already stepped forward, and neither he nor Fatty had signed or fingerprinted their statements, the implications were self-evident.

There's nothing wrong with the case-handling procedure; after all, as the child's guardian, the parents can certainly make this decision for the child.

Children who have been wronged will feel particularly disappointed if they do not receive unconditional support from their parents.

Tang Yisheng was no exception to the trend.

The fat man hadn't thought of this, but Tang Yisheng had thought of it a step further.

Adult manners;

The dignity of those in positions of power;

And Yang Jinjuan's understanding and consideration for her husband.

Although there was nothing wrong with him, Tang Yisheng just couldn't be happy.

He is Yang Jinjuan's biological son, and his surname is Tang, not Song.

Often, knowing too much can be a burden.

It's not as comfortable as the fat guy who's "lucky in his foolishness".

"Xiaomin, let's go."

Uncle Wang Min has a square face and a faint scar on his eyebrow. He looks more refined than rigid and serious.

"You should go back too. The parents are handling things inside."

"Thank you, Uncle Wang. We'll be going now."

The fat man stood there blankly, while Tang Yisheng, more assertive, smiled and responded, then pulled the fat man out of the courtyard.

Tang Yisheng was too lazy to inquire about the specific results anymore.

See you at school on Monday.

Wang Min waved goodbye.

"Oh, see you at school."

The fat man's nervousness was obvious to the naked eye. Tang Yisheng simply didn't turn around, raised his hand and waved it casually a couple of times, almost causing the fat man to stumble.

"Old Tang, what's the rush? You almost made me fall."

"Hurry up and leave, what, you're reluctant to leave the police station?"

"Hey, it's none of our business anymore, what's there to be afraid of? Besides, we're the victims, so even if we're afraid, it should be those people who are afraid."

The two walked out of the courtyard and strolled towards the Lishan Theater.

The bicycle is still locked in the shed by the theater wall.

Glug glug, glug glug.

The fat man behind me made a drumming sound from his belly.

"Old Tang, are you hungry?"

"It's alright. I'll go for a bike ride first, then we'll think about food."

"I think we should eat out. How about Furong Street?"

"What's wrong?"

"I was afraid my dad wouldn't let me eat when he got home. You saw how fiercely he yelled at me just now. If your mom hadn't come over, I might have gotten a beating."

"It's not that bad. Your dad was quite restrained at the police station."

Tang Yisheng was absolutely right.

Uncle Wang Lingqiang, who slaughters pigs like it's nothing, when has he ever just talked the talk without walking the walk?

"But you're right, once Uncle Wang goes home, you're definitely in for a rough time."

Fatty: ...

My mood, which had just started to improve, was dampened again.

At that moment, the silence was deafening.

Actually, arguing wasn't what Tang Yisheng wanted, but he had no choice but to admit he was unhappy.

Tang Yisheng could only take the opportunity to vent his frustrations a little.

After all, Tang Yisheng had no right to be angry with either Yang Jinjuan or Song Zhiming.

There is no reason for it.

To be fair, Song Zhiming truly loved Yang Jinjuan, Tang Yisheng's biological mother.

Although they were in a blended family, Tang Yisheng knew they would grow old together.

That's normal.

Although Yang Jinjuan was a divorcee, after marrying Song Zhiming, she undoubtedly became the most beautiful woman in the courtyard at No. 7 Gongyuanqianggen Street.

Although Song Zhiming's future was not exactly bright and his career was not exactly smooth sailing, he also did not encounter any major setbacks. To a certain extent, he did fulfill the responsibility of being the pillar of the family, which gave him a certain social status and a network of interpersonal relationships.

In Tang Yisheng's memory, the couple was a mix of work and social engagements where one of them worked tirelessly and neglected sleep and meals, and the other who balanced business with family responsibilities.

After Song Zhiming retired, Yang Jinjuan completely gave up the idea of ​​pursuing a career in the business world.

On the eve of Tang Yisheng's rebirth, he also heard some stories about them. The old couple was a model couple that everyone in the Provincial People's Congress family compound would mention when talking about marriage.

From beginning to end, their union could be described as a perfect match: male dominance and female beauty.

However, all that glamour and envy is directed at their world.

In that world, there was no son, Tang Yisheng, only a pair of successful twin daughters.

Tang Yisheng was someone who had a stepfather and a stepmother.

The Song sisters, Song Junying and Song Junying, successfully won over their stepmother because of their biological father.

Tang Yisheng was lucky enough to have a second chance. Before he could even consider how to face these elders whose relationship with him was ambiguous, he was once again provoked without any preparation.

Why bother?

Tang Yisheng shook his head with a wry smile.

Back at the Lishan Theater, the singing competition had long since ended.

On the open ground below the steps at the entrance, splattered bloodstains were still faintly visible in the sunlight.

It's unclear whether Song Junying is aware that he has had a conflict with someone.

Does Zhang Lei know? And what will she think?

What pulled Tang Yisheng out of the sorrow of disappointment in his family was not the fine wine of Du Kang, but a beautiful woman.

Well, if we disregard her character and only talk about her looks, Jiang Ruoxi is definitely qualified.

Get on the bike.

The fat man couldn't take it anymore.

He first squeezed his pocket, then looked at Tang Yisheng.

"Old Tang, wanna get some shaved ice?"

"I have no money."

Tang Yisheng had just mentioned Jiang Ruoxi when the fat man interrupted him.

Is this thing a roundworm in its stomach?

The timing was so precise?

"Oh, right, when can you get your money back?"

The fat man was oblivious and didn't notice anything amiss.

"They're already in the police station's hands, and the parents have gone there too. Do you think they can be returned to us?"

"Huh? Then, what should we do?"

"Cold salad!"