The next day, Song Anmin opened his eyes amidst a commotion.
When he opened his eyes, the Song family members were standing in the room.
My parents, grandparents, aunt, Song Rongrong, Qian Yu'an, and my fifth uncle were all there.
Song Anmin was startled and almost fell off the bed. "Oh my god, a joint trial by three judicial departments!"
Xu Guiying slapped Song Jianmin on the shoulder.
Song Anmin grimaced and cried out, "Mom, it hurts!"
Xu Guiying's expression changed slightly, and she withdrew her hand. "What exactly happened last night?"
Song Anmin's eyes widened. "No? How did you know?"
Grandpa Song's face darkened. "What business is it of ours how we know? Just tell us!"
Song Xinfu: "You brat, you didn't even come in to let us know you were home last night!"
Song Anmin scratched the back of his head, coughed lightly, and recounted the events of last night in detail.
Anyway, that's pretty much how things are.
Xu Guiying's face darkened slightly as she warned Song Anmin to be careful in everything he did, "If you can't beat them, run away. Don't be reckless. Let me tell you! If you get hurt, no one will take care of you!"
Song Anmin's eyes widened. "Mom, I'm fine! I promise, it won't happen again!"
Xu Guiying glared at him. "When you go out later, go to the clinic to get it checked again and put some medicine on your face. When you get to school, your teachers and classmates will think you're some kind of thug with all these injuries!"
"Did you hear me?!"
"I heard you."
"Speak louder!"
"I heard you!"
Next, it was Grandma Song's turn to scold him.
As soon as Mo Hong got back last night, he told Song Yun about it. Song Yun went to the Song family early this morning, and the whole family came to Xu Songyuan's place.
Today, everyone should either go to work or go to school.
Song Anmin had class at 10:00 AM, but he dawdled to the clinic at 8:30 AM. The clinic doctor rubbed his face with medicinal wine, and the soreness and swelling on his face did indeed get better.
Only then did he leisurely pick up his bag and head to class.
As we approached the police station, we could see Wang Ya standing outside from afar.
"Song Anmin!" Wang Ya spotted him and called out first.
Song Anmin quickly ran over and asked, "How are you feeling today?"
Wang Ya: "I'm fine. How about you? Does your head still hurt?"
Song Anmin shrugged. "It doesn't hurt. It's just a scratch on my face. You should go inside now. I need to go to school."
Wang Ya huddled her face inside her fur collar and said to Song Anmin, "Then let's go out for hot pot tonight after you finish class."
Song Anmin: "Okay."
Wang Ya stood there until Song Anmin's figure disappeared before she went inside.
The police station knows about what happened last night.
Officer Zhao said to Wang Ya, "Hurry up and drink some hot water to warm up. What's with that expression? Even the VVVIPs haven't said anything. Why are you feeling guilty?"
Wang Ya frowned. "Master, you don't understand."
Officer Zhao almost choked. "Fine, I don't understand. I've eaten more salt in my life than you've walked roads."
Wang Ya: "..."
Officer Zhao patiently continued, "Wang Ya, nobody wants these things to happen, but nobody can control them. You and Song Anmin were dragged into this without any choice. Nobody blames you, and Song Anmin didn't say anything either."
Wang Ya knew this and felt a little strange. "Master, I'm clearly the policeman."
Song Anmin was inexplicably dragged into these cases.
Officer Zhao shook his head. "That's not necessarily true. Song Anmin did see Liu Aimei that day and decided to follow her. Nobody can say for sure what will happen next. Why are you overthinking things?"
Wang Ya kept her head down and didn't say anything.
Officer Zhao then asked, "Have your parents been looking for you lately?"
Wang Ya shook her head: "No."
Officer Zhao patted Wang Ya on the shoulder, "That's settled then. You should live your life well. I think Song Anmin is alright. Although he wasn't a good person before, he's changed now."
Wang Ya couldn't help but say, "He was alright before, wasn't he?"
Officer Zhao: "..."
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The incident at Chenguang Park last night was quickly reported in the newspapers, and it was Kong Bowen's department that wrote the article. In the afternoon, Song Rongrong left work on time.
Zhang Shu and Han Yi are now very close every day.
On her way back to Heping Lane, Song Rongrong passed by the small tavern from yesterday again. There were about ten people standing there. She put her hands in her down jacket pockets, wrapped her scarf around most of her face, and stayed to listen to the person sing.
Today I'm singing another Cantonese song.
Song Rongrong put another three yuan on the ground.
The young man glanced at Song Rongrong and nodded to her.
Song Rongrong: "?"
Why are you nodding?
She only came once yesterday, so I probably don't remember her.
Song Rongrong stood there and waited for a while. The young man sang for more than forty minutes. During the intermission, the crowd dispersed.
The young man approached Song Rongrong, his tone puzzled, "...You were looking for me?"
Song Rongrong smiled and said, "You sing quite well. Is this a singer the bar hired?"
The young man nodded, his features somewhat immature, looking to be in his early twenties.
"You studied it professionally?"
"No, you just learn it by listening to it a lot."
Song Rongrong hummed in agreement and said to him, "The Capital TV station is currently producing a program called Starlight Night. If you're interested, you can go and ask them about it."
She pointed the way to the young man, "Look, it's just ahead."
"Are you from the TV station?"
Song Rongrong casually said, "I just work there. I'm not in charge of this program. I just thought you sang well. You can give it a try. If you don't get selected, you don't get selected."
"My name is Ying Zhengqing."
Song Rongrong kept her hands in her pockets and nodded, "Mm."
Ying Zhengqing frowned. "What's your name?"
Song Rongrong gave him a strange look, but still told him her name.
"It's no use saying my name; they don't know me."
A hint of annoyance and shame flashed in Ying Zhengqing's eyes: "I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to ask."
"Oh," she said casually, "If you're interested, you can give it a try."
After saying that, Song Rongrong left.
She thought this person sang quite well, was good-looking, and tall enough; with some packaging, he might even become a star.
Ying Zhengqing returned to the tavern.
"Zhengqing, who was that just now?"
Ying Zhengqing: "Nobody. She asked me if I wanted to go to the Starlight Night."
"Okay! Give it a try if you have the chance. Maybe you'll become a big star, and I can benefit from your success."
Ying Zhengqing frowned: "Let's talk about it later."
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