Boom—boom.
After a while, Song Zhijue opened the door to his home. When he looked up, he saw a group of people "fully armed" facing him. Song Zhijue raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"Hello, sir. We are from the Nancheng Police Department. We now suspect that you are related to a recent criminal case. Please... Come with us." Xiao Fang paused when he caught a glimpse of the blood on Song Zhiyou's clothes, but he couldn't help but speak.
"What's on your clothes?"
Song Zhiyi followed Xiao Fang's gaze and looked over, "I'm sorry, it's from the chopped ribs. Can I go change my clothes first?"
"As soon as possible." Although Xiao Feng was surprised, he still let him go.
"Doctor Song, Professor Song, let's have a meal together as a favor." Xiao Fang looked at Song Zhijuan with his chin propped up on his left hand.
"I'm not free, I won't go." Song Zhiyi said without raising his head.
"Song Zhijue! I like you!" Xiao Fang stopped Song Zhijue, stepped forward quickly, and held him, for fear that he would leave.
"Are you willing to give me a chance to pursue you, Professor Song Da?"
Song Zhiyi was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted. He raised the corner of his mouth with an inconspicuous arc, and imitated his tone and asked calmly, "Are you willing to give me a chance to love you?"
Xiao Feng was stunned for a moment and immediately hugged Song Zhijue.
"Yes!"
"Xiao Feng... Brother Feng... Please wake up and scold me again, okay?" Song Zhijue's eyes were slightly red and watery.
But he received only silence.
Shortly after Xiao Feng left, the anatomy room of University A Medical College.
Song Zhijuan led many medical students to "pay tribute to the general teacher..."
Song Zhiyou's eyes became redder and redder, and his concerned classmates carefully asked what was wrong.
Song Zhiyu replied in a hoarse voice, "This is my lover..."
Purpose: To improve writing skills