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Chapter 220

"I know who stole the chicken, and I know where it was roasted and eaten. I guess if I say it, Brother Zhu will also say that he roasted it there. Anyway, whatever I say, you will say that you did it, right? " Meng Donglai looked at He Yuzhu and asked.

"Yes, I did it all." He Yuzhu crossed his arms and turned away from Meng Donglai.

"That's fine. I'm here to popularize a concept for everyone. Theft is a criminal offense, and criminal offenses cannot be withdrawn. In other words, He Yuzhu will definitely be locked up if he makes trouble with the police." Meng Donglai said.

"Meng Donglai, you are going to send my brother and me in."

"It's not me who wants to send you in, but the person who asked you to take the blame." Meng Donglai looked at Qin Huairu and said.

Everyone followed Meng Donglai's gaze, and saw that there were three missing children, and they almost understood.

Qin Huairu felt guilty and wanted to tell the truth, but when he thought of the concept that Meng Donglai had just popularized, he couldn't speak anymore.

"If you didn't get involved, this matter wouldn't be so complicated." He Yuzhu said, "Give my brother some face. Today's talk is just a matter of a chicken. Let's stop here."

"That's right, Xiao Meng, isn't it just a chicken? Forget it, we won't pursue it." Lou Xiaoe also said, Xu Damao wanted to refute but she stopped him directly.

"It's okay if I don't pursue the case, but one thing is that the person who really stole the chicken must come forward tonight and admit it, otherwise I promise to pursue it to the end." Meng Donglai looked at Qin Huairu again.

"What do you all see me do? I didn't steal it." Qin Huairu felt terrified when everyone saw it.

"Sister Qin, a child is not sensible. It is not a big deal if he steals a chicken and eats it. Even if the police come, the education will be over. But the nature of adults stealing chickens is different. As the saying goes, 'stealing chickens and touching dogs' , this person’s reputation will be ruined.” At the end of his speech, Meng Donglai’s tone became stern: “Are you going to protect your child and then let Brother Zhu have the reputation of stealing chickens?”

"Okay, Qin Huairu, it turned out that your child stole it." Xu Damao finally understood.

"You fart! Our big dog wouldn't do this." Ms. Zhang also understood and jumped up to curse.

"Mr. Zhang, did I say it was made by sticks?" Meng Donglai sneered, "You're not asking yourself."

"Idiots know who you're talking about, don't point fingers and scold Huai here!" Mrs. Zhang was also clever.

"Then do you dare to let your children come out to confront them?"

"The child is asleep, but just for a chicken, can you wake the child up?" Of course Mrs. Zhang didn't dare.

"People say that three years old is old, and the stick is old. If you still protect it like this, sooner or later you will make a bigger disaster." Meng Donglai mercilessly snapped back.

"Okay, everyone, stop talking. The chicken wasn't stolen, it was picked up by my stick in the front yard. If he hadn't picked it up, the chicken would have gone to the street." Qin Huairu finally admitted.

The melon-eating crowd watching in the yard immediately went into an uproar. They didn't expect that the incident of throwing a chicken would go through such twists and turns.

Meng Donglai didn't expect Qin Huairu to be "recruited" so easily, which made some of his previous preparation work useless.

Because there is a tunnel at home, Meng Donglai set up pinhole cameras disguised as bricks and tiles in front of and behind the house.

He originally planned to be under his mouth, if Qin Huairu still refused to recognize it, he would print a black and white photo of a stick holding a chicken, and make a final decision.

It seems useless now.

"Now that the truth is out, let's leave it to the three uncles to deal with it. I think everyone is annoying me now, so I won't stay here any longer." After achieving his goal, Meng Donglai got up and left the Central Plains, and returned to the front. courtyard home.

"Boss, I don't understand why you did this?" Yuji asked suspiciously.

"If you want to punish evil and promote good and spread positive energy, you must first strengthen yourself, so I must establish myself as a character who hates evil and hates all relatives." Meng Dong replied: "It happens that my family situation also supports me. Psychological change, parents sacrificed because of villains, son's temperament changed drastically, very reasonable."

"So it is."

"Also, it will be ten years soon, and this kind of character can get through this period better." Meng Donglai added.

"You are so clever."

"Learn a bit."

There was a meeting outside, and there were so many people, Meng Donglai did not continue his digging work, but took out his flute and started practicing.

Tonight's choice is "Wang Ning Mei".

It was originally a very sad song, but with the addition of the flute, the sad effect has been multiplied several times.

Meng Donglai's flute playing skills are still far behind, but fortunately, this piece of music is simple and simple, and the difficulty of playing is not high, so he can finally complete it smoothly.

Once, twice, three times.

By the third time, Meng Donglai was able to play continuously without stopping.

knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

Meng Donglai opened the door and saw that it was He Yushui.

"I heard what my brother said."

"Oh." Meng Donglai didn't know what the silly girl's position was now. Her butt was so crooked in the play that it was completely illogical, and she actually chose to help Qin Huairu attack his brother.

"Thank you."

"No, I'm not trying to help your brother, but I can't see it myself."

The two just stood at the door talking. Meng Donglai didn't intend to let her in, but she didn't expect her to speak up.

"Go in and talk."

"Okay." Get out of the way, and after she walked in, Meng Donglai left the door open and followed her in.

The two were sitting in the living room, and He Yushui spoke first: "What song did you play just now? It's very nice."

"Frown in vain." Meng Dong said back and forth.

"Wang Ningmei, is that the word in "A Dream of Red Mansions"?"

"Have you read "Dream of Red Mansions"?" Meng Donglai was a little surprised. Nowadays, people are running around all day to fill their stomachs. He Yushui's family, whose father ran away when he was a child, actually read this book.

"My classmate has a copy and I borrowed it." He Yuyu replied: "But I didn't know that Wu Ning Mei was actually a song."

"Ah."

Meng Donglai didn't know how to answer the question, and now there are more than 20 years before the birth of Wu Ningmei, he just copied it into an original one.

"Can you play it again? I didn't listen to it when I came over just now." He Yushui asked.

"Row."

Meng Donglai played one side again, this time he was more proficient and the effect was better.

After eating, he found that He Yushui had his elbows on the table, holding his head and looking at him, and was dazed.

He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of her, waking her up.

"Is it over? It's really nice, but it sounds so sad." He Yushui recovered.

"This poem is inherently sad."

"By the way, I almost forgot about the real thing. I'm here to thank you on behalf of my brother."

"Don't lie to me, your brother won't thank me now." Meng Donglai pouted, not believing it at all.

(End of this chapter)