Criminal Psychology

The climate when changing seasons is always very strange.

For example, it is often clear when you go out in the morning, but on the way home, you are poured into a chicken soup. This is often the case.

In front of the convoy that blocked the city, Xing Conglian knocked on the window next to the cab with a little irritability. The window was covered with fog. Ears were filled with endless electronic sounds of the game. The rain was still falling and there was no sign of stopping.

"You can't stop for a while?" Xun Lian suddenly turned his head and said impatiently to the teenager sitting in the co-pilot.

"Then you can't smoke less?" The dynasty only raised his eyes, glanced at the smoke in his hand, and then said disdainfully.

Xun Lian was almost furious, but he still tried to tell himself not to care about the rebellious youth.

He then took a deep breath and, in accordance with the self-regulation method Lin Chen once taught him, inhaled ... exhaled ...

Then, he pulled a scalp from the dynasty.

"Oh! Child abuse!"

The boy's scream reverberated in the car with the electronic sound of the mobile game biubiubiu.

On the way to work without Lin Chen, everything is really annoying ...

Xun Lian pressed the car radio, and the gentle piano music flowed out. He unbuttoned his collar, raised his shirt cuffs, lowered the window, and prepared the music to ease his irritable mood.

But soon, specifically, at the moment when the red light in front turned green, the light piano sound suddenly turned into violent rock music, drums and roars were deafening, and Xun Lian was startled, feeling The hot steam seemed to be running along the back of his head. He hurriedly glanced at the car stereo. Fortunately, the stereo did not explode. He researched the radio and control panel. There was nothing wrong with it. When he wanted to summon the dynasty to study, he discovered that I do n’t know when the mobile phone plugged in the car audio cable, and the creator himself is playing high with the ups and downs of irritable music.

Xing Conglian took another deep breath ...

Unplugged the cable silently.

The dynasty suddenly settled, and then continued to stare at him with the look of "What the **** are you doing?"

He didn't really want to use violence, so a lot of people looked away a lot.

Of course, when listening to music, the tastes of an uncle and a teenager are different.

But usually, this kind of contradiction has been reconciled. For example, Lin Chen will select songs from the cloud song list that suit his taste, sometimes light music and sometimes Cantonese songs. Lin Chen's taste is always good, of course he has no opinion.

If the dynasty listened impatiently for a while and started to make noise, at that time, Lin Chen would plug the dynasty's mobile phone into the audio cable, turn down the volume of the audio, and then accompany him to speak.

Xun Conglian found that, in the final analysis, the reason he was irritable now was that no one was talking with him on the road.

Shouldn't Lin Chen be proposed to take a few days off?

He thought so silently, Yu Guang saw that the dynasty's hand was still secretly reaching out to the connection line.

A crackling sound.

The next second, the arrogant smelly kid shoved back into his seat, clutching his hands, and started crying, his heart finally relieved again.

"Mr. Xing, do you know that you look like a mania attack!" The dynasty hid in a corner, and martyred him.

"Is mania your brother Chen most clear."

"Is Brother Achen your name too!"

"What's wrong with my name?"

"You shameless!"

"I can be called not only Brother Achen, but also Chen, and Chen, can you?"

"Chenchen Chenchenchen!"

"Wang Xiansen, how old are you, so childish, there is a kind to call in front of your brother Achen."

"Xun Xiansen, I'm 18 this year, and I've passed the age of brain damage to Zhongji Jiangfa!"

"Then why haven't you reached the age of a guardian car every day?"

"Because the guardian is past tense, I'm carrying the car of my boss now. Do you have any comments?"

"As a democratic and caring boss, I don't have any opinions about the subordinates returning home, but I also hope that my subordinates will have the consciousness of passengers in my car and don't always challenge his boss."

"But everyone is in the car. Why should you listen to any song?"

"This is Lao Tzu's car. I don't like to sit down and walk."

In short, the end of any quarrel between him and the dynasty must end with who is rich and who is the boss.

Alas, it's not a bad thing to be rich, after all, you can buy a car.

Xun Lian hit the steering wheel to the left and finally saw the parking lot outside Yanjia Lane.

"Boss, you said you have a car and a fart, do you remember to bring an umbrella?"

Suddenly, the annoying child of the co-pilot started noisy again.

Xing Conglian recalled it. It seemed that it was raining yesterday and they took the umbrella out of the car. It was fine this morning and Lin Chen was sleeping, so no one reminded them to bring the umbrella.

The conclusion is that because Lin Chen didn't remind them, they forgot to bring an umbrella.

"Why don't you remember to bring?" He asked.

"Because this is the case, this dress on me is a rainproof jacket, and I like to wear a hat, so I can rush home in three minutes, not afraid of rain." Said the dynasty, took out a peaked hat from the bag and put it on He then pointed to his schoolbag and said, "The schoolbag is also rainproof, isn't it high-level? Unlike some people, it ’s necessary to live in an old lane in the house. It ’s fart to build a garden at home. Can't even open the door ... "

Xun Conglian continued to take a deep breath. After all, beating a child was not a glorious thing.

He controlled his hand, moved with patience with the car dragon, and finally drove into the parking lot. When the railing of the car rose, he suddenly saw that someone was waiting under the willow tree in the parking lot.

At that time, the rain curtain was hazy, and the window was blurred by the mist, but he instantly recognized the person standing under the tree.

Lin Chen wore a piece of home clothes, a simple thin coat, and a black umbrella, waiting for them in the rain.

This was a strange feeling, but the moment he saw Lin Chen, he suddenly felt that if there was a sudden wind in the air, or someone was blowing his breath against his heart, all the irritability in him suddenly disappeared. .

Even the dynasty suddenly stopped talking.

He dumped the car into the parking space, Lin Chen held his umbrella and walked towards them slowly.

Before he could stop the car, the annoying child of the copilot unfastened his seat belt and pulled the car door and rushed down.

"Achen, Achen, Achen, why are you here, have you been waiting a long time? I have already scolded the boss for you just now. Whoever made him drive so slowly is not good!"

The young man's bright voice echoed throughout the parking lot, and Xun Lian lowered the window to prepare to say hello to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen just rubbed the boy's black hair, moved the umbrella face over, then looked up at him and said, "Don't just say that a man can't do it."

Alas, it is indeed Lin Chen. Educating children is really of a high standard.

After hearing this, Xun Conglian pulled the handbrake with satisfaction and opened the door to get off.

"How long have you waited and why didn't you call me?"

He reached out to take over Lin Chen's umbrella, and then opened it.

"I don't have much time. I watched the traffic conditions in advance, so I had time to go out."

Because of a hand injury, Lin Chen could only walk on the outermost side, and the dynasty held an umbrella for him and blocked him.

"Achen, you are too clever, unlike my boss!"

After listening to Lin Chen's words, the rotten boy in the dynasty slaps his farts quickly and stubbornly, and snatches his lines.

Xing Conglian took the umbrella handle, walked slightly ahead of them, and looked back at Lin Chen.

However, Lin Chen did not continue on this topic. He glanced at him very clearly, and then asked the dynasty: "What happened to you on the road?"

"Nothing, just the boss hit me, and let me get out of the car and walk!"

"Hey, are you wicked to complain first?"

"Don't you want me to be young?"

"Wang Xiansen, although you grew up abroad, the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation is to respect the old and to love the young.

"You finally admit that you are old!"

Why are children now like this?

Xing started raising his fingers from Lianqu and was about to knock on his head, but suddenly found out that the person walking next to him did not know when to change to Lin Chen, or that he did not know when and was holding the umbrella subconsciously and went to Lin Chen Around.

"Appropriate quarrels help cultivate feelings." Lin Chen raised an eyebrow and said, "It's kind of fun, you continue, don't care about me."

They were obviously arguing, but after Lin Chen said this, the dynasty shut up. He carefully looked at Lin Chen, his eyes flickered.

The surroundings calmed down, the raindrops splashed on the umbrella, and the alley was as quiet as fragrance.

Xing Conglian suddenly didn't want to speak anymore.

"Achen, what shall we have for dinner?"

Finally, the dynasty seemed to think for a long time, and suddenly found a topic, and then spoke again.

Xing Conglian finally caught the chance and took the dynasty in hand: "Aren't you going to cook, your brother Chen is still playing with plaster, is he going to cook for you, what is it for you!"

"Aren't you?" The dynasty countered.

I saw Lin Chen sighed in an inaudible manner and asked, "How about Chen Ji's fried noodles?"

"not good."

This time, he and the dynasty all agreed.

"What about Aunt Zhou?"

"If I eat Aunt Zhou's takeaway today, it is already my 117th time to eat Aunt Zhou!" Said the dynasty.

"Well ... braised beef noodles, classic taste."

"Last night, I ate the last pack." Xun Lian raised his hand silently.

"What then?"

"Cbd opened a new shopping mall, Ah Chen, shall we have something to eat?" When the dynasty said this, his eyes were bright, "Boss swiped!

"Per capita can't exceed 100. I took a few days off this month, and my salary is a little bit low," he said bitterly.

"it is good."

Lin Chen finally concluded her submission.