Fang Chaoyang threw the football to him, and the little boy directly took it with his feet, and even threw it on his toes a few times, kicked it directly into the air, and another header was made.

"It's really good." Fang Chaoyang praised.

"I want to be a star or a striker." The little boy said confidently, suddenly stopped and asked tentatively: "Uncle, can you play football with me?"

"Okay!" Fang Chaoyang agreed.

"Great, thank you uncle." Taking advantage of Fang Chaoyang's rise, the little boy kicked the football directly.

Fang Chaoyang likes to play basketball, and his level is OK, but his football is much worse. Fortunately, the other party is just a child, so he is not too embarrassed. The two of them are chasing each other in the small square and playing.

Half an hour later, Fang Chaoyang was already sweating and the little boy was tired, so he simply sat on the bench with Fang Chaoyang and held the football between his feet.

"Uncle, I found you are a good person." said the little boy.

"You can tell all this? Are you playing basketball with you and being a good person?" Fang Chaoyang asked with a smile.

"Of course not." The little boy scratched his head, "Anyway, you don't look fierce at all, and you have a good temper."

Fang Chaoyang wanted to tell him that society is complex and human nature is more complex, and it is unreliable to look at faces, but then he thought that he was still a child and should have a happy childhood, so he wouldn't say it anymore.

"Actually, some people are very afraid of me." Fang Chaoyang said.

"Why are they afraid of you?" the little boy asked.

"Because they made unforgivable mistakes and wanted to hide them."

The little boy seemed to understand, but at this time, a shout came from afar. The little boy said goodbye to uncle and went home with the football.

Looking at the child's back, Fang Chaoyang felt a little moved. Many pure happiness could never be found after growing up. Everyone was pursuing the so-called better life, but they fell into the big net woven by social relations.

After strolling to the nearby noodle restaurant and eating a bowl of noodles, Fang Chaoyang returned home and sat alone in the room without turning on the lights, with only cigarette butts flashing in the dark.

Fang Chaoyang's depressed mood was related to this engagement. Subconsciously, he looked forward to simple and beautiful love, staying with each other and never leaving each other. But in reality, love must bow to the world and take into account the feelings of the people around him.

He doesn't like the new house, nor does he like the life that Peng Jiang's family imposed on him, although in the eyes of many people, this is a great luck that he can't get. As long as he is with the person he likes, even his hut is very warm. Unfortunately, Peng Jiang doesn't understand this. What Fang Chaoyang is really worried about is not that he sees Peng Jiang's parents saying the wrong thing, but that he accidentally makes Peng Jiang feel sad and angry.

On Sunday, no one disturbed him, Fang Chaoyang stayed at home alone and practiced calligraphy for a day.

As it was almost evening, the sky gradually became darker and it started to drizzle. When I opened the window, I felt an inexplicable coldness.

Fang Chaoyang shivered, and then he remembered that he hadn't eaten for a day, so he quickly soaked a bowl of noodles, but he ate it like chewing wax.

In the middle of the night, Fang Chaoyang started to have a fever, got up, found two cold medicines, and then fell on the bed to continue sleeping.

In the morning, I felt better and my body was still a little sore. The rain outside had stopped, but the sky was still gloomy, making people feel particularly depressed.

After leaving, Fang Chaoyang drank a bowl of hot porridge at the breakfast stall, and then insisted on going to work.

When it was almost nine o'clock, Xiao Zhao knocked in and looked at Fang Chaoyang with surprise in his eyes.

"Xiao Zhao, am I online again?" Fang Chaoyang guessed that nothing good was wrong, but recently he was only with his girlfriend Peng Jiang, so he didn't believe that the other party could still make trouble.

"Boss, are you posting on Weibo too?" Xiao Zhao said.

"If you don't send me, I rarely go online." Fang Chaoyang waved his hand and was suddenly stunned, "Xiao Zhao, tell me quickly, what's going on?"

"You really don't know?" Xiao Zhao asked again.

"Of course I don't know."

Xiao Zhao then took out his mobile phone and showed it to Fang Chaoyang. There was a Weibo interface on the screen. The user was Judge Fang Chaoyang, with only one blog post titled "This person deserves to die." There are two pictures attached below, and the messages below have reached 10,000.

Fang Chaoyang quickly took Xiao Zhao's cell phone and clicked on the picture. He suddenly felt a buzzing sound. It turned out to be the first two pages of the Zuo Feihu fraud case!

"This is impossible. I have not registered this user, and it is even more impossible for me to publish the file before the case is tried." Fang Chaoyang said.

"Head, this seems to be in trouble." Xiao Zhao said nervously.

Suddenly thinking of something, Fang Chaoyang quickly got up, opened the file cabinet with the key, searched for it, and stayed there. The file of Zuo Feihu's fraud case disappeared.

"I clearly remember that before getting off work on Friday, the file was locked in the cabinet." Fang Chaoyang said.

"Can you say that a thief comes into your room?"

Xiao Zhao was even more shocked. This was the court. How could a thief dare to come in to steal? Besides, what is the significance of stealing the file to him?

Before the case was tried, it was definitely a violation of regulations. Fang Chaoyang was so angry that he took Xiao Zhao's cell phone and clicked on it.

Netizens left messages to support the judge's trial, and some commented that the judge's true personality, I like it.

There were thousands of forwardings, and Fang Chaoyang hurriedly said, "Xiao Zhao, this is not the Weibo I posted. Go to the service provider to complain and close it quickly."

"Okay, I'll do it right away." Xiao Zhao agreed immediately.

"Wait, how did you know I opened a Weibo account?" Fang Chaoyang asked.

"It's a mobile phone push."

Fang Chaoyang pounded the table hard, and the service provider actually promoted it. I don’t know how many people would forward it, and even re-edited it and posted it. It soon became a hot search list, and it must be unable to cover it up.

"Go close it first, let's talk about the others later."

After Xiao Zhao went out, Fang Chaoyang shivered again at the file cabinet open behind him. He never expected that the opponent's attack would be so fierce, even to the point of being useless.

Smoking a cigarette and trying to calm down, Fang Chaoyang knocked on the door of President Li Xiang's office again.

After walking in, President Li Xiang's face looked ugly. Obviously, he had learned the news that a brave judge in the Intermediate Court released the file online.

"Dean, I have not posted a Weibo account, and I have not published the file." Fang Chaoyang said as he came up.

"Who announced that? Is the Procuratorate?" Li Xiang asked.

"No, the problem is very serious. Dean Li, I lost the file I put in the file cabinet!"

"What?" Dean Li Xiang stood up and looked at Fang Chaoyang incredibly.
Chapter completed!