Three days later, the Third Division of the Armed Police came with a large number of guards.

A special plane and several flights from the imperial capital to here brought more than a dozen senior leaders of the military and police system.

Headquarters of the People's Liberation Army, Headquarters of the Armed Police, Ministry of Public Security.

Several more business planes landed at the airport here, and more than 20 business elites, dressed in heavy black clothing, entered the barracks of the Third Division of the Armed Police under the escort of more than 30 luxury cars.

On this day, it rained from dawn all the time.

Lao Li said that if he had a choice, his dream way to leave was to be killed by a bullet in the battlefield, simply and neatly. I think his only regret is that in this life, he has not been able to a woman. Xiao Hua said to Shi Lei.

Shi Lei patted Xiao Hua's back hard, grabbed his head, and held it in his arms, trying to make the crying less obvious, "Yes, yes, yes." We don't feel bad, we should be happy and proud of him. ”

Lao Li said that Company Commander Sun was the most domineering, and maybe the object of his dream at night was Company Commander Sun. Xiao Hua said.

Company Commander Sun refers to Sun Lulu.

"Yes, yes, I think so too!" Shi Lei sniffed hard.

Xiao Hua said, "I should have pounced, I have no regrets, I am an old driver." Company commander, why didn't I notice anything unusual at the time? ”

A memorial service was held in the Great Hall.

On the marble steps, Shi Lei looked at Xiao Hua closely. Li Zewen's sacrifice hit Xiao Hua very hard, and for three consecutive days, he was talking to himself nervously.

The mighty motorcade drove over and stopped one after another in the large open space in front of the auditorium. The two convoys of military and local brands are clearly distinguished.

Wen Chaoyang led all the leaders of the Third Division of the Armed Police to stand on the side of the entrance of the auditorium to greet them, and they stood there, motionless.

From the open space, climb the stairs in three groups with a total of 33 steps, and then go to the entrance of the auditorium.

In the drizzle, General Zhang Ning, the highest-ranking general, strode in front with a heavy face, and on the two sides behind him were the leaders of the People's Liberation Army Headquarters, the Armed Police Headquarters, and the Ministry of Public Security. The phalanx generally climbed the stairs and stood still in front of Wen Chaoyang and the others.

Wen Chaoyang and others saluted, and Zhang Ning and other leaders returned the salute. There are no words in the process.

On the other side, a line of plainclothes stood underneath, waiting to come up. These people are all brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts who later entered the political and business circles when they lived in Li Zewen's compound. The black phalanx stood in the drizzle, without umbrellas.

Zhang Ning glanced at the leaders of the Third Division of the Armed Police and asked, "Where is Li Mu?"

Wen Chaoyang took a deep breath and just shook his head.

Without further ado, Zhang Ning walked into the auditorium, and the rest of the leaders followed.

The black plainclothes phalanx climbed the stairs, stood at the door of the auditorium, bowed to Wen Chaoyang and the others, Wen Chaoyang and the others returned the salute, and then the black plainclothes phalanx entered the auditorium.

In the mountain behind the camp, Zhao Yiyun, Lin Yu, Wang Guoqing, Liu Xiaoguang, Sun Lulu and others stood in a row, and the rain hit them, and they were soaked early, but they still stood there like sculptures.

On the distant mountain, Li Mu, who had his back to them, stood on the highest place, letting the wind and rain blow, looking at the endless desolation.

His face was already wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

Zhao Yiyun walked up, stood beside Li Mu, and said in a deep voice, "Old Li, there is no point in blaming yourself. You weren't God, you know, you knew what you were like at that time. So, don't fall down. ”

Li Mu was speechless for a long time.

Zhao Yiyun retreated.

Yes, because of one of his own decisions, one died and two were injured, Li Mu, who was suffering from this guilt torture in his heart at that time, is he still in his usual state?

He should not blame himself.

Lin Yu climbed the mountain and stood beside Li Mu, "Squad leader, he is good, he not only saved you, but also saved many people at the scene." In fact, you know, you yourself have said that if you choose this path, either I will die or you will die, and the living will live with pain, and they will not be able to fall. ”

For a long time, Li Mu did not have the slightest reaction.

The rain was a little more dense and the wind was a little heavier.

Lin Yu retreated and returned to his original position and stood up.

Wang Guoqing and Liu Xiaoguang, who were trembling with tears streaming down their faces, climbed up with difficulty, and stood still on both sides behind Li Mu, they gritted their teeth and gurgled, tears poured out of their eyes like a flood without an embankment, and there was no way to stop it.

Self-blame, they go a little deeper - why is it not themselves who died?

Sun Lulu stood there, her silver teeth about to be crushed.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Chunying held an umbrella and walked over with Feng Yuye. Feng Yuye stood still at the foot of the mountain and said to Zhao Yiyun, Lin Yu and Sun Lulu, "Go back." ”

Feng Yuye turned to Chen Chunying and said, "You can go back too." ”

Immediately, she pushed away the umbrella, climbed up alone, and said to Wang Guoqing and Liu Xiaoguang, "Go back." ”

Wang Guoqing and Liu Xiaoguang faced Feng Yuye's gaze, wiped their faces fiercely, turned their heads and rushed down the mountain, making a terrible wolf-like sound.

Feng Yuye walked up to Li Mu and looked at him.

Li Mu moved and slowly squatted down. Feng Yuye squatted down, slowly held Li Mu's head in his arms, like holding a child, and gently stroked his head.

Li Mu gritted his teeth, closed his mouth tightly and locked his vocal cords, crying violently, crying like a child in Feng Yuye's arms.

In the auditorium, Li Zewen's body was surrounded by flowers and placed in the center of the high platform, covered with the party flag. He is like a sleeping half-grown child, maybe the next second the corners of his mouth will drool, or he will unconsciously turn over and kick off the quilt.

Zhang Ning stood there and stared for a long time, and the old tears had already risen.

Behind him, dozens of high-ranking generals stood in a phalanx to bid farewell to the martyrs.

Thousands of officers and soldiers stood in the auditorium, not moving, like terracotta warriors guarding Qin Shi Huang.

On the side of the black casual clothes phalanx, the women and some young men couldn't help crying, and the suppressed cries came out clearly, echoing in the auditorium.

Zhang Ning walked forward slowly, his steps were a little unsteady, standing next to Li Zewen's body, he slowly took off his big-brimmed hat. The rest took off their hats at the same time. Thousands of officers and soldiers took off their hats in unison and held them firmly with their right hands.

General Zhang Ning, whose temples were white, slowly stretched out his hand, and his hand, which was covered with age spots, trembled slightly, and gently stroked Li Zewen's face. Scenes from the past jumped out one after another and crossed in front of them.

"Old man, are you the new chief?"

In the compound, Li Zewen asked Zhang Ning with his chin.

Zhang Ning laughed, "Little ghost, I'm new here." What part of you are?"

Fourteen-year-old Li Zewen held his head high arrogantly, pointed to the headquarters compound with his thumb back, and said, "I am the chief of security of this hospital, you see, these are my subordinates!"

He pointed to the guard at the door and said that the guard cadre on duty couldn't help grinning, but he didn't mean to be angry at all.

"Old man, where do you live, take me to have a look, and I'll arrange guards for you when you go back!" Li Zewen said to Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning laughed, and took Li Zewen to the No. 1 courtyard where he lived.

Soon, Zhang Ning knew the special identity of this little ghost - he was the child of everyone in the headquarters compound. I also know what the little ghost is talking about the guard-the big yard disciple.

Since then, the little ghost has often run to his house, eating and drinking, and making it his home. However, Zhang Ning knew that every household in the compound was Li Zewen's home. Everyone dotes on this teenager with infinite tolerance. One day, when the teenager got into a fight with someone's child, the parents didn't ask anything, and directly beat their children to death.

Soon, all the children in the compound understood that Li Zewen was the boss in the compound. Sensible brothers and sisters, doting, caring, ignorant brothers and sisters, following the back of the ass, tossing this and that.

What a happy time it was.

All the cadres in the compound are taking care of the growth of this little ghost.

Happy little imps, or as they get older, they will gradually understand the reason for all this. The leaders of the compound and the families hoped that the moment would come later, later. It was unbearable.

The little ghost has grown up, and he is sensible.

One day, he stood in the compound, looking at the familiar households, and suddenly understood that those were not his own homes, and he was just a homeless stray dog.

He broke free, he no longer wanted to live according to the arrangement of those elders who had terrifying official positions, he didn't want to go to school, he wanted to go to the army, he wanted to go to the border, and he wanted to return to the post where his father sacrificed.

Or, the elders who are too big to be in official positions will never know that the little ghost may just follow the path taken by his father until he is reunited with his parents.

The little ghost still succeeded, and the elders who were too big to be scary in their official positions refused the little ghost's request, never, and this time, it would not be an exception.

The imp is still gone.

Zhang Ning closed his eyes in pain, the fifty-five-year-old general, let the tears flow down his mottled cheeks, and they flowed endlessly.

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