"Lin Huacheng, be careful!"

I pushed the moving bicycle forward, so that a "golden silkworm escaped" and landed on the ground, holding Lin Huacheng's shaking bicycle.

"It's too dangerous!"

I breathed a sigh of relief and muttered to the recruit.

Lin Huacheng, who is not very talkative, was assigned to the group I was in charge of.

I had a conversation with him, learned a little about his family, and learned that his mother had died two years earlier, and I was very concerned about him.

In the winter, when he wears less, he will supervise him to put on a cotton jacket, and at night, he will get up and pay special attention to whether the coat and blanket pressed on his quilt are lifted aside, for fear that he will freeze.

I know from my mother's life that it is not easy for a child who has lost his mother.

A few times I heard him talking "in his sleep", which was very low and slurred.

I couldn't hear it clearly, but I could feel a sense of fear.

"This is a child who needs to be protected!"

I thought to myself, even though he was a few months younger than me.

I asked him if he could ride a bike and he said he would.

That day, I wanted to take him to familiarize myself with the situation in the village, and I followed his bicycle on the way, but I didn't expect a big truck passing by to scare him and almost get out of danger.

"The next time you encounter an oncoming car, get down and push the cart to avoid."

"Yes! Monitor! ”

He still listens to me.

A few days after New Year's Day, Qian Fagen came to the office, and a colleague who was handling the case with him came with him.

They were trying to get a transcript of the last robbery.

I accompanied them to Huangshao to find a young man surnamed "Zhang".

Huangshao is a village surrounded by mountains and seas, and a natural village includes two administrative villages: a fishing team and an agricultural team.

Originally, the villagers lived in a few flat plots halfway up the mountain, but after the construction of the new sea pond, some of the villagers moved to the old sea pond and formed a new settlement.

Most of the new houses are flat-roofed houses, so that it is convenient to add another floor to the building next time.

At that time, there were very few people who could build a building in one step.

A colleague who came with Qian Fagen had a friend who lived in a new house by the sea pond, so we went straight to his house.

It seems to have been pre-arranged, and he happened to be at home.

"This is Officer Qian, this is Squad Leader Zhang."

The "colleague" who had long since passed the age of confusion introduced Qian Fagen and me to his friend.

During the conversation, I learned that he was a cadre of the county food bureau, and because of his work, he was seconded to the public security bureau to work with Qian Fagen.

When I introduced him as a native of Zhoushan, he was surprised to tell me: "I worked in the Zhoushan Grain Bureau when I was young. ”

"Where are you in Zhoushan?"

He then asked me.

"Xiaosha."

I thought he didn't necessarily know about such a small place.

"Yes. Small sand, big sand, northwest of Dinghai. ”

Unexpectedly, he was really familiar with the situation in Zhoushan.

"There are many people in Xiangshan who have worked in Zhoushan, and our Xiangshan used to be a county in the Zhoushan area."

The more he talked, the more energetic he became, and he shook out such a revelation.

"Really?!"

I was very shocked that Xiangshan, which I had worked for more than two years, was located on the mainland, and was also under the jurisdiction of the Zhoushan region.

"It's true, in 1954, Xiangshan rowed Zhoushan area management, and it was returned to Ningbo in the 60s."

"I was recruited to work in Zhoushan when I was 17 years old, and then I was transferred back to Xiangshan, when the grain department in a region was relatively easy to adjust."

I think of a homeroom teacher in elementary school who was really a mountain man, and he spoke in a long voice, which is probably a legacy of that period of history.

"You work first, and eat at my house in the evening."

The host's invitation ended our small talk.

Accompanied by the village security officer, we found the home of the subject of circumstantial evidence.

"Is Zhang Yi here?"

"He went to Zhuxi to work as a mason."

His mother told us that her son had gone to a nearby village to work as a plasterer to build a house.

"Will he come back in the evening?"

"I'm back."

"Let him go to the police station tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay."

I filled out a written summons card that I had brought with me and asked her to sign it on my son's behalf.

"I can't write."

Many of the women of that age were illiterate, so I asked her to press a handprint, tear off the notice and hand it to her.

Her hand trembled visibly and she took it, and said with a slight trembling as she watched us go out, "Goodbye." ”

The locals generally don't like us because most of them don't have good things, unless they are familiar with them or are village officials.

"Coming back so soon! Wait a minute, and you'll be fine right away. ”

He didn't expect us to do things so quickly, but the food was almost cooked.

At night, while drinking, he listened to the "8080" dual-card tape recorder at home to play Teresa Teng's songs, which was super emotional.

Teresa Teng's song is no longer a "yellow S song", but there are very few people who have that kind of tape recorder.

It turned out that the owner was the first to go out to contract the project, because there are many people in Huangsha Village who can do plasterers, many of whom are fathers with sons, brothers with brothers, and relatives with relatives, which are not only family relatives, but also master and apprentice relationship.