As soon as the training was over, I was in a hurry to return to the institute, like an arrow!

In fact, the straight-line distance between Ningbo city and my hometown is much closer than that of going to the office, but at that time, all I had in my heart was the things on the unit.

At that stage, the origin of my life coordinates fell on the police station on the edge of the ancient village in Xiangshan Harbor, and all I thought about day and night was the people there, and the things I worried about were over there.

As soon as I returned to the office, my hanging heart seemed to calm down.

Everyone laughed around me for taking off a layer of skin, but some people still praised me for being more masculine.

At that moment, I always had a small round mirror in my pocket, and from time to time I clasped it in the palm of my hand and quietly looked at my face, gently wiping the dead skin that had been curled up on my forehead. Actually, I'm also very stinky and beautiful!

The director was so happy to see that I had come back from training, and immediately assigned me a task, and it is estimated that he is waiting for me to come back every day.

"Ren Songping went to participate in the hygienist training, there is something Wang Dongjian in the supply and marketing cooperatives here, you have to participate."

"In addition, the Xize Police Station has turned over some clues, the materials are in Liu Shijun, you ask him for it."

I didn't even have time to pack up before I got to work, as if I was making up for the month's absence.

"The head of the class is back! I'm waiting for you, I'm busy! ”

Liu Shijun handed over a file bag and joked with me.

"Is there any news about the exam admission?"

He asked me in a low voice.

"No, have you heard anything?"

I also remember this, but I still pretend to be very calm.

"You should be fine, I don't have hope, I'm waiting to see you off!"

He's been a bit of a self-deprecating person, not as confident as I am. Still, I encouraged him:

"The same, you can get on! Maybe the day after tomorrow the notice will come down together. ”

Come to think of it, as soon as I sat down and looked at the material, I threw everything out of the clouds.

"It's a gang of thieves and pickpockets." I read the case file and sorted out the key points.

I have handled more cases by myself and sorted out more materials, and I can quickly sort out the clues when I look at other people's case files.

This is a group of troubled teenagers who have not long left school, do not want to stay in the countryside to farm, and do not want to go outside to work as coolies at construction sites, and do not master a skill. Got together for various reasons, in order to get a little source of livelihood, do some stealing chickens and dogs.

Judging from the materials, they gather and scatter from time to time, and commit crimes randomly. Sometimes they steal an old bicycle together for some change, sometimes they work together to pick up a small amount of money on the bus, and sometimes they even go to a farmer's house to steal a few chickens and sell them for money.

The common people hate this kind of person and this kind of thing.

In particular, at that time, many parents came from the era when their homes were not closed, and the masses' demand for us to strictly investigate and crack down was indeed very strong.

These young people are mainly active in the townships to which Daxu District belongs, and their respective household registrations are also in these townships. One of them is from our jurisdiction and lives in Cui Jiao Village. surnamed Li, 20 years old out of zero.

I took out a few things he was involved in, made a list, and planned to check it out.

The next day, I took Zheng Song to his house.

This is one of the worst families I have ever been to during my work in Xiangshan.

An old tiled house is connected to a thatched house to form a courtyard, and the house is located at the foot of the mountain near the west in the innermost part of the Qiancang Plain, diagonally opposite the former mountainside village on the left hand, and diagonally opposite the slope on the right hand is the section of the slope where I often ride and fall when I am shopping for vegetables.

Walking into the tiled room, there was hardly any possessions except a bed that could still be seen and a wardrobe on the side.

The plastered walls were peeled off, revealing a lot of yellow mud bottom.

"Will this house not leak on a rainy day?"

It was the first thought that came to me when I entered it.

A man in his 50s was in the room, watching us come in and casting a look of surprise.

"You are Li Yi's father?"

"Yes."

"Where is he now?"

"I don't know. He has been out for several years, and he hardly comes back except for the Spring Festival. ”

"You know what he's doing out there?"

"I do small jobs everywhere, and I don't know the specifics."

I had a gut feeling that this was a very honest man, and I believed that he would not lie, but I turned around and went to the thatched house on the side.

It was a kitchen, which I can't describe how shabby and dilapidated it was, and I went outside the house when I made sure there was no one inside.

The man took out two small bamboo chairs from the thatched house for us to sit on, and went back and poured two bowls of water for us to drink.

I don't know if Zheng Song drank it, but I didn't refuse anyway, because the weather was really hot enough and the bowl was quite clean.

I took a big sip and had some bowl bottoms left.

"Put the bowl on the floor."

He should feel that we are still in trouble, and he does not want to forgive us there.

I chose a stepping stone buried in the ground on the side, which was very flat on it, and put the cannon down.

The stone was buried to prevent mud from walking in the yard on rainy days, and there was a long one.

We continued to talk for a while.

"You know what kind of people your son is out with?"

"I don't know."

"Did he come back with his bike?"

"Nope."

"Does he have a mother?"

"I'm not in good health, she remarried a few years ago."

“？？？”

I paused for a moment, cast a wave of sympathetic looks, he should have noticed, and slowly added:

"I used to be a soldier and I had some problems when I was fighting, and I couldn't do heavy work."

When he said this, I was interested, and after his words, I asked:

"You were a soldier?"

He: "Hmm! He got up and went to the tiled house, and as he went, he nodded the palm of his left hand again and again, signaling us to wait for him.

A few minutes later he turned back, holding a wooden box in his hand.

He moved the wooden box in front of me, peeling back layers of silk-like fabric, revealing several medallion-like objects, as if they were collars and hats.

He handed me a medal for the Battle of the Sea.

I immediately stood up, holding the chapter in both hands and carefully holding it.

It was written in great detail, as if his name was engraved on the back.

Zheng Song also came over to look at these things curiously.

I still remember that there were soldiers' cards and discharge certificates or something, although the paper was yellow, but it was well kept and the handwriting was very clear.

"It's the first time I've shown these things to someone."

"Why?"

"We're here to surrender, Liberation Army."

Then, he recounted to us how he joined the Kuomintang troops, how he later surrendered to the PLA troops, participated in the battle of crossing the river together, and then went to support the Korean battlefield, and returned to his hometown without crossing the Yalu River due to physical reasons.

A wave of admiration rose from the bottom of my heart, and I listened to it with tears in my eyes.

At that time, I wanted to ask too many things, but at that time, I didn't seem to be able to ask, and I always felt that my nose was very sore and my throat was uncomfortable.

After a while, the boss asked:

"Then the crossing of the river is the same as in the movie?"

"Yes, it's not such a big ship, it's all small boats, and there are a lot of dead people, so it's good that I didn't die."

Before leaving, he told us again:

"It's good that I'm not dead."

I haven't been looking for his son since.

When the old man showed me the bag, the look of joy in his eyes came to me in the years to come.

I can't find the right words to describe it!