Chapter 68

"Du - sorry, the number you dialed is not answered for the time being."

"Sorry, the number you dialed is not answered for the time being."

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Duan Cheng wiped his tears and ran after him quickly.

Duan Cheng thinks that he understands the significance of the third class merit. It's Zhang Jinhai's honor in exchange for his blood. Praise and praise just float on the surface. What's more important is to let them always remember the spirit of not afraid of sacrifice, not afraid of sacrifice, and then work hard to surpass themselves.

Song Yuhang turned around, waved his hand, and motioned him to follow: "also, instead of regret and sadness here, it's better to do something meaningful to make yourself strong. In such a situation, you won't be at a loss, and you can better protect the people you want to protect."

"Whether you are cynical or lonely or miserable, you have the right to choose to end your own life, but you can't deprive others of their right to live. This is a crime and the basic bottom line of being human."

"No matter how old we are, the evil of children is also evil. None of us has the right because of our past sadness, pain, struggle, helplessness, resentment To hurt another, innocent person. "

"But But I'm facing a A child... "

Duan Cheng has been immersed in such sadness for a while. He is at a loss and at a loss.

That shot, whether it hit or missed, made him feel extremely guilty and remorseful.

Song Yuhang then said, "if it's me, I don't know if I can do better. It's not your fault that team Zhang died."

The boy's eyes turned red in the moonlight.

"You did a great job."

The young man raised his head, his face a little confused: "ah?"

Song Yuhang stopped and looked back at him: "Duancheng..."

Duan Cheng fell behind, and he still couldn't figure out the problem.

The party closed the door of the venue and went out. Zheng Chengrui ran to buy the kebabs on the roadside stand. Fang Xin also went along, completely forgetting that several people had just vowed to take good exercise and lose weight in the venue.

Song Yuhang looked around: "go out and say, my car is outside."

Duan Cheng ran back with a dogleg face: "what do you need to do, you say."

Song Yuhang coughed: "I haven't told you yet. I will be the leader of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau in the future..."

Duan Cheng turned around with a bitter face: "the blame of Feng bureau comes down -"

Song Yuhang stood up and said: "obey the orders of the superior."

Duan Cheng turned and left without saying a word.

"Find Lin Yan."

"What?"

"Do me a favor."

After fighting with them one by one, song Yuhang pulled the three men over and butted them shoulder to shoulder.

"Long time no see."

"Long time no see."

Song Yuhang breathed a sigh of relief and moved his shoulder, which was still slightly painful. Then he looked at them: "you haven't seen me for a long time."

Ten rings.

The electronic display lights up.

Song Yuhang nodded and went to the shooting position next to her. He changed his bullet, raised his gun, aimed and fired at once.

Fang Xin's eyes widened, and there was a huge surprise in his eyes: "Song team -"

when Zheng Chengrui was there, he was pulled up.

Duan Cheng

Fang Xin

Zheng Chengrui was lying on the fitness equipment beside him doing sit ups, panting: "ouch, I can't, I can't, who can help me quickly, I can't get up, I can't get up..."

Duan Cheng aimed at the target with his eyes: "aren't you all here?""You What are you doing here? "

Next to the shooting position came the gunshot, Fang Xin was startled, suddenly looked at the past, is a section of the city.

Fang Xin bit his teeth, his forehead exuded a thin layer of sweat, and raised his sore arm again.

When a shuttle is finished, the screen next to it shows that five shots are on the loop and five shots miss the target.

Duan Cheng stepped in.

Looking through the open door, a good figure is shooting.

It's past work time, and the lights are still bright in the stadium.

Duan Cheng thought vaguely and went to the shooting Hall of the training base unconsciously.

It means someone's bragging about it.

My friend stomped his feet and was pulled away by someone else: "forget it, don't forget it. They are very popular now. Let's go and have a drink."

"Ah - you see, just after making contributions, you turn your face and don't recognize people. What's that?"

"No, go yourself."

A familiar friend came to meet him, Duan Cheng was out of his wits and swept him away.

"Let's go and have a drink at night. You've solved such a big case in Zhaoting this time. I think you've become a regular official this time. You'll have a good job in the future. Take care of it a lot"

Duan Cheng feels confused about the big red flower on his chest.

What does collective third class merit mean in peaceful times?

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Feng Jianguo was heartbroken: "I said, why are you so stubborn? I would not have approved you if I had known..."

“……” Did I mention something? I was obviously reminding you not to get too close to Lin Yan!

Song Yuhang said with a smile, "thank you for your advice."

Zhao Junfeng fell a lot and signed.

At the same time, she also replied to her response of asking for meritorious service for Zhang Jinhai and applying for collective third class meritorious service for the technical investigation section of Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau: agree!

This person, who has always been indifferent to fame and wealth, has finally come to know the truth, but Zhao Junfeng is happy. After several meetings of the Party committee, she finally made the decision.

Originally, she was also the one who was in favor of the organization, but it was not decided, because there were several strong competitors in the subordinate sub bureaus. Song Yuhang directly sent a report to the provincial department, counting her meritorious achievements over the years and expressing her determination.

As she went down the mountain, Feng Jianguo chatted with her as she walked along: "I heard that the report of Zhao hall was written by you. Why did you suddenly want to open up this time and learn to volunteer to return it?"

She released the crutch, raised the injured right hand, and slowly moved to the temple.

One day, she will come back here, but song Yuhang thinks that will be the best destination for a policeman.

They were born here, grew up here, and will return to their hometown.

It is they who use their blood and flesh to protect the peace of one side and the lights of all families.

Here lies not only Zhang Jinhai, her father and elder brother, but also many friends, predecessors or colleagues she doesn't know, and more brothers who can't name but only have code names.

She looked up at the vast sea of Steles, and the wind brought chrysanthemum fragrance all over the mountains.

Song hangju's epitaph: "if I have a bunch of epitaphs, I'd better lean over Yu Chaobai."

He has been hanging in the office, Zhang Jinhai also asked him for the word, but now it can only be given to him in this way.

He touched the line of words on the tombstone: "the iron shoulder bears morality and justice, and the heart builds the soul of the police. These are the words sent to me by Zhao hall at that time."

Song Yuhang limped up the steps to the last step and stood still.

After the funeral, Feng Jianguo took a bottle of Maotai to the tombstone and spilled it.

Next to Fang Xin and Zheng Chengrui are also wearing police uniforms, chest don't white flowers, eyes with tears.

Duan Cheng, dressed in black, stood in the crowd with tears streaming down his face.

"All stand in silence and salute the portrait of Comrade Zhang Jinhai!" With the master's order, everyone raised their hands to the side of the temple.

"Bang bang" salute rose to the sky, like a loud gunshot.

"Play mournful music and sound guns."

"The memorial service for Comrade Zhang Jinhai starts now."

Followed by Zhang Jinhai's family members, his wife and daughter are crying into tears.

Dressed neatly, with white flowers on his chest and tears in his eyes, the criminal police are walking in front, with the party flag on the urn in his hand.

On both sides of the road, there were people with white chrysanthemums and banners to see them off.

The police car drove the hero on the last leg.

Jiangcheng funeral home.

That day, she got up early in the morning, put on her long lost uniform, buttoned her shirt, tied her tie with the help of her mother song, put on her wide brimmed hat, and limped out of the door clutching her crutch.

The blue sky and white clouds flowing slowly outside the window. In this month, song Yuhang called Lin Yan almost every day, but except that time, the phone never got through. In such a restless waiting, she welcomed her official appointment document and Zhang Jinhai's funeral.With a soft smile, song Yuhang hooked her fingertips: "who changes who is a dog."

Xiao Wei nodded: "no change for a hundred years."

Song Yuhang came back and rubbed her head: "OK, but you promise me that my aunt will play with you for an hour, and then you will go home with your mother and do your homework, OK?"

Song Yuhang's eyes fell on her, as if thinking about something. Xiao Wei took her hand and called to her: "aunt, aunt, shall we play five pieces of chess?"

Ji Jingxing shivered his lips, but he didn't say anything. He turned his back to clean up the dishes.

"It's delicious, but I think I'd better leave it later. It's too much trouble. The food in the hospital canteen is delicious."

If Ji Jingxing is struck by lightning, song Yuhang has lifted her up with his left hand. At the same time, he takes the bowl in her hand and drinks it with one hand. He is good at wiping the corners of his lips with his back.

The difference between the two words is one hundred and eight thousand li.

She called her sister-in-law, not her sister-in-law.

Song Yuhang shook his head: "no, thank you, sister-in-law."

Mother song's eyes came over and said, "your sister stewed it for you all morning --"

she paused and said, "do you dislike me?"

Ji Jingxing looked at her and said, "Yuhang, you --"

Lin Yan would never show such a pitiful look, except for some special times.

She didn't open her eyes. She remembered that night when Lin Yan fed her in the archives.

What's more, from the perspective of song Yuhang, you can see the scenery at a glance.

It's also very fashionable. The fashionable autumn and winter dress with high heels adds a touch of amorous feelings to maturity. It's just to visit patients in the hospital

Ji Jingxing frowned, slightly dissatisfied. Before she came here today, she specially dressed up, painted delicate eyebrows and painted lip gloss. She looked much younger than her actual age.

Song Yuhang was stunned and subconsciously dodged: "it's ok I'll do it myself. I'll do it myself. "

"Drink while it's hot."

Song Yuhang wanted to reach for it himself, but Ji Jingxing squatted down and handed the spoon to her lips.

Now it's Ji Jingxing's turn to be discontented: "Mom --"

Song's mom's heart is about to melt, and she can't take care of so much: "good, good, I'll come to grandma in winter vacation, and I promise I won't let mom give you homework."

After listening to the first half of the passage, Xiao Wei screamed and fell into her grandmother's arms: "grandma, grandma, you take care of your mother. I don't want to go to so many cram schools -"

"Oh, come on, it's the time for the final exam around Christmas. Don't let her get distracted again. Besides, you're busy. We all understand. Xiao Wei's childlike words, don't take them to heart."

"Ma, sit down." Ji Jingxing said, took the lunch box in Song's mother's hand, put it on the table, turned off the cover, took hot water to iron the chopsticks, and handed it to her.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Wei. I'm too busy these days. When my aunt is free, I promise you that she will take you to the playground at Christmas."

Looking at the child blowing hard, song Yuhang felt soft and touched her head.

"Aunt, does it hurt? Xiaowei blows and shouts for you - "

Xiaowei laughs sheepishly, wears two braids of sheep's horn, is lively and lovely. She breaks free from her mother's arms, rolls to song Yuhang, grabs her hand and blows air on her wrapped plaster.

Ji Jingxing pulled people over and pointed at her nose with fingertips: "you little guy, you still have a grudge."

"Aunt is not here, no one to accompany me to play football, no one to accompany me to jump rope, no one to accompany me to the playground --" the child broke his fingers and counted, making a room full of people laugh.

"I think so," the child answered with a long milk voice.

"Thank you, Ma. Thank you. You've worked so hard. Xiao Wei, have you missed your aunt recently?"

Song Yuhang smile, has put Xiaowei in his arms, a hand around her, kiss the child's smooth face.

"Well, the corn spareribs soup that you like to drink is all cooked by your sister recently. Even I have a good taste."

Mother song followed and came in with a lunch box.

"Hey, hey, don't jump on your aunt. She's hurt."

"Aunt!" As soon as song Yuhang hangs up the phone, the child runs in like the wind. Ji Jingxing catches her collar and runs after her.

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"ah, good." The housekeeper took two steps back, bowed to him again, and then stepped back.

Lin Ge pulled down the chair from the bottom of the bed and sat down: "OK, then you go out, I'll accompany you for a while."

Housekeeper Lin took his hand back from the quilt.

"Just the same."

"How about today's tiredness?"

"Look, miss, I just came to take care of you."Lin Ge nodded and looked at the empty Ward: "Why are you alone, doctor, nurse?"

Lin Ge checked his fingerprints and came in. Housekeeper Lin stiffened his hand and bowed respectfully: "how are you, master Lin?"

Seeing the sound of footsteps coming from the glass screen door, housekeeper Lin quickly put the mobile phone away and tucked in the quilt for Lin Yan.

"OK, OK, goodbye."

Song Yuhang nodded: "then I won't disturb you. If Lin Yan has any problems, please tell me in time."

"Well, it's no trouble. I hope Miss will get better soon."

Song Yuhang wiped the tears on his face: "OK, please, housekeeper Lin."

Housekeeper Lin picked up his mobile phone: "Miss Song..."

Lin Yan still closed his eyes, but tears fell from the corner of his eyes.

The ECG monitor beside the bed fluctuated slightly, and the heart rate and blood pressure rose slowly.

"Don't..." Song Yuhang choked slightly: "leave me alone."

"It's hard for me to find someone I really like. I don't want to lose her so soon."

"Lin Yan, get better. Don't forget that you promised me that I couldn't die. Don't forget that you promised me that when the case is over, we'll drink together..."

Originally, song Yuhang wanted to wait for her to wake up before telling her these words, but now somehow, she just opened the conversation box. She still hopes that if, if there is a glimmer of hope, she can hear these words, it will give her great encouragement and support, and support her to wake up and go on.

"Here I am, from now on, all the time."

Lin Yanjing was lying on the bed, wearing a ventilator, and his hair on the pillow lost its luster. He was as thin as a log, and could hardly see the ups and downs when he was in the quilt.

"That day you said on the rooftop that you were never the one who was firmly chosen, then I want to say that you are now."

Song Yuhang doesn't know if she can hear these words, but she just wants to tell her something inexplicably. If she wants to vent her love, she will go crazy.

In the first sentence, she carefully called her name.

When there was complete calm, song Yuhang said: "Lin Yan..."

There was a sound of cloth rubbing.

The housekeeper put his cell phone beside Lin Yan's pillow.

"Well, thank you."

Housekeeper Lin took a look through the screen door. The doctor had just finished the examination. He gave way to go in: "well, I can't stay too long. You can do it as soon as possible."

"Housekeeper Lin, can you see her? Can you do me a favor? I have a few words to tell her

I miss her very much.

Song Yuhang covered his lips and coughed again. His face was pale: "I know, it's just..."

Housekeeper Lin could not bear to listen to the voice over there and said, "Miss Song, listen to my advice. If you leave the Castle Peak, you are not afraid of no firewood. Take care of yourself first, and then you can..."

"I Cough... " Song Yuhang's injury is not good enough. He coughs easily when he is excited.

Even he was allowed to take care of Lin Yan for the longest time.

"Miss, this time, ah..." With a long sigh, he said, "don't be hard on me, Miss Song. The master himself ordered that no one be allowed to visit except the doctor."

Housekeeper Lin turned his back and avoided the bodyguards patrolling back and forth in the corridor.

"It's been five days. Haven't you woken up yet? How could How could Which hospital is she in now? I want to see her... "

Housekeeper Lin explains the cause and effect. Song Yuhang closes his eyes slightly disappointed, and then becomes nervous again.

"Miss hasn't woken up yet. Her mobile phone is with me for the time being."

"It's me, Miss Song." The old voice of housekeeper Lin came from the receiver.

When he saw the icon on the screen, song Yuhang brightened his eyes, and his voice was so excited that he choked: "hello? Lin... "

Knowing that she was still in a coma, song Yuhang dialed her phone in a delusional way. After a long time, a beep came. She put it down in frustration, but she didn't expect to be connected suddenly.

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