"Beep—sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unanswered."
"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unanswered."
…
Knowing that she was still unconscious, Song Yuhang dialed her phone wishfully. After a long while, a beep sounded. She put it down somewhat disappointed, but she didn't expect to be connected suddenly.
Song Yuhang's eyes lit up when he saw the icon lit up on the screen, and his voice was so excited that he choked up a little: "Hello? Lin..."
"It's me, Miss Song." Butler Lin's old voice came from the receiver.
"Miss hasn't woken up yet, her cell phone is with me temporarily."
After Lin Butler explained the cause and effect, Song Yuhang closed his eyes with a little disappointment, and then became nervous again.
"It's been five days, haven't you woken up yet? How come... how come... which hospital is she in now, I want to go and see her..."
Butler Lin turned his back to avoid the bodyguards patrolling the corridor.
"Miss this time, oh..." He sighed and said again: "Miss Song, don't embarrass me. The master personally ordered that no one is allowed to visit except the doctor."
Even he was allowed to take care of him personally because he stayed with Lin Yan for the longest time.
"I...cough cough..." Song Yuhang's injury hadn't healed yet, and he coughed easily when he got excited.
Listening to the voice over there, Steward Lin couldn't bear it, and persuaded: "Miss Song, listen to my advice, keep the green hills and don't worry about running out of firewood, take care of yourself before you can..."
Song Yuhang covered his lips and coughed a few more times, his face pale: "I know, it's just..."
Miss her very much.
"Steward Lin, can you see her, right? Can you do me a favor, I have a few words to tell her."
Butler Lin tilted his head and glanced through the glass screened door. The doctor had just checked out, and he stepped sideways to let in: "Well, I can't stay too long, you hurry up."
"Okay, thank you."
The butler put the phone beside Lin Yan's pillow.
There was a sound of cloth rubbing.
When things calmed down completely, Song Yuhang said, "Lin Yan..."
The first sentence still called her name carefully.
Song Yuhang didn't know if she could hear these words, but she just wanted to tell her something inexplicably, wanted to vent the love in her mouth, and if she kept holding it back, she would go crazy.
"You said on the rooftop that day that you were never the one who was firmly chosen, so I want to say that you are now."
Lin Yan was lying quietly on the bed, wearing a ventilator, and the hair scattered on the pillow had lost its luster. He was so skinny that he could hardly see his ups and downs under the quilt.
"With me, from now on, it has always been."
Originally, Song Yuhang wanted to tell her these words after she woke up, but now somehow, she suddenly opened up the conversation box. She still hoped that if, if there was a glimmer of hope, she could hear these words and give her The great encouragement and support can support her to wake up and go on.
"Lin Yan, get well, don't forget you promised me not to die, don't forget you promised me that we'll go drink together after the case is over..."
"I finally found someone I really like, and I don't want to lose her so soon."
"Don't..." Song Yuhang choked up slightly: "Leave me alone."
The ECG monitor placed next to the bed fluctuated slightly, and the heartbeat and blood pressure slowly rose.
Lin Yan still closed his eyes, but tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
Butler Lin picked up the phone: "Miss Song..."
Song Yuhang wiped away the tears on his face: "Okay, sorry for your inconvenience, Steward Lin."
"Oh, don't bother, it should be done. I also hope that Miss will get better soon."
Song Yuhang nodded: "Then I won't bother you anymore. If there is anything wrong with Lin Yan, please let me know in time."
"Okay, okay, goodbye."
Seeing the sound of footsteps coming from outside the screened glass door, Butler Lin quickly put away his cell phone and tucked in the blanket for Lin Yan.
After Lin Ge checked his fingerprints and walked in, Steward Lin's hand covering Lin Yan's quilt froze for a moment, and bowed respectfully: "Hello, Young Master Lin."
Lin Ge nodded and looked at the empty ward: "Why are you alone, the doctor and the nurse?"
"The doctor just left, and I'm used to taking care of the young lady, so I came to take a look."
"How are you doing today?"
"Still the same."
Butler Lin took his hand back from the quilt.
Lin Ge pulled the chair from under the bed and sat down: "Okay, then you go out, I'll stay with Yanyan for a while."
"Hey, good." The butler took two steps back, bowed to him again, and then backed out.
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"Auntie!" Just as Song Yuhang hung up the phone, the child ran in like the wind, and Ji Jingxing grabbed her by the collar and chased after her.
"Hey, hey, don't rush at your aunt, she's hurt."
Song's mother followed behind and also came in with a lunch box.
"Here, the corn rib soup you like to drink. Recently, your sister cooks it herself. Even I have a good taste."
Song Yuhang smiled, he had already hugged Xiaowei in his arms, put one arm around her, and kissed the child's smooth and tender face.
"Thank you mom, thank you sister, you have worked hard, Xiaowei, have you missed your aunt recently?"
"I think about it—" the child replied with a long milky voice.
"My aunt is not here, no one will accompany me to play football, skip rope with me, or go to the playground with me—" the child counted on his fingers, making everyone in the room laugh.
Ji Jingxing pulled her over, and tapped her nose with his fingertips: "You little brat holds grudges."
Xiao Wei smiled shyly, wearing two shofar braids, lively and cute, she broke free from her mother's arms, rolled to Song Yuhang's side, grabbed her hand, and blew air on the plaster she wrapped.
"Auntie, does it hurt? Xiaowei will blow it up for you, hehe—"
Seeing the child puffing up her cheeks and blowing vigorously, Song Yuhang softened his heart and touched her head.
"I'm sorry Xiaowei, I've been too busy these days. When my aunt is free, I promise you that my aunt will take you to the playground at Christmas."
"Mom, sit down." Ji Jingxing said, took the lunch box from Mama Song's hand and put it on the table, unscrewed the lid, scalded the bowls and chopsticks with hot water, and then poured them into bowls and handed them to her .
"You, come on, it's time for final exams around Christmas, don't let her get distracted again, besides, you're busy, we all understand, Xiao Wei speaks without restraint, don't take it to heart. "
After listening to the first half, Xiao Wei screamed and fell into grandma's arms: "Grandma, grandma, take care of mom, I don't want to go to so many cram schools—"
Song's mother's heart was about to melt, she couldn't care less about it: "Well, come and play with grandma during the winter vacation, and I promise not to let mother assign homework for you."
Now it's Ji Jingxing's turn to be dissatisfied: "Mom—"
The grandparent and grandson in that room were arguing, the soup was no longer hot, Song Yuhang wanted to reach out to pick it up, but Ji Jingxing squatted down and handed the spoon to her lips.
"Drink it while it's hot."
Song Yuhang was startled, and subconsciously turned his head away: "It's okay... I will do it myself, I will do it myself."
Ji Jingxing frowned, slightly dissatisfied. She dressed up specially before coming here today, with exquisite eyebrows and lip gloss, making her look much younger than her actual age.
The clothes are also very fashionable. The popular autumn and winter dresses with small high heels add a touch of style to the maturity. I don’t leave relatives at any time of the year. Just visiting the patients in the hospital is a bit...
What's more, from the perspective of Song Yuhang, the scenery is unobstructed.
She looked away, inexplicably recalling the scene when Lin Yan fed her in the file room that night.
Lin Yan never showed such a pitiful demeanor of being a little Chuchu, except for some special occasions of course.
Seeing her turning her face away and refusing to answer, Ji Jingxing was a little sad: "Yuhang, you—"
She paused: "Do you dislike me?"
Mother Song looked over: "This is what your sister cooked for you all morning—"
Song Yuhang shook his head: "No, thank you sister-in-law."
She called her sister-in-law, not sister.
There is a difference of one word, separated by hundreds of thousands of miles.
Ji Jingxing was struck by lightning, Song Yuhang had already lifted her up with his left hand, at the same time took the bowl in her hand and drank it down with one hand, wiping the corners of his lips with the back of his hand.
"It's delicious, but I think it's better not to eat it in the future. It's too much effort. The food in the hospital cafeteria is delicious."
Ji Jingxing's lips trembled, but in the end he didn't say anything, and turned his back to clean up the dishes.
Song Yuhang's eyes fell on her, as if he was thinking about something, Xiaowei took her hand and called her: "Auntie, Auntie, shall we play backgammon?"
Song Yuhang came back to his senses and rubbed her head: "Okay, but you promise me that my aunt will play with you for an hour, and then you will obediently go home with your mother to do your homework, okay?"
Xiao Wei nodded vigorously: "The hook cannot be changed after a hundred years of hanging."
Song Yuhang smiled softly and hooked her fingertips: "Whoever turns into a puppy."
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The blue sky and white clouds outside the window slowly flowed past. In this month, Song Yuhang called Lin Yan almost every day, but except for that one time, the call was never answered. Here comes my official appointment document and Zhang Jinhai's funeral.
That day, she woke up early, put on her long-lost uniform, buttoned her shirt, tied her tie with the help of Mother Song, put on a wide-brimmed hat, and limped out the door with a cane.
Jiangcheng funeral home.
The police car cleared the way to see the hero for the last time.
On both sides of the road, there were crowds of people holding white chrysanthemums and holding banners to see them off.
The criminal policeman, who was neatly dressed, with a white flower on his chest, and tears in his eyes, was walking in front, holding an urn covered with a party flag.
Followed by Zhang Jinhai's family members, his wife and daughter were in tears.
"The memorial service for Comrade Zhang Jinhai begins now."
"Play mourning music and fire cannons."
The "bang bang-bang" salute rose into the sky, like a loud gunshot.
"All stand up and salute the portrait of Comrade Zhang Jinhai!" Following the order of the master of ceremonies, everyone raised their hands to their temples.
Duan Cheng was dressed in black, standing in the crowd with tears streaming down his face silently.
Fang Xin and Zheng Chengrui next to them were also wearing police uniforms, with white flowers on their chests and tears in their eyes.
After the funeral, Feng Jianguo took a bottle of Moutai to the tombstone and sprinkled it.
Song Yuhang limped up the steps alone, walked to the last step, and stood still.
He touched the line of words on the tombstone: "Iron shoulders shoulder morality, devotion builds a soul of police, these are the words that Zhao Ting gave me back then."
He has been hanging in the office. Zhang Jinhai once asked him for this calligraphy, but now he can only give it to him in this way.
Song Yuhang leaned over and leaned against the tombstone with a bouquet of white chrysanthemums: "If one day I die, this will also be the best epitaph."
She looked up at the vast forest of steles, and the wind blew over, bringing the fragrance of chrysanthemums all over the mountains and plains.
Not only Zhang Jinhai, her father and elder brother lie here, but also many people she knows and doesn't know, friends, seniors or colleagues, and more brothers who can't be named but only have code names.
It is they who use blood and flesh to protect the safety of one side and the lights of thousands of families.
They were born here, grew up here, and they will return their souls to their hometown.
And one day, she would come back here, but Song Yuhang thought, that would be the best destination for a policeman.
She let go of the crutches, raised her injured right hand, and slowly brought it to her temple.
When going down the mountain, Feng Jianguo chatted with her as they walked, "I heard that you typed the report from Zhao Ting. Why did you suddenly think about it this time and learn to ask for it?"
She was originally the preferred candidate in the organization, but it has not been decided yet because there are still several strong competitors in the subordinate bureaus. Song Yuhang directly sent a report to the provincial department, enumerating the achievements she has made over the years and expressing her determination at the same time .
This person who has always been indifferent to fame and fortune finally got the hang of it, but Zhao Junfeng was very happy. After several party committee meetings, the final decision was made, and it was her.
At the same time, she also approved her response to asking for credit for Zhang Jinhai and applying for collective third-class credit for the Technical Investigation Division of Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau: Agree!
Zhao Junfeng dropped the pen and signed it.
Song Yuhang smiled: "Thank you for your reminder."
"..." Did I mention something? I was clearly reminding you not to get too close to Lin Yan!
Feng Jianguo was heartbroken: "I said, why are you so obsessed with obsession? If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have approved it for you..."
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What does collective third-class merit in peacetime mean
Duan Cheng touched the big red flower on his chest and was confused.
"Let's go, let's go to drink at night. You technical detectives have solved such a big case this time, and you have a good reputation in Zhao Ting. I guess you will be stable if you become a regular this time. You will be a solid job in the future. Please take care of me." "
A familiar friend came over to hook up, Duan Cheng lost his mind and brushed him away.
"No, go by yourself."
"Hey—look, what kind of thing is it that you turn your face and deny people just after you have done meritorious deeds!"
The friend stomped his feet in resentment, and was dragged away by the people beside him: "Forget it, forget it, don't forget it, he is a big celebrity now, let's go, let's go drink and sing K."
It means someone is bragging about it.
Duan Cheng was thinking vaguely, and unconsciously walked to the shooting gallery of the training base.
It was past working hours, but the venue was still brightly lit.
Looking in through the open door, a handsome figure is raising a gun to shoot a target.
Duan Cheng raised his foot and walked in.
After one round of ammunition was fired, the monitor next to it showed that five rounds hit the ring and five rounds missed the target.
Fang Xin gritted his teeth, a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead, and raised his sore arm again.
There was a gunshot from the shooting position next to him. Fang Xin was startled and looked over suddenly. It was Duan Cheng.
"You... why are you here?"
Duan Cheng aimed his eyes at the sight: "Aren't you all here?"
Zheng Chengrui was lying on the fitness equipment beside him doing sit-ups, panting heavily: "Oh, I can't do it, I can't do it, someone help me quickly, I can't get up, I can't get up..."
Fang Xin: "..."
Duan Cheng: "..."
When Zheng Chengrui was dying over there, he was pulled up.
Fang Xin's eyes widened, and there was a huge surprise in his eyes: "Captain Song—"
Song Yuhang nodded, walked to the shooting position next to her, reloaded and raised the gun to aim and shoot in one go.
The electronic display lights up.
ten rings.
Song Yuhang breathed a sigh of relief, moved his still aching shoulders, and then looked at them: "Long time no see, everyone."
"haven't seen you for a long time."
"haven't seen you for a long time."
After punching each of them one by one, Song Yuhang pulled the three of them over and put them shoulder to shoulder.
"Do me a favor."
"what?"
"Find Lin Yan."
After hearing this, Duan Cheng turned around and left without saying a word.
Song Yuhang stood up straight: "Obey the orders of the superior."
Duan Cheng turned around with a bitter face: "Boss Feng blames it—"
Song Yuhang coughed: "I haven't told you yet, I will be the captain of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau from now on..."
Duan Cheng ran back with a doggy face: "You need to tell me what to do."
Song Yuhang looked around: "Go out and talk, my car is outside."
A group of people closed the door of the venue and went out. Zheng Chengrui ran to buy skewers from a roadside stall, and Fang Xin followed suit, completely forgetting that a few people just swore in the venue that they must exercise their bodies to lose weight.
Duan Cheng fell behind, and he still couldn't figure out the problem.
Song Yuhang stopped and looked back at him: "Duan Cheng..."
The young man raised his head, his face was a little confused: "Huh?"
"You did a great job."
Under the moonlight, the boy's eyes turned red instantly.
Song Yuhang continued: "If it were me, I don't know if I can do better. Team Zhang's death is not your fault."
Whether the shot was hit or not, it made him feel extremely guilty and remorseful.
Duan Cheng has been immersed in such sadness for a while, he is at a loss and at a loss.
"But... but... I actually approached a... a child..."
"Crime has no age distinction, and children's evil is also evil. None of us has the right to hurt another innocent person because of our past sorrow, pain, struggle, helplessness, and resentment."
"Whether you are cynical or lonely and painful, you have the right to choose to end your own life, but you cannot deprive others of their right to live. This is a crime and the basic bottom line of being human."
Song Yuhang turned around, waved his hand, and signaled him to follow up: "Also, instead of regretting and being sad here now, it's better to do something meaningful to make yourself stronger, so that you won't be at a loss if you encounter such a situation again. And better protect the people you want to protect."
Duan Cheng thought, he understood the meaning of these third-class merits. This is the honor that Zhang Jinhai paid for with blood. The praise and praise are only superficial. What is more important is to let them always remember that they are not afraid of sacrifice and the spirit of not being afraid of sacrifice. , and then work hard to forge ahead and surpass your former self.
Duan Cheng wiped away his tears, and quickly chased after him.