When Yang Zhao was in the house, he had already heard voices from outside.
The police led them to the gate, and said to Chen Mingsheng and Yang Zhao, "The records are finished, thank you for your hard work."
Yang Zhao said, "Then can we go?"
"Okay." The policeman nodded and said, "You can go. By the way, are you tourists?"
"Yeah." Yang Zhao said, "I came to Mount Wutai to play."
The policeman thought about it, and said: "Well, you guys wait a little longer, it's too late now, and there is no car at the door, and Xiao Liu will come out later and ask him to drive you to the hotel. Have you booked a hotel?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "Not yet."
"Then how about this? I'll ask Xiao Liu to take you directly to our guest house later. The conditions are okay. I'll tell them that it can be cheaper."
Chen Mingsheng looked at Yang Zhao, who nodded.
"Then I will trouble you."
"No trouble, no trouble." The policeman said, "It should."
They walked to the hall, where there were two women, one old and one young, and a child who seemed to be five or six years old. The three of them were crying together in the hall.
"What can my family do! If you lock him up, what can our family do—"
Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng stood behind, and she could see that these people should be relatives of the two arrested people, but she didn't know which of the two they belonged to.
Yang Zhao looked around quietly, the two women were dressed very ordinary, even a bit shabby, and it seemed that the conditions at home were not good.
Xue Miao once said that it is easy for women to see their standard of living, because women are very sensitive and weak, just like delicate flowers. Any exposure to wind and rain will leave obvious marks.
The same is true for this woman. Just by looking at her, one can feel the obvious poverty and embarrassment. These two things mixed together form a kind of savagery.
"You can't lock him up! Otherwise, our family will not survive!"
The little policeman stood in front of the woman and said, "My relative, please calm down. Our investigation is not over yet. It is difficult for us to work if you make such a fuss."
"Investigate what!? Investigate what!?" The woman pulled the little policeman's sleeve and tore it vigorously. "He just smoked something and didn't harm anyone. If you want to lock him up, this is driving our family to a dead end!"
The little policeman looked sad and said: "If it is really just his own drug use, it is not considered a crime, but if he violates the Public Security Management Law, we will subject him to compulsory drug rehabilitation and public security detention."
"I'm dying! Mom! Did you hear that, let's just die together!" The woman howled loudly, with a miserable expression on her face. Yang Zhao felt a little noisy and took two steps back.
The old police officer who took the record couldn't stand it any longer, and stepped forward, "Stop making noise!"
The woman was startled, then sat on the ground and began to cry.
"If you do this again, it will affect the handling of the case, and you will be detained together!"
"You're arrested!" The woman stared at the policeman, "You locked me up too! Locked up our whole family!"
"you-"
Before the police could say anything more, another car suddenly came to the door, and two men got out of the car and entered the police station.
Another policeman stopped them at the door, "What are you doing?"
A man said: "Ah, hello, police comrades, I am a reporter from the Morning Post. I just received a call saying that there is a case here, and I came to find out the situation."
After speaking, he handed over his business card to the police.
The police took a look and said, "Who called? We are not accepting interviews now."
"I hit it!"
Everyone looked at the woman. The woman stood up from the ground, came to the reporter, held the reporter's hand tightly, and said, "I'm calling, please help me! Our family depends on him alone. If he gets in, how will we live!"
"Wait, wait first." The reporter took out the recording pen from his pocket, and the policeman saw it and said, "I told you we won't accept interviews, please cooperate."
The woman seemed completely insane, and the policeman wanted to pull her away, so she took off her blouse, exposed her underwear, and puffed out her chest, shouting, "Come on! Come on!" The policeman frowned and avoided she.
"Madam, don't make such a fuss." The reporter said, "Please explain the specific situation first."
The little policeman said first, "Her husband took drugs on the train and was arrested. Now he is on trial. She is here to make trouble."
The woman hissed and said to the reporter: "Reporter! My old mother is almost 80 this year and can't bear this stimulation at all. Look how scared my son is."
When the reporter looked into the hall, a five or six-year-old boy was crying with a wrinkled face, but his voice seemed very strange.
The reporter said, "What happened to him?"
The woman cried: "My son's life is miserable. He was born with a fever that burned his throat and ears, and he can't speak. He has the best relationship with his father. If his father enters, my son will not be able to survive."
Deaf children
The reporter became interested and took a few steps forward, but the policeman at the door blocked him back with a bad tone.
"We refuse to interview, you go first."
The reporter put the recorder in front of the police and said, "Comrade police, why don't you avoid children when you arrest people?"
The policeman frowned.
"Drug abuse is definitely a violation of public security regulations, but when we arrest people, can we try to avoid harm to the child? After all, this child is so young and he is a deaf-mute child. His father was arrested in front of the child. The psychological impact must be very bad.”
The little policeman pointed at the woman angrily and said, "She brought the child here by herself, and we didn't arrest them in front of them."
The woman yelled at him: "Is it wrong for the child not to let his father go!? Aren't you raised by your own father!?"
The old policeman roared, "Be careful what you say!"
The woman raised another decibel and shouted: "The child is only with his father! If you lock him in, the child will be left to you!"
"Okay!" The old policeman was so angry that he said loudly, "Come on! You can issue me a certificate of severing ties now. If you commit the crime of abandonment, I will also lock you up!"
"Old Qiu, calm down." A policeman next to him touched the old policeman's arm.
The woman sat on the ground, holding the baby and started crying.
The reporter squatted on the ground and asked the woman, "How is your family's situation?"
"My family lives next to the train station, and there is a stall selling skewers. I can earn at most two to three thousand yuan a month, all of which are treated by the children. The stall was inspected by them last month. My husband went out. I asked my old relative to borrow money, and I was arrested just after I came back. If he is locked up, then our family will die."
The little policeman said: "Barbecue stalls are not allowed in the square in front of the train station. I have said it many times."
"Then what do you want us to do!? How do you want us to live!?"
The little policeman frowned and looked aside.
The reporter said to the little policeman: "Comrade policeman, you only see that they made mistakes, but you didn't see how miserable the lives of the masses are."
The little policeman was also so angry that he was speechless.
"I don't think you need to expect anything."
Suddenly a plain female voice came, and everyone present paused. They turned their heads and looked at the woman standing inside.
With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Chen Mingsheng also turned his head to look at Yang Zhao.
Obviously, no one thought she would speak.
Yang Zhao was speaking to the woman sitting on the ground crying.
"You should thank the police for not letting you get the bad news that your husband has spent all the borrowed money in the first place."
The woman glared at her, "How do you know it's all spent!?"
Yang Zhao's expression remained unchanged, and he said flatly, "Because I can think."
The woman reflected for a while before she understood what she meant, and immediately jumped up and rushed towards Yang Zhao, "What are you!?"
The policeman stopped her, "Be careful!"
The reporter also looked this way. He saw Chen Mingsheng beside Yang Zhao, and asked, "Are the two of them—"
The little policeman said, "You don't have to worry about who they are."
The reporter's head was flexible, and after thinking about what Yang Zhao said just now, he said, "They must be reporting on the masses."
The little policeman frowned and didn't speak. If there is no monitoring, no recording pen and camera he brought, he really wants to beat this reporter up.
As soon as the reporter saw Chen Mingsheng's legs, he immediately became excited. The disabled train witted against drug dealers, and the press release had already formed in his mind.
He extended the recording pen to Chen Mingsheng and said, "Sir, can I interview you alone?"
The policeman at the door couldn't bear it anymore, and pushed the reporter out, "I said several times that I would not accept interviews, and if you do this again, you will be obstructing official duties!"
The reporter was pushed, pulled out a camera, and snapped pictures inside.
Chen Mingsheng has been leaning against the wall to smoke, no matter what the woman scolded in the room, he didn't raise his eyelids, but when the reporter picked up the camera to take two pictures, he suddenly raised his eyes, in the blue-white smoke , looking at the reporter.
The policeman came over and said to Chen Mingsheng, "It's okay, you don't have to worry about them." He turned to the little policeman and said, "Xiao Liu, go and send them to the guest house first, and tell them to give them a discount."
"Okay, okay." The little policeman didn't look like he was tossing around with this woman anymore, and called Chen Mingsheng and Yang Zhao to go out.
When Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng walked to the door, the police were still blocking the reporter. Chen Mingsheng passed them on the left, and when he passed by, Chen Mingsheng suddenly stretched out his left hand and reached under the arm of the policeman at the door. His index finger hooked the strap of the camera. Raising his hand, he pulled the camera off the reporter's neck.
Obviously no one expected this situation, the reporter was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately said: "What are you doing with my camera?"
Chen Mingsheng didn't speak, he lowered his head slightly, turned the camera over, and deleted a few photos.
"What are you doing!?" The reporter glared at Chen Mingsheng, "Give me back the camera! Comrade police, don't you care!?"
The police annoyed him to death and pretended not to listen.
Chen Mingsheng returned the camera to the police and said, "Excuse me, let's go first."
The policeman nodded at him with the camera, "Okay, Xiao Liu, go and drive."
"Hey!? What's going on? Don't worry about grabbing things?"
The policeman said impatiently: "You should say a few words less, it's embarrassing for you to take pictures of people without their consent."
"I am a reporter, and it is my right to take pictures and interview."
There was still arguing back and forth, but Chen Mingsheng and Yang Zhao had already left the police station with their luggage.
Xiao Liu drove the van just now and picked them up.
"The hostel is very close, and there is a bus at the door. If you want to go to Mount Wutai, you can take the bus to get here directly. There are buses next to the train station. Many buses are dispatched every day to reach the scenic spots of Mount Wutai." Xiao Liu said enthusiastically .
Chen Mingsheng nodded and said, "Well, thank you."
"You're welcome, hey, I'm letting you guys make trouble together today, don't take it too seriously, and travel well. Our Wutai Mountain is the first of the four famous Buddhist mountains in the country, so you must take a good look around."
"Okay." Chen Mingsheng said, "You have worked hard too."
"It's okay." The little policeman smiled helplessly and said, "I'm used to it. It's not easy to do this job."
After a while of silence, Chen Mingsheng said in a low voice, "It's not easy..."
Yang Zhao was sitting by the window. She looked at the reflection through the car window, but she couldn't see the profile of her brows clearly, and she remained silent.
The guest house is very close, and it takes more than ten minutes to drive there. Xiao Liu helped arrange the room along the way.
The arrangement was an ordinary standard room. The room was small and a bit old, but fortunately it was clean.
After Chen Mingsheng thanked Xiao Liu, he left.
Yang Zhao put the luggage in the corner, opened the box, took out the change of underwear, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
After she washed it, Chen Mingsheng changed it to wash.
Chen Mingsheng took a shower quickly. He changed into a vest and gray trousers and came out of the bathroom.
Yang Zhao sat on the bed and tidied up her things. Seeing him coming out, she raised her head and said, "Chen Mingsheng, come here."
Chen Mingsheng walked over with a cane and a towel around his neck. He wiped his hair with his hand and sat beside Yang Zhao's bed. Yang Zhao sat down, took the towel, and wiped his hair.
They used the same body wash, and they had a faint fragrance. Yang Zhao felt that Chen Mingsheng, who let her wipe his hair with his head down, was much better than usual, so she bent her neck and kissed him next to his neck.
Chen Mingsheng might feel a little itchy, so he gave a low chuckle.
Yang Zhao spread the white towel and hugged Chen Mingsheng. Chin rests on his shoulder.
Chen Mingsheng shook her hand and said with a light smile, "What's the matter, are you tired?"
"It's okay, I'm not tired." Yang Zhao said.
Her wet hair was still sticking to Chen Mingsheng's cheek, it was cool.
It was already midnight, and the night was quiet.
Yang Zhao rested his pillow on Chen Mingsheng's neck, looked at the lacquered desk lamp by the bedside, and said in a low voice, "Chen Mingsheng, is there anything you want to say to me?"