"Beep—Sorry, the call you dialed is temporarily unanswered."

"Sorry, the call you dialed is temporarily unanswered."

…

Knowing that she was still in a coma, Song Yuhang still dialed her phone wishfully, and a beep sounded after a long while. She was a little bit lost and let it go, but she didn't expect to be called on suddenly.

When he saw the icon lit up on the screen, Song Yuhang's eyes lit up, and his voice was so agitated that he choked a little: "Hello? Lin..."

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

"The young lady hasn't woken up yet, her cell phone is with me temporarily."

Steward Lin explained the cause and effect, Song Yuhang closed his eyes slightly disappointed, and then became nervous again.

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

Butler Lin turned his back, avoiding the bodyguards patrolling back and forth in the corridor.

"Miss, this time, oh..." He sighed and said again: "Miss Song, don't make it difficult for me. The master personally ordered that no one except the doctor is allowed to come to visit."

Even he was allowed to take care of him personally just because he had been with Lin Wei for the longest time.

"I...cough cough..." Song Yuhang's injury is not fully healed, and he coughs easily when he gets excited.

Steward Lin listened to the voice over there and couldn't bear it. He persuaded, "Ms. Song listened to my advice, so that you can stay in the green mountains without fear of firewood. Take care of yourself first and then..."

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

Miss her very much.

"Steward Lin, can you see her, right? Could you please do me a favor, I have a few words to tell her."

Steward Lin tilted his head and glanced in through the glass screen door. Just after the doctor checked it out, he turned sideways to let in: "Okay, I can't stay for too long, you as soon as possible."

"Okay, thank you."

The butler put the phone next to Lin Fan's pillow.

There was a sound of cloth rubbing.

When it calmed down completely, Song Yuhang said, "Lin Wei..."

The first sentence still carefully called her name.

Song Yuhang didn't know if she could hear these words, but she was inexplicably trying to tell her something, wanting to vent her love, and holding it back, she would be crazy.

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

Lin Nian lay quietly on the bed, wearing a ventilator, and the hair scattered on the pillow lost its luster. He was as thin as a wood, and he could barely see the ups and downs in the quilt.

"With me, from now on, it has always been."

Originally, Song Yuhang wanted to wait for her to wake up before telling her, but now somehow, she opened the conversation box with a single brain. She still hopes that if, if there is a glimmer of hope, she can hear these words, they can be given to her. The great encouragement and support can support her to wake up and walk on.

"Lin Wei, get well, don't forget that you promised me not to die, and don't forget that you promised me that the case is over and we will go drinking together..."

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

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

The ECG monitor by the bed fluctuated slightly, and the heartbeat and blood pressure slowly rose.

Lin Wei still closed his eyes, but tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Steward Lin picked up the phone: "Miss Song..."

Song Yuhang wiped away the tear marks on his face: "Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you, butler Lin."

"Oh, no trouble, what should be done, I also hope that the young lady will get better soon."

Song Yuhang nodded: "Then I won't bother you. If Lin Tien has any problems, please tell me in time."

"Good, good, goodbye."

Seeing the sound of footsteps coming from outside the glass screen door, Steward Lin hurriedly put the phone away and tucked the quilt on behalf of Lin.

Lin Ge checked his fingerprints and walked in. The steward Lin stiffened his hand covering the quilt for Lin Fan, and bowed respectfully: "Hello, Master Lin."

Lin Ge nodded and looked at the empty ward: "Why are you alone, doctor and nurse?"

"As soon as the doctor left, I got used to taking care of the young lady, so I came to have a look."

"How about getting bored today?"

"Still the same."

Butler Lin took his hand from the quilt.

Lin Ge pulled down the chair from the bottom of the bed and sat down: "Okay, then you can go out. I'll be tired of waiting for a while."

"Hey, good." The butler took two steps back, then bowed to him again, and then retreated.

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"Aunt!" As soon as Song Yuhang hung up the phone, the child ran in like the wind, Ji Jingxing caught her collar and chased after her.

"Hey, hey, don't rush your aunt, she has injuries."

Mother Song followed and walked in with the lunch box.

"Here, the corn rib soup you like to drink has recently been cooked by your sister herself, even I have a good taste."

Song Yuhang smiled, already holding Xiao Wei in his arms, put one arm around her, and kissed the tender face of the child.

"Thank you mom, thank you sister, you guys worked hard, Xiaowei, have you missed your aunt lately?"

"Think about—" the child replied with a long milky voice.

"My aunt is not there, no one plays football with me, no one jumps rope with me, no one goes to the playground with me—" The child counted with his fingers, making everyone in the room amused.

Ji Jingxing pulled the person over and nodded her nose with his fingertips: "You little fellow bears a grudge."

Xiao Wei smiled embarrassedly, **** with two croissants, lively and cute, broke free from his mother's arms, and rolled to Song Yuhang's side, holding her hand and blowing on her wrapped plaster.

"Auntie, does it hurt? Xiao Wei will blow to you, huhu—"

Seeing the child puffing up his cheeks and blowing hard, Song Yuhang felt soft and touched her head.

"Sorry Xiaowei, I have been too busy these days. When my aunt is free, I promise you that my aunt will take you to the playground during Christmas."

"Mom, sit down." Ji Jingxing said, took the lunch box in Mama Song's hand and put it on the table, twisted the lid, scalded the dishes with hot water, and put a spoonful into the bowl and handed it to her. .

"You, come on, it's the time for the final exams around Christmas, don't let her get distracted again, besides, you are busy, we all understand, Xiao Wei Tong said nothing, don't take it to your heart. "

After listening to the first half, Xiaowei screamed and fell into her grandma's arms: "Grandma, grandma, you care about mom, I don't want to go to so many cram schools—"

Mother Song's heart is about to melt, where can she take care of so much: "Well, well, come to grandma to play during the winter vacation. Make sure not to let your mother assign you homework."

Now it's Ji Jingxing's turn to be dissatisfied: "Mom—"

The ancestors and grandchildren were arguing, the soup was not hot anymore, Song Yuhang wanted to reach out by himself, but Ji Jingxing squatted down and handed the spoon to her lips.

"Drink while it's hot."

Song Yuhang was startled, and subconsciously turned his head to avoid: "It's okay...I will do it myself, I will do it myself."

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

The clothes are also very fashionable. The popular autumn and winter dresses and small high heels add a touch of amorous feelings to the maturity. They don’t leave relatives every year and every year, just come to the hospital to see patients, and some...

What's more, looking at the past from the perspective of Song Yuhang, the scenery is unobstructed.

She turned her gaze away, and inexplicably remembered the situation in the filing room when Lin Tien fed her dinner that night.

Lin Fan would never show such a pitiful look of being a little Chuchu, except for certain special occasions.

Ji Jingxing looked away from her face and refused to answer, a little sad: "Yu Hang, you—"

She paused: "Do you dislike me?"

Mother Song looked over: "This is what your sister made specially for you all morning—"

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

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

A word difference, separated by a hundred and eight thousand miles.

When Ji Jingxing was struck by lightning, Song Yuhang had helped her with his left hand, and at the same time took the bowl in her hand and took a drink with one hand, and wiped the corners of his lips with the back of his hand.

"It's delicious, but I think it's better to stop it in the future. It's too much trouble. The food in the hospital cafeteria is delicious."

Ji Jingxing's lips trembled, and finally said nothing, turned his back to clean up the dishes.

Song Yuhang's gaze fell on her, as if thinking about something, Xiaowei took her hand and called her: "Aunt, aunt, shall we play backgammon, okay?"

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 have to obediently go home with your mother to do your homework, okay?"

Xiaowei nodded vigorously: "Hanging on the hook will not change for a hundred years."

Song Yuhang smiled softly and hooked her fingertips: "Whoever becomes a puppy."

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The blue sky and white clouds outside the window slowly flowed past. During this month, Song Yuhang would call Lin Wei almost every day, but except for that time, the call was never answered. She was waiting in such an anxious manner, welcoming Here comes his official appointment documents and Zhang Jinhai's funeral.

That day, she woke up early that day, put on her long-lost uniform, buttoned her shirt, tied her tie with Mama Song's help, put on a wide-brimmed hat, and limped out the door with her crutches.

Jiangcheng Funeral Home.

The police car cleared the way to give the hero one last ride.

On both sides of the road, there were people who took the white chrysanthemum and pulled banners to see them off.

Dressed neatly, with white flowers on his chest, the detective with tears in his eyes walked forward, and the urn in his hand was covered with a party flag.

Behind him were Zhang Jinhai's family members, and his wife and daughter cried into tears.

"Comrade Zhang Jinhai's memorial service will begin now."

"Play sorrow and fire the cannon."

"Bang-bang-pop" The salute rose into the sky like a loud gun.

"All stand up and salute the portrait of Comrade Zhang Jinhai!" Following the command of the emcee, everyone raised their hands to the side of 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 and walked to the tombstone and spilled it.

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

He touched the line on the tombstone: "Iron shoulders bear morality and integrity, build vigilance soul, this is the character Zhao Ting gave me back then."

He has been hanging in the office, and Zhang Jinhai once asked him for the handwriting, but now he can only give it to him in this way.

Song Yuhang leaned over and leaned a bunch of white chrysanthemums next to the tombstone: "If one day I sacrifice, 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.

Here not only lies Zhang Jinhai, her father and elder brothers, but also a lot of people she knows, senior friends or colleagues, and many more brothers who cannot be named but only code.

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

They were born here, grew up here, and they will return their souls to their hometowns.

And one day, she will come back here, but Song Yuhang thought that it would be the best destination for a policeman.

She released her crutches, raised her injured right hand, and slowly brought it to the temple.

When going down the mountain, Feng Jianguo chatted with her as she walked: "I heard that Zhao Ting's report was sent by you. Why did you suddenly want to open it this time and learn to take the initiative to pay it back?"

She was originally the preferred candidate for the organization, but it has not been decided yet. Because there are still several strong competitors in the sub-bureaus, Song Yuhang directly sent a report to the provincial government, counting her merits over the years, and at the same time expressing her determination. .

This person who has always been indifferent to fame and fortune finally got the hang of it, but Zhao Junfeng was happy, and after several party committee meetings, the final decision was made, and it was her.

At the same time, she also approved her response to requesting credit for Zhang Jinhai and applying for the third-class collective credit for the Technical Investigation Division of the Jiang City Public Security Bureau: Agree!

Zhao Junfeng signed his pen when he fell.

Song Yuhang smiled: "I would like to thank you for your suggestion."

"..." Did I mention something? I am clearly reminding you not to go too close to Lin Fan!

Feng Jianguo was heartbroken: "I said, why are you so obsessive, I would not approve you if I knew it..."

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What does the collective third-class merit in the peaceful age mean?

Duan Cheng felt the big red flower on his chest and was lost.

"Let’s go, go for a drink at night. You have solved such a big case this time by technical investigation. You have a long face in Zhao Ting. I guess you are stable this time. You will be an iron rice bowl from now on. Take care. "

A familiar friend came over and hooked up his shoulders, Duan Cheng frustrated and flicked him away.

"No, go by yourself."

"Eh-look, you turned your face and didn't recognize people as soon as you have done your work, what!"

My friend stomped and bitterly, and was dragged away by someone on the side: "Forget it, forget it, don't forget it, people are now a big red, walk around, let's drink and sing K."

Means that someone brags and pursues.

Duan Cheng thought vaguely, and unknowingly walked to the shooting range of the training base.

It's past get off work hours, and the stadium is still brightly lit.

Looking in through the open door, a handsome figure is raising a gun and shooting a target.

Duan Cheng raised his foot and walked in.

After one bullet was hit, the screen display next to it showed five rounds on the ring and five missed the target.

Fang Xin gritted his teeth, a thin layer of sweat oozes from his forehead, and raised his aching arm again.

There was a gunshot from the shooting position next to him, and Fang Xin was taken aback. He looked over at him. It was Duan Cheng.

"You... why are you here?"

Duan Cheng looked at the front sight with his eyes: "Aren't you all here?"

Zheng Chengrui was lying on the fitness equipment beside him doing sit-ups, panting hard, "Oh, I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, whoever comes to help me, can't get up, 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 a huge surprise burst into his eyes: "Team Song—"

Song Yuhang nodded, walked to the shooting position next to her, changed the bullet 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, moving his shoulders that were still aching, and then looked at them: "It's been a long time since you guys."

"long time no see."

"long time no see."

After fists with them one by one, Song Yuhang drew the three people over and held their heads side by side.

"give me a hand."

"what?"

"Looking for Lin Wei."

Duan Cheng turned around after hearing a word.

Song Yuhang stood up straight: "Obey the superior's order."

Duan Cheng turned around with a bitter face: "Feng Ju is to blame—"

Song Yuhang coughed: "I haven't told you yet. From now on, I will be the captain of the Criminal Investigation Division of the Jiangcheng Public Security Bureau..."

Duan Cheng ran back again with a dogged expression: "What needs to be done, you say."

Song Yuhang looked around: "Go out and talk, my car is outside."

The group closed the doors of the venue and went out. Zheng Chengrui ran to buy the skewers from the roadside stall. Fang Xin followed, completely forgetting that a few people were just in the venue and vowed to exercise and lose weight.

Duan Cheng was behind, but he still couldn't figure out the problem.

Song Yuhang paused and looked back at him: "Duan Cheng..."

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

"You did a great job."

Under the moonlight, the boy's eyes reddened 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 that shot was hit or missed, his heart was extremely guilty and self-blame.

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

"But...but...I actually turned towards a...a child..."

"Crimes regardless of age, children's evil is also evil, no one of us has the right to hurt another innocent person because of the sorrow, pain, struggle, helplessness, resentment in the past..."

"Whether you are cynical or lonely and painful, you have the right to choose to end your life, but you cannot deprive others of the right to live. This is a crime and the basic bottom line of being born."

Song Yuhang turned around, waved his hand, and motioned to him to follow: "Also, instead of regretting and sad here now, it is better to do something meaningful to make yourself stronger. If you encounter such a situation, you will not be at a loss. You can also better protect the people you want to protect."

Duan Cheng thought, he understands the meaning of these third-class merits. This is the honor Zhang Jinhai has exchanged with blood. The praise and praise are only superficial. More importantly, they should always remember that they are not afraid of sacrifice, and they are not afraid of sacrifice. , And then work hard and forge ahead to surpass the previous self.

Duan Cheng wiped away his tears and hurried to catch up.