Street office where the wind lives

It was only a matter of time before and after, and a touching and tearful good deed of a cadre helping a homeless man turned into a ghost story that made people pee.

To make matters worse, the koi kings in the Blessing Office were stranded collectively and were roasted into dried salted fish by the scorching afternoon sun. This is not a good omen.

Some of them stuck to the ground and couldn't be picked out. The members of the office spent a lot of effort, sweeping with brooms and rubbing with dustpans. Finally, after collecting the corpses, they wrapped them in the red silk cloth that covered the TV. Buried under the briar in the backyard as fertilizer.

Director Wei was devastated and squatted in the middle of the mess, smoking a cigarette exhausted, like a humidifier turned on to the maximum gear, thinking about life in the mist.

Mario picked up the unfinished half bowl of barbecue rice—a heartless person usually has a good sleep quality and appetite, and leaned over with his mouth pouted, "Brother Wei, our office is amazing. He has never seen so many strange and weird things in half his life, and put the ashes in cookie jars, he thought that this way he would not be discovered."

Wei Nanfeng said in his heart, who is with you, this is what bothers me, and which pot should not be opened and which pot should be lifted.No time to talk to him, poked the cigarette butt on the ground, stretched his trousers and stood up.

"Han Zhuan, clean it up, don't leave even one... that ashes!"

Han Zhuan, who was picking up the ashes on the wall, turned around in response, raised his hand chicly, and saluted a nondescript military salute, "Yes. sir." Instead, he continued to sweep the ashes from the cracks in the wall with a small brush. National Archaeological Team.

Mario is an idiot, and Director Xiao Wei is not in the mood to talk to him.Then he went to join Han Zhuan, whom he had known for less than half an hour. The two two hundred and five got together and hit it off. Han Zhuan even picked out a handy tool for Mario and asked him to help shovel ashes.

"It's okay to rub the mud, anyway, it will be buried in the soil anyway, and the family doesn't need to be so meticulous."

Wei Nanfeng rubbed his face wearily, and lamented the teacher's wide range of contacts, "Who do you know..."

Couldn't bear to look directly at the two mentally retarded people who were playing with the ashes as mud, and went back to the house in a serious manner.

The small electric fan whirred, and Luan Zhou was feeding Nie Yiming with two boxes of leftover cold rice noodles.

Captain Nie has not eaten for more than ten hours since last night, and is about to break through the limit of human - no - foodie.People who don't usually stick to spicy food will put red oil in their mouths without rinsing it off with water.Luan Zhou was taken aback, and quickly twisted a bottle of drink and handed it to him, "Captain Nie just ordered water, it's easy to get angry."

Wei Nanfeng watched him open the huge mouth of the abyss to inhale the wind, his throat was a little tight, he pulled out the chair and sat down beside them.

I'm afraid that Nie Yiming will have a shadow of shooting/gunning for a long time after this, not to mention being bitten by a snake for ten years and fearing that the well rope is the same. A living person was almost shot to death by himself.For those who are less courageous, I am afraid that the police cap on the top of the head will be removed. In contrast, Captain Nie just lost his sense of taste for a while, and it seems that there is no serious problem.

"Captain Nie, what are you going to do with him?" Wei Nanfeng asked, glancing at the homeless man in the corner with his neck hunched.

"This stealing of ashes is indeed the first time in the world, but stealing anything is stealing. If you get stolen goods, you should be punished as the crime of theft. No matter how you say it, you should be sentenced to three years and then a symbolic fine. Normally, if it is diagnosed as a mentally ill person who cannot control his behavior through legal procedures..." Nie Yiming choked and hiccupped, "Well, I can only order my family members or relevant departments to strictly supervise, and I don't have to bear criminal responsibility."

Wei Nanfeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He always felt that this tramp didn't seem to be mentally retarded. He couldn't jump to conclusions based on his good handwriting. He stole the ashes by name. There must be some unspeakable difficulties. The soul of the nosy Sister Ma is about to be unsealed, he wants to take a gamble!

"Captain Nie, why do you think he stole the ashes of Yao Jiantan?"

Nie Yiming spit fire hotly, then raised his head and took a few sips of drinks, "Ah~ It seems that he knew the deceased. As for the relationship between the two, we need to investigate further. Neither of them should be local. Han doesn't even have a document to show his identity, so there is a high possibility that he is a black household."

Wei Nanfeng: "Then does he need to be taken back to the police station for detention before being found out?"

Nie Yiming swallowed the last copy hand, and said helplessly: "If you have family members, you can take them home to take care of them, but you see, he lives in a slump even worse than Sanmao. We can only take him back. That's it—the second half of the year is the peak season for criminals' activities, and there are not enough cells in the detention center, alas, worrying people."

Wei Nanfeng and Luan Zhou exchanged glances, and said tentatively, "Then why don't you just leave him on the Wuyi Road? There are so many people watching. Don't worry, Captain Nie, he won't be able to fly even if he has wings."

Nie Yiming opened his mouth into an O shape, and slapped the table, the meaning of "you are fucking kidding me" in his tone was clear:

"Director Wei, don't be joking. When you help the poor, you also need to see if the person is good. This is a mental illness at a young level, but at a high level it is a criminal. Don't take the crime of theft seriously. Residential areas are most afraid of this type of person. As a mass cadre, you can let a dangerous person walk around the big guy all day long, can't you?"

Wei Nanfeng never thought it would be so easy for him to let go, and continued to persuade him with nice words.Just at this time, Han Zhuan came in with the jar in his arms.

The original top cover was deformed by the collision, so he had to wrap the inner three layers and the outer three layers with transparent glue, and sealed a... urn with a panoramic sunroof.

"Brother, everything is packed. The leader will come to the funeral parlor for inspection in the afternoon. I can't stay long. I have to go back now. It's a pity that the goldfish in the tank must have spent a lot of thought on raising it. I will definitely buy another bag to compensate you when I come back next time." .”

Wei Nanfeng wants to correct that it is a koi carp, which is different from the colorful ornamental fish in the flower market, but if you think about it carefully, what is the difference?Didn’t they just get a little fatter after eating, each of them had advanced fatty liver, and they burped within less than a minute out of the water, so it’s not as good as watching fish.

He tried his best to squeeze out a kind smile, "It's not your fault, don't take it to heart, keep it for fun, if it dies, it will save you changing the water and feeding it every day."

Han Zhuan smiled, and even claimed that it was because he was really in a hurry, and stopped distributing professional fake smiles everywhere, picked up the special urn, and got on the funeral car of the funeral parlor. From the heart.

"When I die, I must put popcorn in the coffin and burn it together."

Watching the car gradually drive away, Luan Zhou muttered in a low voice.

I thought the voice was low enough, but Wei Nanfeng still caught it: "Did you let the exhaust fume blow your mind? What are you talking about, little comrade, you have six or seventy years of life. If you want to eat popcorn, let's buy it now. What's not dead? Yes, how unlucky, hurry up, touch the wood to get rid of the bad luck."

Luan Zhou obediently clicked on his cuff button, and spat three times, "Bah, bah, bah."

"I just envisioned it and didn't plan to take action immediately."

"Popcorn popping at high temperature will give off a very fragrant smell, and it will also make a bang bang sound, like setting off firecrackers. This kind of cremation ceremony is much more interesting than a group of people bowing to me. It would be great if the funeral could make people feel happy .”

He often pops out a few words that don't make sense, which is probably a common problem of writers.At first it sounds like a wild and unintelligible, but it's interesting when you think about it carefully. Anyway, no matter what he says, Wei Nanfeng can understand it, and that's the most important thing.

The two of them suddenly thought of Mrs. Huo at the same time. It was less than a hundred days since she died alone, and even the people who walked together in the past were no longer mentioned. It seemed that she had never existed. The residents of Wuyi Road are really forgetful.

Before he had time to feel sad for Mrs. Huo, Luan Zhou thought about himself again.

When Mrs. Huo passed away, at least Wuyi Road People's Street would see her off. Someone even took the risk of stealing the ashes of this unmasked deceased.

What if it was him?Is it the extravagant hope that Luan Dongyang will set aside a fraction of his savings to buy a cemetery for him?Or do you wish Ms. Sang Ting to take time out of her busy schedule to take care of her son's funeral?

This was the first time that Luan Zhou seriously thought about this problem. He realized that if he hadn't met Wei Nanfeng, he would have been alone, without family or friends, and would have come to the world naked, and walked away empty-handed. Waves are insignificant in the vast sea of ​​people.

Just like a solitary boat sailing in the sea, any wave that hits it may be a disaster.

Just as he was thinking of the place where he was fascinated, there was a warm feeling in the palm of his hand. Wei Nanfeng took his hand and interlocked his fingers.

Rubbing his thumb lightly on the back of his hand twice, he said in a deep voice, "What you worry about won't happen, because I'm here."

The sudden love talk was too sugary. I didn't expect the old cadre to be quite flirtatious. Luan Zhou stopped thinking about it and held this big hand tightly. The complex texture on it can be felt where the palms meet. The two lines of love are connected end to end to form a The closed circle firmly holds the two hearts together, and is willing to draw the ground as a prison.

At this time, a burst of mobile phone ringing broke the wind and snow, and everyone pricked up their ears at the same time.

Nie Yiming's Nokia is a loudspeaker, and he can hear the other party's voice clearly.

"Team Nie, we checked the archives of other provinces and found something new."

"Okay, tell me!"

"The name Yao Jiantan was on the enlistment list in Yuzhou County in 1997!"

"Enlist in the army?" The receiver went blank for a moment, and Nie Yiming glanced at the corner in disbelief: "Send the entire list."

A list with black-and-white photos came quickly, and the inch-by-inch photos of fifty young soldiers were arranged on the screen. Due to the age, there were only paper documents, and the photos were reproduced and then scanned. All of them looked about the same .

Fortunately, the data officer marked Yao Jiantan's name, and Nie Yiming zoomed in on it on purpose. This face is really ordinary, like cannon fodder in a film and television drama.There are also some slight eight-character eyebrows, which is the kind of "sparse eyebrows, poor fortune, and hard work for a lifetime" appearance that fortune tellers love to fool.

Although a policeman should treat everyone equally, Nie Yiming was still a little disappointed in his heart. He thought that the person who would make people think about him after death and even go to any lengths to steal the ashes should be such a unparalleled figure. As an adult, you can see an ordinary man who will lose his head in middle age.

"Even if this kind of person is a soldier, after two years, he should be discharged and go home to farm." Nie Yiming muttered, "Why are you stealing his ashes? You really are a fool."

Wei Nanfeng smiled and said nothing, took a look at the phone: It seems that I really worry too much, he thought.

However, in the next second, all doubts came back again.

Wei Nanfeng swipe down casually, revealing the face of the next recruit. The black and white photo will make the person's facial features more three-dimensional. This person's nose is straight, and his eyebrows and eyes are somewhat familiar. Although the photo is blurry, it can be seen—— There are two obvious moles on his forehead and cheek!It exactly matches the position of the "Seven Stars" on the homeless man's face!

"This..." Wei Nanfeng opened his eyes wide and compared it carefully, and confirmed that if the young man in the photo grew up according to the normal trajectory, he would look like a homeless man in middle age.

"Talking about the same hometown with Yao Jian, and the two of them joined the army in the same batch..." He quickly finished reading the materials silently, and found that the New World was like:

"Look at this man!"

Luan Zhou and Nie Yiming were stunned when they heard the sound.

"This is a person!"

"Impossible, how could it not be found in the archives of veterans' information?" Nie Yiming repeatedly checked the two people's information in a few words, frowning.

At this moment, Wei Nanfeng had already walked towards the corner of the wall, squatted down half an arm's distance away from the homeless man, and asked in a serious tone:

"Song Bergamot? Is that you?"