Spoil You All Your Life

The urban area in the southwest of city y.

Mo Zimu looked around after getting out of the car. The road was not dirty, but it was not very clean, because it was on the edge of the city, the buildings were not high, and there were no good living facilities. Most of them would be in the city. center of.

"Old Yan's door is closed?" Su Junmo closed the door and got out of the car and walked to Mo Zimu.

"It should be."

Mo Zimu and Su Junmo knocked on the low wooden door several times, but no one inside agreed and there was no sound.

"Is it not there?" Su Junmo asked.

"Impossible. Old Yan's actions are not very convenient, his thinking is chaotic, his clear time is short, and he cannot leave home."

The area where Yan Lao lived had undergone a major urban reform many years ago. The original place was re-planned. Many of the residents who lived at the time moved out after receiving subsidies from the government. A small part of them still stayed here. After buying a new house, Yan Lao is one of them that needs to be relocated.

However, the 14-year-old Yan Lao participated in the Long March of the Red Army. He fell on his legs and walked a little lame. After the war, he returned to his hometown where he was a small village. Because his legs and feet were unsuccessful, he was afraid of delaying the girl of good people. He has never married a wife and had children. When he was in his forties, he picked up a child. In the 1980s, that kid joined the army. In the past few years, he would send letters back twice a year in the army. There has been no news since 1987. At that time, the 66-year-old Yan Lao had been waiting for his son to write to him. Although he didn't recognize many characters, he especially hoped that his son would remember him.

When Yan Lao was eighty-eight years old, Mo Zimu and Su Junmo came here to collect common people's daily life materials and met Yan Lao. At that time, he was silly and stupid, and his speech was not very fluent. In the summer, he still wore two clothes. Mo Zimu and Su Junmo were kind-hearted for a while. They persuaded him to take off his clothes for a long time. Old Yan was full of prickly heat, and there were many sad scars. The two caught a few passing talents and finally found someone who knew something. No one knew the real name of Old Yan. He only knew that when the government was relocated and relocated, he had compensated, but he insisted not to move. I am afraid that his son will not find him when he comes back.

Over the years, with social development and various constructions, Yan Lao still sticks to his home, two small houses next to a small garment production factory. There are no neighbors and no relatives. There were also good-hearted people who applied to the government for subsidies for the disabled or sent them to welfare homes, but as soon as he heard that he was about to leave home, Yan Lao became epileptic and refused to leave. He called his son's nickname, and those subsidies had a basic life for him. Ability is still useful, but after he is foolish, sometimes he can't even recognize the money. The society is so realistic that too many people can't even take care of their own lives. Talking about the ability to take care of an unrelated elderly person, community leaders have changed from term to term, but no one can really take care of the serious old problem. Solve it fundamentally.

On the day when they met Old Yan, Mo Zimu and Su Junmo gave up the collection. The two helped him clean the house and bought new daily necessities. Su Junmo also helped him change new clothes, but no matter how they persuaded him, Old Yan was Mo Zimu and Su Junmo heard the words intermittently when they refused to go to the hospital for physical examination.

"Xiaojun can't find it when he comes back, so he should be anxious."

After that, every other week, Mo Zimu and Su Junmo came to visit Yan Lao.

When he was ninety years old, on the birthday of Old Yan, he was very happy. He watched Su Junmo and Mo Zimu slowly and lowly, and said his two biggest wishes. He wanted to receive a real one. Military medal, he wanted to see his son before he died. On the way home, Mo Zimu couldn't wait to spend money to fake military medals, but knew well that it was deceiving a kind old man, and his other wish would never be realized.

Mo Zimuto Di Zilan’s father, Di Yunlong who worked in the Civil Affairs Bureau of y, investigated for a long time, and put them together according to the information provided by Yan Lao. His son regained the “Laoshan” campaign in the Lanzhou Military Region in January 87. In, sacrificed. Communication was underdeveloped, and Yan Laona was changed several times during the city reform. Perhaps it was the change of address, the possible negligence of various agencies and other factors that caused Yan Lao’s ignorance. Some people also said that he knew it later, and that was the reason that stimulated him to go crazy, but no one knew the truth anymore.

Only one result was left to Mo Zimu and Su Junmo. Old Yan refused to leave. The 91-year-old is still trying to wait for his son to return home.

Su Junmo knocked on the door several times, but no one opened the door.

"Hey, I'm all to blame, what acridine collected on the Army Day yesterday, I forgot Yan Lao."

Mo Zimu frowned, "Blam me, I should be blamed for playing by myself."

Before the two men's Army Day, they must have come to see Yan Lao.

Seeing a person walking in the distance, Su Junmo rushed up, clutching and asking, "Excuse me, do you know where the old Yan in this room has gone?"

"do not know."

Grab another one.

"Excuse me, do you know where Elder Yan has gone?"

"I don't know, I didn't see his house open yesterday."

"Mozi!"

Suddenly, Mo Zimu yelled, and Su Junmo ran back quickly.

"what's happenin?"

"You look at this?"

At first they didn't pay attention. The sun was poisonous in summer, and the things on the ground were gray, just as stains on the ground.

"Does it look like blood?"

Su Junmo kept looking along the stain, extending from the side of the road not far to the door of the house, and looked at each other with Mo Zimu. Without saying anything, he kicked the door open.

"Old Yan!"

"Old Yan!"

After entering the room, Mo Zimu and Su Junmo saw Yan Lao on the front at a glance, the pants on their legs were cut open, the blood stains dried up, and the whole person was in a coma.

"Quick, hospital!"

Su Junmo threw the car key to Mo Zimu, picked up Yan Lao, and got into the car.

Mo Zimu drove the car fast.

y city, the first people's hospital.

When Yan Lao was sent to the rescue room, Mo Zimu and Su Junmo sat solemnly in the operating room.

From the end of the backlit corridor, four young people came, three men and one woman.

"Wow, your nose is so handsome!"

"X, don't touch your grandpa's nose. Thinking of what happened there early in the morning, my little master still feels upset."

The woman was a little worried, "You said, the lame old man would not be killed by us?"

"It's good to be dead, the little master hasn't let him pay for the bad luck of my sports car, he actually made me hit my nose and hurt me to death."

"Unexpectedly, I would still meet people when I went to the suburban sports car in the early morning, and I would go out at that time, didn't it mean that I would die."

The four people gradually moved away.

Mo Zimu looked at the four people in the distance, outskirts of the city... lame... early morning... old man...

"Mozi, you're waiting here, I'll do something."

Of course, Su Junmo also suspected the four of them just now, and grabbed Mo Zimu, "Zimu, what are you doing? It may not be them."

"I'm not looking for them. If it's them, let alone city y, even the whole country, they won't be able to run away by digging three feet."

"Then why are you going?"

"I drove the car away first, so I can contact you by phone anytime."

Mo Zimu turned and went downstairs, then called He Ziran.

"Brother Ran, my son Mu."

He Ziran chuckles from the other end, "Zimu, why did you remember calling me? What's the matter?"

"Are you familiar with the traffic control bureau? I want to watch a traffic surveillance video in a remote city."

"It's a coincidence. The deputy bureau over there is my classmate. What surveillance video are you going to watch to get into trouble?"

"No, I've been behaved recently. Brother Ran, you can help me. I'm going to the traffic control bureau now. You can say hello to the traffic control bureau. Check it out for me. Really, very urgent."

"You can say hello, but you really caused trouble?"

"Hehe, brother, don't you believe me?"

"Unbelievable."

Mo Zimu smiled, "Hehe, I'm going now."

"There are not as many surveillance videos in the far city as there are in the city center. I am responsible for greeting, but there must be no responsibility."

"Well, the one I want to check, there is a surveillance video camera."

"Drive carefully on the road. I will call the deputy bureau now."

Traffic Management Bureau, monitoring data room.

Mo Zimu carefully looked at the road surveillance camera data installed at the corner of the factory next to Yan's home in the early morning of August 1. The distance was a little far away, and Yan's home could not be seen clearly.

"stop!"

Mo Zimu suddenly stopped the staff.

"Excuse me, can you slow it down?"

Slowly, the monitoring images printed under Mo Zimu's eyes made her heart tighter and more angry.

The three sports cars approached from a distance, and Mo Zimu stopped playing.

"Can you zoom in on the license plates of these three cars?"

"can."

The license plates of the three sports cars were enlarged, and Mo Zimu remembered them one by one, and then asked, "Can I find the owner's information here?"

"We can't do this, the DMV can."

"Thank you, I have troubled you too much."

"You're welcome, you are the deputy director."

Mo Zimu came out of the traffic control bureau and drove Su Junmo's car to the vehicle control office.

Body: 3143 words.

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1. The 87 "Laoshan" campaign of the Lanzhou Military Region did exist. There should be no information about it on the Internet. The heroes have long been asleep! We can only remember. [Borrowed here, I hope the heroes and everyone will forgive the grid. 】

2. This plot does not mean to criticize some of our country's worm-like government agencies, and Grid reserves the right of interpretation. [National conditions, we all understand. 】

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