Back then

Wei Qingsong gathered his emotions and informed her family of the progress of Yang Yan's murder case.

Yang's mother was already weak. After suffering such a blow, she was so sad that she almost fainted.

The young man bowed repeatedly and said: "That's great. Thank you for finding the real murderer. We, as family members, can feel at ease now."

"You're welcome." Wei Qingsong raised his eyebrows and looked at Yang's mother with complicated eyes, "How will she live in the future?"

"Well, in fact, we relatives have always been taking care of her. Yang Yan has always been indifferent to her mother." The young man said this topic with a somewhat complaining tone.

The corners of Wei Qingsong's lips moved slightly and he swallowed the words as they reached his lips.

The dead are gone, so there is no need to say anything anymore. Let the living live well, whether with regrets or regrets.

When investigating Yang Yan's life, Wei Qingsong had a very bad impression of Yang's mother.

In today's fast-paced society, many people are hastily bringing a life into this world before they are ready or qualified to become parents.

What was supposed to be a colorful childhood was ruined by the failure of her parents’ education.

Whether it is Yang Yan's tragedy or Li Yundong's destruction, they are inseparable from their original family.

Mother Yang's current situation is indeed pitiful and sad, but she brought it all on herself. Although Wei Qingsong couldn't bear it, he couldn't sympathize with her.

Everyone comes to this world in the same way, but they can't help but take different paths. Some people arrive at the same destination by different paths, while others are strangers.

She was very lucky to have such good adoptive parents as Father Wei and Mother Wei. Although she was not perfect, at least she never had any thoughts of going astray.

Let’s look at the paranoid brother and sister in Bailiwan. If she had grown up in Bailiwan, she might not be the Wei Qingsong she is today.

The young man bowed deeply again: "Officer, I am really grateful to you. The weather is so bad and you still go to great lengths to hunt down the murderer. You are really great."

When Wei Qingsong heard this, he pursed his lips and smiled: "There are not so many great people in this world, and the police are just a group of ordinary people, but they regard it as their responsibility to protect the lights of thousands of families."

At this moment, Wei Qingsong finally understood why Lu Jingming chose this path so firmly.

Not because of Chuunibyou's passion, but because there is always someone who wants to pass on the torch.

When everyone is a student, they may participate in or witness a speech about dreams.

In the past, she thought dreams were fanciful and could not be taken seriously.

When she was a child, her dream was to become a painter. Later, she became obsessed with romance novels, and she became even more whimsical. She imagined all day long that one day she could travel to ancient times and become a princess.

When she was in high school, she was influenced by her history teacher and wanted to become an archaeologist.

Later, when filling out her application form for the college entrance examination, she applied for a foreign language major.

The so-called dream, to her, is just something to talk about every day.

This may be true for most people, but Lu Jingming is the exception.

At the age of ten, when most of the children in the primary school were still playing house and playing mud, he stood on the podium, his youthful appearance had begun to show his charm, and his voice was immature but calm and determined: "My dream is to be my father."

Such people's policemen support justice."

At the age of thirteen, the dreams of those children in the past have been replaced by the old ones, and their angular faces are cold and indifferent: "My dream is to become a policeman."

At the age of sixteen, Lu Jingming wrote in his essay: "Everyone in the world wants to be in their comfort zone, so who will be the hero? There must always be someone who stands up and does what ordinary people cannot and do not want to do. If someone is protected, then

Someone needs to be that guardian."

At that time, Wei Qingsong sneered at this: "What about me? If you go to protect others, who will protect me?"

The young man was wearing a white school uniform, his face had not completely shed its youthfulness, but his black and white eyes were full of seriousness.

"To protect others, I also protect you."

"Ah..." Wei Qingsong curled his lips and lay on the desk not wanting to speak, "Then am I not the same as everyone else?"

"Who said that?" Lu Jingming played with her hair, "It is my responsibility to protect the lights of thousands of families, and protecting you is the instinct of love, which lasts forever."

It was once difficult for Wei Qingsong to understand Lu Jingming's brain circuit, but it was only today that she began to understand the perseverance and passion in his bones beneath his cold face.

Helping the victim's family find the real murderer and giving justice to the victim can give such a strange sense of satisfaction.

Director's Office.

The interior furnishings are antique, with a complete set of purple sand tea sets placed on the sandalwood table.

Wang Ju looked leisurely and contented, and poured a cup of tea for Lu Jingming.

"I don't know why you are interested in an old case from six years ago, but I can only tell you that the case on Nanxun Street was not taken over by the city bureau, and the information I know is minimal. Moreover, this case has been closed, and the superiors

After saying hello, no further discussion is allowed."

The tea was steaming and the mist filled the air. Lu Jingming's face was hidden in it, making it difficult to distinguish his expression.

"Nanxun Street belongs to Tangzhou, why wasn't the city bureau taken over? According to your point of view, if this case has such a significant impact, why was there no news about it six years ago, and now I can't find any files about this case?

This is not in line with common sense, let alone procedure."

Wang Ju was silent for a moment. The good old man who was usually the most talkative looked a little solemn at this moment.

"Just stop asking."

Lu Jingming's eyes darkened slightly and he asked without giving up: "I have one last question, is Wei Qingsong related to that unknown case?"

Wang Ju just avoided answering before, but now he was really suspicious: "Songsong? She was just a college student back then, right? How could it be related to Nanxun Street?"

At this point, Lu Jingming also understood that Director Wang clearly knew about the Nanxun Street case, but kept silent.

Hey guys, my college roommate is getting married and I will be the bridesmaid. I will be rehearsing and helping out today. The wedding will be official tomorrow, so there is only one chapter. I originally wanted to take leave, but the editor does not recommend taking leave qwq. I hope you will not give up these two days.

I will update twice a day starting next week.
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