The door of the interrogation room was surrounded by reporters. Seven or eight microphones stretched out in front of Liu Ziguang, and the flashes kept flashing. A small and exquisite female reporter squeezed away all her peers and got in front of Liu Ziguang. Her face was flushed and she held the microphone and said: " Hello, I am Jiang Xueqing, the host of the TV station "People's Life", I would like to interview you with a few questions? "

Then a camera squeezed in. All the reporters knew that Jiang Xueqing, the top star of the TV station, was a very popular figure in the news circle of Jiangbei City, and her professional level was relatively advanced. She often liked to ask some sensitive and sharp questions, so everyone was quiet. Come down and wait for her to ask.

Looking at the microphone held by his slender fingers and the big blinking eyes of Pata Pata, Liu Ziguang coughed dryly and was about to speak when Deputy Director Song suddenly blocked the microphone and said with a smile: "Jiang host, everyone from the media! My friend, our hero was injured by a gunshot wound, he just finished cooperating with the police in the investigation, and now he is going back to the hospital, please forgive me."

The reporters looked at Liu Ziguang's vigor and vigor, so they would not let him go, especially Jiang Xueqing, who didn't give Song Bureau any face at all, and was about to talk when she flattened her mouth . Several policemen surrounded them, formed a human wall to separate the reporters, and escorted Liu Ziguang away from the scene.

I took the elevator down to the courtyard of the Municipal Bureau, and went directly to the Audi of the Song Bureau, and drove to the hospital . After the photographer ran to the car, the Audi had disappeared, Jiang Xueqing stomped angrily: "Hmph, this old Song is too cunning."

Immediately, Jiang Xueqing smiled slyly again: "Don't let me interview, I have another clever idea."

...

In the back seat of the Audi car, Deputy Director Song and Liu Ziguang were sitting side by side. It was a helpless move to push him away from the interview just now. Who knows what unreliable words Liu Ziguang would say. The external caliber is good.

Deputy Director Song said earnestly: "Xiao Liu, I basically understand the case clearly. You acted bravely and defended yourself justifiably . Representative, do you have any objections?"

Liu Ziguang nodded, but did not speak. Bureau Song also said: "Some comrades don't pay attention to working methods. Don't take it to heart. It's all for the sake of getting to the bottom of the case as soon as possible. When I go back to the ward, I will make a record for you in person."

Liu Ziguang said: "I will definitely cooperate, but now I want to make a phone call and go home."

Bureau Song laughed, and a stone fell from his heart. He waved his hand habitually and said, " No need, I have already sent someone to inform your family, and brought them to the hospital to see you. How can you raise such an excellent son?" Parents, I want to see you too."

Liu Ziguang also laughed, and the atmosphere in the Audi suddenly became harmonious.

It was already evening at this time, the flow of vehicles and people at the entrance of the hospital was sparse, and there was a fine drizzle in the sky. Under a dim street lamp, a slender figure was holding a small purple flower umbrella and looking forward to it. .

Nurse Fang's contacts in the hospital were definitely not messed up. After the operation, she knew the details of the situation. After learning that it was only a penetrating injury and no internal organs were injured, she let out a long breath, but tears still burst out. When Tapata fell, the police said that Liu Ziguang had temporarily returned to the city bureau to take notes and would be back soon, so Fang Fei stood at the door and waited.

One hundred meters away from the door, Liu Ziguang saw the little flower umbrella. When the car reached the door, he yelled to stop. The driver stepped on the brakes to slow down, but did not stop . Seeing the little nurse with pear blossoms and rain at the door, she coughed dryly and said, "Xiao Wang, stop for a moment."

Fang Fei was very puzzled to see this black Audi A6 parked in front of her. The filmed window was like a mirror and she could not see the inside. The window lowered at a constant speed, revealing that familiar face, as usual heroic.

Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.

"Little nurse, where are you waiting?" Liu Ziguang said with a smile, and pushed the door to get out of the car. He didn't look like he was shot a few hours ago. His strong body was covered with a beige windbreaker, making him even more handsome and tall.

The stunned Fang Fei only took a second to react.

As soon as the little flower umbrella was thrown away, the whole person rushed on it, and the tears that had been suppressed for a long time poured out of the eyes, pouring down, much denser than the pattering light rain, Liu Ziguang's chest was quickly wet with tears, he stroked Fang Fei's beautiful Fa comforted: " It's okay, why are you crying, silly girl?"

"It's okay, it's a gunshot wound, I can see the bullet holes... woo woo woo, don't fight with others desperately in the future." The little nurse didn't care that there were still two pairs of eyes watching in the car, and got into Liu Ziguang's arms Weeping heartily, grabbing tears and snot.

In the Audi car, Song Ju smiled helplessly: "My windbreaker..."

...

In Gaotupo shanty town, at the gate of the courtyard where Liu Ziguang's family is located, an old lady who went out to take out the trash was politely stopped by a beautifully dressed beauty with elegant temperament.

"Grandma, may I ask if this is No. 108, Qinqin Lane?"

The old lady looked at this high-class woman who obviously did not belong to Gaotupo in surprise, hesitated for a moment before saying: "Yes."

"Great, I finally found it. Your alley is really hard to find. The twists and turns are similar to a maze. Granny, let me ask you another question. Is there a resident named Liu Ziguang here?" The beauty exaggeratedly expressed emotion, After waving his small fist in the air to show victory, he asked the next question.

This time the old lady's thinking became clearer, and she replied: "Yes, isn't that the child of the old Liu's family, who lives at the eighth door, the red door, and the one with a pile of charcoal balls beside it."

"Thank you, grandma." The beauty said politely, and turned to greet the cameraman: " Go, follow."

The cameraman who turned on the night shooting function followed Jiang Xueqing to the courtyard, leaving behind the old lady who took out the garbage, Zhang Erjingang, who was puzzled, and suddenly woke up half a day later, exclaiming: "Old man, you Guess who I saw, it's the host of the TV station!"

In the pot house of the old Liu's house, Mother Liu is cooking. The son is away on a business trip. The old couple can eat whatever they want at home, vegetables and tofu, and a plate of salted beans. The old man is watching TV and drinking in the house.

The room was small, and Liu's father was sitting on the edge of the bed with a small wine glass in his hand, taking a sip from time to time of the RMB 1 catty bulk 85 wine. He was in a very good mood. Ever since his son became the Minister of Security, his father's spirit was stronger than before. He is much stronger, his back is straight when he walks, and his gloomy face is much brighter.

Today's Jiangbei news was played on the 21-inch Changhong color TV. The announcer broadcast the news in a flat tone. There was a bank robbery on Dalian Road. The police quickly attacked and killed the gangster within an hour . Safety loss is minimized.

The screen of the ten-year-old TV was a little fuzzy, and the color tone was not accurate. Liu's father took a sip of the wine and commented: "What's wrong with the world, banks dare to rob..."

Suddenly the door was knocked politely, this was a very strange thing, the neighbors in the courtyard never knocked, they always pushed the door straight.

"Who? Come in." Mother Liu said holding a spatula.

The door was gently pushed open, and a small head came in, holding a microphone with four letters printed on it: JBTV.

"Excuse me, does Liu Ziguang live here?" The sweet and quiet female voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember where I heard it.

It was a stranger, and Mother Liu immediately became cautious, put down the spatula, closed the oven door, wiped her hands on the apron, and replied, "Yes, you are Xiaoguang's friend?"

The petite and exquisite Jiang Xueqing came in, took the microphone and said, "Hello, Auntie, I am Jiang Xueqing, the host of the People's Life column of Jiangbei TV Station, and I want to interview you."

"Oh, it's the host of the TV station." My mother panicked and became at a loss. Fortunately, Jiang Xueqing was very experienced in interviewing, so she told Liu's mother not to be nervous, and to turn on all the lights in the room first.

There is a 60-watt fluorescent lamp on the wall of Liu's house. It was installed by Liu Ziguang when he was in school. Its lifespan is nearing the end . The light was turned on, and the shabby room was bright with snow.

Jiang Xueqing stood in the small room, scanning the house where the hero lived. The room was full of pots and pans, and there was very little space for activities. The bedside was covered with grass thatch, two pillows were printed in red, and there was a bleak Double Happiness , presumably it was something left by the old couple when they got married.

An old man with eyebrows and eyes somewhat similar to Liu Ziguang was sitting on the head of the bed with some embarrassment. On the small table in front of him were salt beans and liquor bottles. On the concrete floor beside the table was a washbasin. After a little rain, the room immediately leaked.

Jiang Xueqing has interviewed countless families, many of whom are in need. She is used to this kind of scene. She said calmly, "Master, are you Liu Ziguang's father?"

Liu's father nodded: "I am his father."

"It's like this. During the bank robbery on Dalian Road this afternoon, Liu Ziguang was shot and wounded for his brave actions. I came here specially to take the second elder to the hospital to see him."

With a "snap", the plate in Liu's mother's hand fell to pieces, and she collapsed powerlessly by the door frame.