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Case Five: Fireworks in the Day¡¤1 Father and Son

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    It can be said that He Changchun's motive for committing the crime was something that no one had imagined. He killed his sister-in-law entirely because he was forced to do so, and he killed Xu Gang because of Xu Gang's greed for money.  Some people may hear this and feel that Xu Gang does not deserve sympathy, but my thoughts are different from many people.

    When I stood by the window with a cigarette in my mouth and watched Xu Gang's body being taken away by the funeral parlor, what I thought of was a sentence my teacher often said in college. This sentence originated from the Danish prince in "Hamlet"  Classic monologue: "To be or not to be!"

    Xu Gang, an out-and-out farmer, has a very simple idea, which is to work hard to make money to support his parents, wife and children. This is really understandable.  When a person lives at the lowest level of existence, he cannot have a high level of ideological awareness.  In Xu Gang's heart, making money to support his family is his life-long goal, so he seems so greedy towards He Changchun.  Whose fault is this?  None of us can give a clear answer.

    Xu Gang¡¯s death made me deeply moved. As a father of three children, he didn¡¯t know how much pressure he had to bear in life, but in the end he still left this world with regrets.  Only then did I understand why Xu Gang stretched out his left hand hard at the moment he fell, because he didn't want to die and he still had too many things that he couldn't let go of.  I don't know when I started to become so emotional. Maybe I have seen too many changes brought about by life, separation and death.

    The word "father" has been in my mind all day long.  For nearly six years since I started college, my father and I have never had a good conversation.  No matter what purpose my father had in planning my life, I shouldn't have so much resentment towards him.  When we live independently in society, anyone may betray you, except your parents; when everyone thinks you are a piece of mud that cannot be held up, you are always a piece of cake in the hearts of your parents.  An irreplaceable treasure.

    The bell rang at five o'clock in the afternoon, I said hello to Brother Ming, and then quickly rode my battery car towards the vegetable market.  After carefully selecting a few dishes, I stopped by and bought a bottle of my father¡¯s favorite puree liquor.

    At half past five, I excitedly opened the door and shouted toward the bedroom: "Dad, I'm back!"

    "Xiaolong is back!" his father replied in a slightly painful voice.

    I heard the sound coming from the bathroom, so I quickly put down the vegetables in my hands and walked to the bathroom door in a few steps.

    "Squeak, I opened the wooden door of the bathroom. At this time, my father was gritting his teeth and holding on to his crutches, sitting on the toilet with difficulty, holding up his long johns bit by bit.

    "Dad, I'm coming!" Seeing the veins on my father's forehead and the painful expression, tears welled up in my eyes.

    "Xiaolong, no need, I can do it by myself." My father panted heavily and said to me while waving his hands.

    I wiped away my tears without saying anything. I knelt down and sorted my father's pants one by one, patted the dust on his body, and then slowly helped him back to the bed in the bedroom.

    We are in the south and there is no central heating, so when the weather gets colder, the biggest challenge for my father is going to the toilet.  Although my father has feeling in one of his legs, it is still very different from normal people. Standing for a long time will cause severe pain, so every time my father goes to the toilet, he has to squat on the toilet to rest for a long time.  After a while, I could stumble back to the house.  Within a distance of less than five meters, he had to rest against the wall at least twice.

    I settled my father down, took out the basin, poured some hot water, and carefully wiped the sweat on my father's forehead with a hot towel.  My father leaned against the bed and watched my every move with amusement.

    "Dad, how about we have a drink tonight?" I put away the towel, sat on the edge of the bed and said to him with a smile.

    "Want a drink?" My father was a little flattered.

    "When I got off work, I bought some vegetables from the vegetable market. They are all your favorites. I will go to the kitchen to stir-fry them in a while." I replied sitting on the edge of the bed and tucking my father into the quilt.

    After hearing this, my father stared at me for a while, then nodded and said to me, "Okay! Let's have a drink tonight, father and son."

    "Okay." I quickly got up and walked outside the house.

    The dinner time at our house is a little different from that at other people¡¯s houses.  My mother usually goes out to work part-time at five o'clock in the afternoon. She has been a teacher all her life and is now retired at home. In order to supplement the family income, she works as a tutor outside. She usually doesn't come home until eight-thirty in the evening, and our family is on time.  Dinner time is not until around 9:30 pm.  Sometimes the unit is not busyHe still has a position in the Public Security Bureau.  Although your father is paralyzed in bed, as long as you mention Si Yuanlong as my son in the Public Security Bureau, no one will dare to look down on you.  "

    After my father finished speaking, he slapped his chest with his palms.

    I looked at my father¡¯s funny behavior, grinned, and felt much better.

    My father tilted his head and glanced at me, and then said: "That's why I made up my mind to let you go to the police academy when you grow up. In order to let you know something about the police industry from a young age, I taught you when you were young.  , I will instill some knowledge in this area into you from time to time. In fact, the main purpose is to make you accept it from your heart."

    "Dad, stop talking, my son understands now." I nodded and replied.

    Father smiled slightly and continued: "When you graduated from the police academy a few years ago, Qiming also became the director of the technical room, so I asked Qiming to send you there, so that I can feel more at ease."

    "Actually, when I graduated, as soon as I walked into the door of the technical room, I knew that this was a trap you had set for me." I burst into tears and laughed.

    "You can understand it this way." My father said to me cheerfully.

    ¡°Brother Ming has tortured me a lot over the past year.¡± I pursed my lips and complained to my father.

    "I see that you have worried him a lot this year. Even though I am lying in bed, I know your situation quite well." My father smiled and tapped my forehead with his finger.

    I rubbed the spot touched by my father, poured a glass of wine into his glass, and answered with a smile:

    "Brother Ming is actually a really good person, but he's a little weird."

    The father picked up the wine glass, took a sip, sighed and said, "Actually, this child Qiming is suffering a lot. You think he is strange because you don't know his situation." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.  .com
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