I make a living solving crimes.

1958, October.

The scenery is beautiful in the early morning of early summer. The rising sun spreads red clouds on the skyline, shining over the sky above the capital, giving the gray city an instant burst of fresh color.

After countless changes, the three thousand year old city is slowly unfolding its new vitality.

The crisscrossing alleys and hutongs are like a sleeping dragon, winding and twisting, dormant in the heart of the city, and gradually awakening.

Chang Wei woke up from his sleep on such an ordinary morning.

He woke up because he was hungry.

Fortunately, long-term hunger has allowed the body to adapt to this weak state, but the two naked bodies on the left and right are tightly pressed together, and no coolness of the morning can be felt.

Chang Wei opened his eyes and thought for a while, then looked at his thin arms and hands, the ceiling covered with newspapers, and the portraits of Mao Zedong and Lenin hanging side by side on the mottled walls.

It really is a time travel!

Just wear it!

He kicked the little kid sleeping on the left away, patted the little girl on the right, and slowly sat up with his arms.

The little kid who was kicked arched his body, smacked his lips, and turned his head to continue sleeping.

The little girl closed her eyes and used her little hands to fumble for support. Chang Wei thought about it, picked up the little girl and put her next to the little kid.

Let them love each other as a family.

He got out of bed, stretched, put on his cloth shoes, and put on a vest with holes on the front and back. He wanted to find something to eat in the kitchen cabinet.

Unfortunately, there was nothing. There were only less than ten kilograms of corn flour in the rice jar.

This is a terrible era.

Suddenly the door opened and a yellow-haired girl poked her head in, bringing in the noise outside.

"Mom, my brother is awake. Come quickly, many people are looking for you."

Chang Wei rubbed his eyes and walked to the door, only to see a group of people blocking the yard in front of the door.

I haven't brushed my teeth yet, what's going on?

I don’t remember who I beat up these days?

The young man in the white police uniform in front of the crowd looked up at him, suddenly pointed at his hand and shouted: "It's him, it's him, it's him."

Chang Wei was confused and turned around to go into the house and close the door.

Mother Chang, who was talking to a middle-aged man outside the gate, stretched out her arm and grabbed Chang Wei's ear very skillfully, while smiling at the middle-aged man, "Director Chen, I really didn't know about this. The child didn't tell me when he came back!"

The middle-aged man called Director Chen looked Chang Wei up and down, smiled kindly at Chang's mother and said, "He disregarded his personal safety and dared to fight against the hostile elements. Comrade Yang Min, you have taught your son well."

But Chief Zhang, who was also wearing a white police uniform, disagreed. He went up to Chang Wei and kicked him on the butt with a stern face, "How dare you fight an enemy with a gun face to face? Do you want to die? It's only because the enemy's gun ran out of bullets, otherwise you would have died yesterday."

If something had happened to Chang Wei yesterday, he wouldn't know how to face Old Chang's spirit in heaven.

Chang Wei curled his lips and stiffened his neck in dissatisfaction.

He shouted, "Master, didn't you teach me all this? Director Chen also said that revolutionary fighters should not fear sacrifice and march forward courageously. As a young man of New China, I am under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze. The people have faith and the country has strength. How can I retreat at this time?"

In this life, Chang Wei was born in 1942. Being born under the red flag means there is no chance, but there is nothing wrong with being under the red flag.

The people from the subdistrict office, police station, Youth Federation, and Youth Daily were shocked by this statement. They were stunned for a long time, and suddenly they started to applaud and shouted, "Good, well said!"

The crowd watching was confused, but seeing the government officials clapping, they started clapping too.

Yang Min was even more confused. Was his son reciting a poem?

The woken-up little brat and the little girl walked out hand in hand and stood beside the yellow-haired girl, looking stupid and at a loss as to what to do.

There was thunderous applause in the small courtyard that lasted for a long time.

Chang Wei was also dumbfounded.

He just hadn't woken up yet, and when facing the camera, he was possessed by the spirit of drama and blurted out this famous saying that later generations came to know.

I don’t know if it will cause trouble?

The reporter from Youth Daily couldn't wait to write down these 20 words in a notebook, looked up at Chang Wei who was bathing in the sun with a smile, and couldn't help but take a picture of this scene.

The short-haired boy smiled, revealing a row of small white teeth. The sunlight shone brightly on his face, and his eyes were innocent and bright. Although he was thin, he was full of energy. His clothes were a little worn, but his thoughts were brand new.

Director Chen shook Chang Wei's hands vigorously, and was so excited that he was speechless.

Did he just mention me?

Director Zhang's heart rate is approaching 120. What did the child just say?

Is this really what I taught?

I only have primary school education, can I teach this?

It doesn’t matter who taught him. What matters is that Chang Wei happened to come across the arrest scene last night and helped his comrades from the police station capture a reactionary element hiding among the people, and the enemy also had guns.

Today, Chang Wei said that when the people have faith, the country will be strong.

A simple commendation and consolation brought so many surprises to everyone.

The reporter was in an excited state. He kept writing with his pen and asking questions to Chang Wei.

Chang Wei is now full of desire to survive, but he dares not speak nonsense anymore. He puts all the credit on Director Chen of the Street Office and Chief Zhang of the Police Station. He always says that the director taught us how to do this and that, and always says that the master told us to do this and that.

Helplessly, the reporter had to shift the topic to Director Chen and Director Zhang.

"Chang Wei's father, Comrade Chang Kun, used to work at our street police station. He died while arresting bad elements two years ago."

"martyr?"

“He’s a martyr.”

"What about Chang Wei now?"

"After Comrade Chang Kun died, according to policy, the public security system could not directly replace him. It just so happened that this child was a good student. This year, he was recommended by the branch and was admitted to the public security school. After he graduates next year, he will also become a glorious public security soldier."

"What is his family background?"

"That's absolutely correct. His family was a poor peasant. His grandfather knew Chinese medicine. When Tanggu was attacked at the end of 48, the old man followed the troops to treat the wounded all the way to the Yangtze River. His second uncle went to Taihang Mountain to join the revolution in 42 and was in the first batch to enter North Korea. He is now the head of a regiment. His third uncle joined the army during the Battle of Pingjin and died heroically when crossing the river."

Chang Wei in this life can be said to have full buffs. As the old saying goes, his family is full of loyal heroes.

With this identity, ghosts have to kowtow before leaving when they pass by.

After the interview, Director Chen, on behalf of the Subdistrict Office, gave Chang Wei a verbal commendation and awarded him RMB 5.

Five yuan is not a small amount.

Only when the firecrackers exploded did Mr. Deng take out ten dollars.

People of this era are too pure.

Spirit and honor are above everything else, and the pursuit of material things is a manifestation of the decadence of the old era.

Everyone started clapping again.

Chang Wei stood under the eaves, smiling shyly.

Surrounding him are his mother, the little brat, the yellow-haired boy, and the little girl.

A public servant stood in front of him.

The outermost area is composed of neighbors who live in the same compound.

Well, a group of insignificant people, such as the third aunt in the front yard, the old widow Jia Zhang in the middle yard, and the second uncle and aunt in the back yard.

hiss!

No way!

Where am I wearing this?