I make a living solving crimes.

With the sound of rustling leaves, Chang Wei walked back to the village entrance with relaxed steps.

There are many sentries here. Machine gun positions are built on both sides of the road using sacks of soil, and there are sharpshooters on guard at high places.

Chang Wei had a gun on his back. He showed his work ID to the soldier on guard for inspection. Director Gong saw it and walked over quickly.

Before he could even open his mouth to call for help, he was slapped hard on the back of his head.

"You're capable now, aren't you? You've grown strong now, and dare to go to the mountains alone to catch spies?"

Chang Wei covered his head and screamed "Ouch" and "Ouch" to avoid the subsequent attacks, attracting the attention of the surrounding soldiers and militiamen.

Even though he was being beaten, the one beating him was the director of the municipal bureau.

What kind of treatment is it to be beaten up by the director of the municipal bureau himself?

This is like being treated as one's own children or nephews!

Director Gong was really angry. If Chang Wei got into trouble in the mountains, how would he explain it to the minister? How would he report it to the chief?

"Are you injured?"

"No, no, I have those little spies under my control."

It would be fine if he didn't show off, but if he did, he would continue to be beaten.

After hitting him a few times and venting his anger, Director Gong grabbed his arm and checked it up and down. He was relieved to make sure he was not injured and shouted, "Aren't you afraid of chasing him out alone?"

Chang Wei was immediately upset when he heard this. He stood at attention and puffed out his chest. After a pause, he said, "Director, I am a revolutionary fighter. Use me in the first battle. I will win."

He was so excited that he almost said, "Not only did the enemy refuse to surrender, but they also dared to fight back against me."

That was the honor that belonged to Pang Guoxing. Even though it had been less than four years, he still had not been shameless enough to snatch it away.

Even so, such powerful words shouted out, causing the surroundings to fall into silence instantly.

Director Gong's eyes were wide open, his smile froze, and his whole body seemed to be frozen.

It was as if being hit by a powerful electric current, and every nerve ending was trembling.

The soldiers standing guard nearby looked at Chang Wei with shining eyes.

"Director Gong...Director Gong...Uncle Gong?"

Chang Wei didn't expect this sentence to have such a strong impact, and even after shouting several times, he got no response.

After a moment of trance, Director Gong heard a familiar voice and the world before his eyes became clear again.

"Good boy, not bad, you didn't lose face for your father."

"Director Gong, this is Changsheng Village. My father and uncle are watching us from the sky."

Director Gong thought of Chang Wei's family.

My grandfather once followed the army to treat the wounded. He only returned home with the coffin of his third son after he died on the banks of the Yangtze River. His mother braved artillery fire in the Battle of Peiping-Tianjin to deliver supplies to the front line in a wheelbarrow. His father died on the battlefield while capturing enemy spies. My second uncle had just returned from Korea.

No wonder the top leaders praise the children brought up in such a family.

The battle was handed over to the Public Security Division. This was also a rare opportunity for training. Chang Wei chatted with Director Gong for a few words, said hello to his thirteenth uncle Chang Luo who was on guard, and went home to visit the old man first.

Seeing him return safely, Grandma Chang wiped away tears of joy.

Hearing that the spies were planning to enter the village tonight to kill people and burn things, the old lady grabbed Du Ye's hand and praised him a lot.

If he hadn't been alert, the man in military uniform would have left after asking questions, and the child might not have known that he was a spy.

Chang Wei was even more grateful that he came back today.

Before leaving, according to the rules, he had to burn paper at his father and uncle's graves to report to them. He thought about it and finally decided to take Du Ye with him.

No matter how dissatisfied you are, you should let your father take a look.

In front of the grave, he sat on the ground with his legs curled up, put cigarettes and wine on the table, and chattered on about many things that had happened recently.

He said that he would bring all the military medals he had won before the New Year to make his father and uncle happy.

Before leaving, he got up and kowtowed heavily towards the tombstones of his father and uncle.

Du Ye was cleaning the weeds and fallen leaves around the grave. When he walked back, he didn't know what etiquette to use. After thinking about it, he took a half step back from Chang Wei and kowtowed three times.

The martyrs are buried here, and it is only right to kowtow, he thought.

A breeze blew by, picking up the fallen leaves on the ground, which floated gently and landed on Du Ye's back.

When everything was packed up and ready to return to the city, Director Gong came to see Grandpa Chang in person, shook his hand, and said many words of gratitude on behalf of the organization.

The old man raised three good sons and a good grandson.

Grandpa Chang stroked Chang Wei's back, with an unconscious look of pride on his face.

The battle in the jungle has ended. The enemy had no power to resist the regular army. Except for the spy who was injured by a wild boar and was lying in the cave to recuperate, all the others were killed. Our army suffered no casualties.

Chang Wei saw the collected spoils, picked and chose, and took away five American-made grenades and a carbine.

Finally, he looked at the signalman's back and said, "Uncle Gong, can you give us two 702 walkie-talkies?"

"You want this...Okay, I'll find a way for you."

"Uncle Gong, it's a deal then. I'll come find you later."

"Okay, I keep my word."

"Always?" Chang Wei paused and swallowed the words on his lips.

It’s not that I’m afraid of him as the director, it’s mainly because my grandma is standing next to me.

"Let's go, let's go back to the city together and let the old man take my car."

"This feeling is good."

Director Gong is driving a car. Let’s not talk about the comfort of the seats, but at least they are windproof.

Grandma Chang was becoming more and more satisfied with Du Ye. She was afraid that he would be too cold to ride a bike, so she took out a deerskin to cover his chest.

If it weren’t for Du Ye today, the entire Changsheng Village might have been in disaster.

When Yang Min returned to No. 95 Courtyard and saw the elderly people in her family, she was naturally happy.

After hearing about what happened in the village today, Yang Min patted his chest in fear and became more satisfied with Du Ye. He held him and refused to leave, insisting that he stay for dinner.

Chang Wei was seeing Director Gong off at the gate of the courtyard. He came in with something in his arms and saw this scene. His face was filled with gloom.

A piece of trash in society, a little pride in my mother's eyes...

Look at the enthusiasm of the eldest sister Chang Da...

He held Chang Xiaoman in his arms, sat in the corner with a sullen face and remained silent.

Although the little girl was a child, she was very smart. She looked at Chang Wei's bad face, touched his cheek with her little hand, and said in a baby voice: "Uncle, are you unhappy?"

Chang Wei didn't know how to explain, so he just said perfunctorily, "No, my uncle is very happy."

"Uncle is lying." The little girl snorted, "You hugged me so tightly that I can't breathe."

Chang Wei quickly loosened his grip, looked at his family members who were chatting and laughing, and sighed, "Xiao Man, from now on, you will be the only one left for my uncle."

The little girl blinked her eyes in ignorance and put her arms around Chang Wei's neck, "Uncle, I love you so much and I will never leave you."

Chang Wei was very pleased.

Looking at Du Ye, who was sitting shyly on a chair drinking tea, he became more and more angry. He wondered whether he should send this guy to Qinghe Farm to guard the prison...