I make a living solving crimes.

After dinner, Chang Wei was still trying to make Xiao Man happy.

Chang Long pouted in dissatisfaction beside him, "Humph, when she is unhappy, I will coax her, and when I am unhappy, I will coax myself."

The first sentence has three tones, and the second sentence has one tones.

Chang Ni heard it nearby and gently tapped her, "Forget about what you said about others, but doesn't your elder brother love you enough? When did your elder brother protect you every time you got into trouble?"

Chang Long pursed his lips, staring at Chang Wei carrying Chang Xiaoman on his shoulders and riding a big horse, muttering, "I haven't ridden for a long time."

When she was still a little girl, her father would carry her back and forth in front of the east wing door like this when he came home.

Chang Tian put down the comic book in his hand and whispered, "Little sister, if you want to ride, I'll carry you."

"You? You can't carry me."

Chang Nan came over and raised his hands high, "I, I can do it too."

Chang Long really wanted to play. She thought about it and thought that if she rode on these two dwarfs, she would probably get beaten up later. So she refused to agree, her eyes rolling around, "Then I won't ride a horse. I want to ride in a sedan chair."

So the two brothers held hands with each other, Chang Long put one leg on each side, sat on his buttocks on the hands of his two brothers, was lifted up, and walked proudly around Chang Wei and Chang Xiaoman.

Chang Xiaoman cried out in anger and reached out to hit her aunt, but she was sitting too high and couldn't reach her, so she twisted her butt to get down to the ground.

They played and made noise, and finally Chang Tian carried Chang Long on his back, and Chang Nan carried Chang Xiaoman on his back, and they started playing horse riding and war.

Both of them were holding a gnawed corn cob in their hands, and they were fighting in the main room.

Chang Wei was afraid that they were not having enough fun, so he moved the dining table away, leaving a space in the middle for them to have fun.

The old people also sat against the wall consciously, watching, listening, and laughing, feeling extremely satisfied.

The night is soft, the moonlight is hazy and the stars are blurred.

This was the scene that Fan Tuaner and his parents saw when they were welcomed in by Chang Da, walking under the light of the stars and the moon.

"Uncle Fan, Aunt Fan." Chang Wei stood up quickly. Seeing that the two people looked somewhat similar to Fan Tuan'er and had their names in the system, he had already guessed who the visitors were.

Mr. Fan was wearing casual clothes, so he was not addressed according to his military rank or official position.

The noise in the room stopped instantly. The little ones stood obediently, followed Chang Wei, and learned how to say hello from him.

Only Chang Xiaoman scratched her head, not knowing what to shout, and finally shyly bumped her head into Fan Tuaner's arms.

"Xiao Man, you should call Grandpa Fan and Grandma Fan." Chang Wei reminded.

"Okay." Chang Xiaoman responded crisply, came out of Fan Tuan'er's arms, stood up straight and called sweetly, "Hello Grandpa Fan, hello Grandma Fan, have you eaten?"

When Fan's mother saw the delicate little person calling her grandma, her heart melted and she hurriedly took out two beautiful butterfly hairpins from her bag.

Today, the Fan family made full preparations and prepared gifts for every member of Chang Wei's family.

In fact, I had wanted to meet Chang Wei for a long time, and I was especially grateful after finding my son.

It's just that the two of them have special identities and hold military posts in the capital's troops. Throughout history, people in this position have not dared to make friends with local people at will.

This time, Chang Wei risked his life to save his daughter in the Northeast. If he didn't come to see her, he would seem too arrogant and heartless. This was a good opportunity for him to meet her in a private capacity, so that others would not be able to criticize him if they knew about it.

I chatted with the elders of the Chang family and said a lot of good things about them.

The little ones all pricked up their ears to listen.

Unfortunately, all they talked about were rumors in the capital, and I didn’t hear anything new.

After all, it is impossible for Mr. Fan to talk about his son in Jiangxi here, nor will he mention the dangers in the Northeast.

Seeing that Mr. Fan seemed to be hesitant to speak several times, Chang Wei invited them to have tea in the back house in the front yard.

Father Fan said there was no rush.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, walked to the side wall, and bowed seriously to Chang Kun's portrait with his wife and daughter.

He glanced at the two rows of military medals displayed below, then looked at Chang Wei with satisfaction and patted him on the back heavily.

After Chang Wei and the Fan family left, Chang Xiaoman happily asked Chang Ni to help her put the hairpin on her head. She ran to the old lady like a pony and said softly, "Grandma, do I look good?"

The old lady hugged her and praised her.

Chang Xiaoman felt embarrassed by the praise, so she hugged the old lady's neck and kissed her twice.

The children were busy showing off their gifts, either beautiful shoes or exquisite gloves that were the right size and obviously took a lot of thought to make.

Grandpa Chang didn't look at the cigarettes and wine on the table. He sat on the chair and smoked. "Look at this man's dragon-like gait. He must be a high-ranking official."

Yang Min came over and whispered, "Chang Wei only said he was a general."

"No wonder." Grandpa Chang raised his head and stared blankly at the photo of his eldest son. "The general came to visit us at night. Boss, your son has made great achievements."

These days, the three old people finally learned about their eldest grandson's reputation in the capital.

Whether it is the young tiger in Drum Tower or the Yazi of Dragon Group, people in Beijing can tell several stories about Chang Wei.

The public security has improved.

There are fewer thieves.

The gangsters escaped.

My cousin doesn't smile.

Most people are very satisfied.

When Chang Wei went to Jiangxi and Northeast China, every now and then some young people would come to deliver some gifts on behalf of their leaders. Occasionally they would visit him in person. When asked, he would be either the director or the director of a department, or at worst the director of an institute.

In particular, two young men came one day and they turned out to be the secretaries of the two ministers.

Although the person did not come in person, the secretary was extremely humble and did not dare to call Chang Wei by his full name when mentioning him, but rather used him as a respectful title.

The old lady was hugging Chang Xiaoman and laughing. When she heard what Grandpa Chang said, she turned her head to look in the direction of the back house and murmured, "Boss, this general is coming to our house. I'm afraid he wants my child to fight for his life again, right?"

"Mom, I'm here in casual clothes, this is not official business."

"That's good." The old lady was relieved to hear her son say that. She sighed, "Outsiders see my child's glory and everyone envies him, but this is the capital, where dignitaries are everywhere. How can it be so easy to stand out?"

Grandpa Chang listened without saying anything, smoking his pipe silently.

The night the two secretaries came to his house, he was so frightened that he could not sleep the whole night. He smoked for half the night in the dark in the main room facing the boss's portrait.

In the back room, Fan's mother held Chang Wei's hand and liked him more and more the more she looked at him.

Mr. Fan was a little reserved and didn't say many words of gratitude, but he couldn't hide the appreciation in his eyes.

After chatting about Jiangxi and Northeast China for a while, the two stood up and said goodbye. After leaving the courtyard and getting in the car, Father Fan said excitedly: "I think this child is honest and you like him. He is the same age as Li'er. Why don't we adopt him as our godson so that it will be convenient for us to visit each other in the future? What do you think?"

"No." Fan's mother and Fan Tuan'er blurted out in unison.

Father Fan was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned around, leaned on the passenger seat, and looked at the dark night with mixed feelings.

Mother Fan turned her head to look at her daughter and smiled thoughtfully.

Fan Tuaner's cheeks were hot. She didn't dare to look her mother in the eye. She turned her head slightly to look out the car window. The glass reflected the light in her eyes.

The moon hid its face in the clouds, smiling secretly, breaking the light into poems, and scattering them gently to the world.

......

You said I was jumping around and some of them shouldn’t be written!

I have already glossed over a lot of things, and I wrote many things very obscurely, so people without a certain age and experience cannot see them.

I don’t write anything at all. What kind of period literature is this?

That's it, I'm used to it. I'll change it after I turn it off. If I get tired of changing it one day, I'll just forget it!