I make a living solving crimes.

In order not to affect your reading experience, I have stopped writing nonsense. I write these words at the beginning of the article and try my best not to affect you. Please forgive me.

Yesterday I wrote about braised pork, and everyone in the comments said not to add soy sauce.

I sat there for an hour looking at these words without moving.

For well-known reasons, I mentioned many people in the book without writing their names, such as Mr. Wu, the two ministers I mentioned were tall and wore glasses, the five divisions, I even wrote about junior high school students and many others.

You all knew who it was instantly and mentioned many stories that faded into memory.

Yesterday, you even knew that he doesn't eat soy sauce.

It turns out that we have never forgotten them.

The old man devoted his entire life to the livelihood of the people and the country.

I poured myself a glass of wine brewed from memory,

Respect this wind of the world,

Cheers to their unfulfilled dreams.

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Chang Wei walked towards the Fan family, stepping on the fallen leaves.

There was a wintersweet tree in the yard, and Fan Tuaner sat under the tree, looking up and quietly gazing at the sparse plum blossoms.

The moment she heard the footsteps and turned her head, a happy smile unconsciously broke out on her face, and her eyes instantly became bright and affectionate, as if the whole world was dazzling because of it.

I was surprised and delighted when I first saw you.

The longer you stay together, the more your heart beats.

At this time, you don't even need to use the word "handsome" to praise a man. When describing a man as good-looking, people often use the derogatory term "gigolo".

Men who can be called gigolos are all refined.

Chang Wei would not give women such a feeling. His body has not yet grown up and is a little thin. When he is silent, he is quiet and gentle, but when he speaks, he sounds mean and is not as pleasing to the eye as a pretty boy.

But there was an indescribable unique temperament about him. Just walking leisurely at such a pace made Fan Tuaner feel that this winter was a little gentle!

The wind brought the scent of wintersweet. Chang Wei sniffed it lightly, then walked slowly into the yard and said with a smile, "Have you been waiting for me for a long time?"

Fan Tuan'er's cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes followed Chang Wei's figure closely, "No, I've just been too busy these days and haven't noticed that the plum blossoms are blooming well."

"A few plum blossoms stand alone in the corner, defying the cold. From afar I know it is not snow because of their subtle fragrance." Chang Wei recited a line from a poem by Wang Anshi softly.

He actually wanted to write a poem about the beauty who does not compete for spring, but only announces the arrival of spring. However, this poem has not been written yet and he has to wait for two years.

It’s a pity that when the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she will laugh among the bushes.

Hearing the sound outside the door, Fan's mother came out. The moment she saw Chang Wei, a smile appeared on her face unconsciously, "What are you talking about outside in such a cold day? Come in quickly."

She didn't even call Chang Wei's name, she just invited him naturally and casually.

Chang Wei inexplicably felt that Fan's mother's smile was somewhat similar to his mother's, both were filled with pity and doting.

"Aunt, it's not cold."

"How can it not be cold? I'm shivering with cold." Fan's mother walked a few steps closer, turned her head to look at her daughter, and said softly, "You too, you've been waiting outside for more than half an hour, and you didn't even think about putting on more clothes."

Fan Tuaner's cheeks were flushed, she nodded without saying a word, only a hint of pink peeked out from her hair at the tips of her ears.

Chang Wei was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Sister Tuan'er, please come in quickly. You can see the plum blossoms anytime."

Mother Fan wanted to continue talking, but Fan Tuan'er grabbed her arm and pulled her back, so she had to swallow her words. Seeing Chang Wei holding two net bags in his hands, she said dissatisfiedly, "You came here, what else are you carrying?"

"Two bottles of wine and two boxes of tea, both for Uncle Fan. I didn't know what to bring you, so I took a pair of leather shoes. I heard they are very fashionable in the north."

Mother Fan became more and more happy, and she took Chang Wei's arm and walked into the house.

Fan Tuaner walked behind them, and seeing Chang Wei chatting with his mother in a friendly manner, a faint sense of happiness welled up in her heart.

In the room, Father Fan was drinking tea. He saw Chang Wei and Mother Fan walk in side by side, speaking in gentle tones, holding teacups in their hands, looking dazed and absent-minded.

It was a quiet morning. The sunlight poured into the house through the windows, giving the entire room a warm golden hue.

The wife's smile was full of kindness, and the young man beside her walked lightly, with a faint smile on his face and admiring light in his eyes.

He had only seen Zheng Li's photo, but had never reunited with his lost son. He imagined the scene of their recognition in his mind, and it must have been just as warm.

"Uncle Fan." Chang Wei greeted him.

Father Fan didn't come back to his senses for a moment, and Mother Fan glared at him in dissatisfaction, "Are you still asleep? Chang Wei is greeting you."

After that, she put on a smile again and patted Chang Wei's arm, "Your uncle is old and confused, ignore him, come and chat with your aunt."

Father Fan ignored his wife's words and waved, "Chang Wei, come over and have some tea. Have you had breakfast?"

"Uncle Fan, I've had dinner." Chang Wei walked over and sat down confidently. He glanced at the tea soup in Fan's father's cup, curled his lips imperceptibly, put the net bag in his hand on the coffee table, and took out the tea he brought from it.

Father Fan opened the box and looked at the leaves as big as vegetable slices. He carefully identified them and asked suspiciously, "Is this Houkui?"

"You have a very good eye."

Dad Fan became happy and asked Mom Fan to change the tea.

Chang Wei had asked before coming. Father Fan had no taboos and loved tea, wine and cigarettes. With Father Fan's level, the cigarettes he could get were better than Chang Wei's, so he didn't buy any cigarettes unless he was willing to give out the cigars given by the minister.

He couldn't bear to do that because he was not his own father.

"Your three-edged spike is very good. We have tried it. It is no different from the four-edged spike in terms of effect, but it can save one-third of the steel and is easier to forge."

I don't know if it was because of the trance just now, or because Chang Wei gave him Houkui, but Father Fan's attitude today was very warm, even friendly. He asked Chang Wei to sit next to him and patted Chang Wei's knee with his big hand.

Chang Wei was not modest. He smiled proudly and took out a stack of drawings from his bag and put them in Fan's father's hand.

"Is this a land mine?" Father Fan looked through the blueprints. "It looks a bit like the American M18!"

"Uncle Fan also knows about M18?"

"Why, only someone from your family is allowed to have fought in the Korean War?"

Chang Wei smiled and said nothing.

Father Fan was not too interested in landmines. Chang Wei's drawing was based on the Type 66 landmine, which was essentially an imitation of the US military's 60s broadsword. However, the prototype had already appeared in the Korean War and was already in China, but research on imitation had not yet begun, so it was not considered revolutionary research.

The other stack of drawings was different.

40 fire, that is, the Type 69 40mm rocket, a powerful weapon for guerrilla warfare.

The prototype of this thing hasn't even come out yet, and the big Mao won't be finalized until next year.

"Is this for tanks?"

"It's okay to take down a bunker."

"Chang Wei...did you research this independently?"

Chang Wei was just about to use the excuse he had compiled in advance when Fan Tuan'er beside him said in a disgruntled voice, "Dad, someone presented you with a treasure and you asked questions about it. How can you be so unpredictable?"

Father Fan froze for a moment, his face twitched unconsciously, and he smiled with a forced smile, "I was just asking casually, I won't ask anymore, I won't ask anymore."