I make a living solving crimes.

After chatting for a while, Wang Yong liked Chang Wei more and more.

When this young man faced himself and Lao Li, he did not pretend to be calm, nor did he have the arrogance and pride of a young man. Instead, he had the vigor and vigor that a young man should have.

He has a thorough understanding of current affairs, but he speaks just right and keeps to the point.

We anticipate possible difficulties in the future, but we have the courage to move forward.

Wang Yong was born into a family of Hunan Army generals. When he was young, he also wore fine clothes and rode a horse. When he talked with Chang Wei, he seemed to see the shadow of his youth. He sighed softly: "Why can spring only go back, but not let me be young again?"

"You are not old, but you have a legendary experience that we can't envy!" Chang Wei replied quickly.

"Why envy us? When you are old, you are old. You have to accept your age."

Wang Yong waved his hand and said, "You are the sun at eight or nine o'clock. All our hopes rest on you."

He suddenly quoted the old man.

Although he was familiar with it, Chang Wei still listened very carefully.

In his previous life, he loved these words very much.

Young people of the future! When you are oppressed by life, feel that you have accomplished nothing, and feel depressed and dejected, don't be discouraged, don't give up, go and listen to the original voice of the old man.

That slow tone was full of power.

He said, the world is yours.

He is the only one who has never looked down on young people and has placed his hopes on them.

When saying goodbye, Wang Yong taught him earnestly: "I'll give you a line from Su Dongpo's poem: Even if the horses on the frontier return one day, there will be no young chickens fighting in the east of the city."

Chang Wei nodded vigorously.

Watching them leave, Old Man Li asked curiously, "I can see that you like him very much. Is it because he gave you medicine?"

"It has nothing to do with this matter." Wang Yong sat on the sofa, took off his glasses and rubbed his temples, then looked up at the ceiling and said softly: "He looks a lot like that little devil."

Old man Li immediately knew who Wang Yong was talking about.

That was Wang Yong’s lifelong worry.

When crossing the grassland, Wang Yong had to ride a skinny old horse because of a leg injury.

On the way, he found a very weak young soldier, who looked to be only about ten years old, alone, staggering forward with the help of a wooden stick.

He quickly dismounted and said to the child, "Little boy, hurry up and get on the horse and have a rest."

The young soldier looked at Wang Yong's injured leg, shook his head, and tried his best to act okay. He refused to ride a horse and even patted his bulging food bag with a smile, indicating that he could do it alone.

Wang Yong was in a hurry to travel, so he did not insist and went ahead alone.

But the more I thought about it on the way, the more I felt something was wrong. The child couldn't even stand steadily, and his face was pale and bloodless, so how could he have food?

So he turned his horse back, but the last thing he saw was a cold, young corpse.

There was no food in the bag, only hay.

Holding the skinny corpse, Wang Yong, who prided himself on being extremely smart, cried bitterly and fell into deep self-blame.

From then on, the image of the little soldier often appeared in his mind.

And today, when he met them for the first time, he inexplicably felt that Chang Wei was extremely similar to the young soldier.

......

Coming down from the office building, Chang Wei was holding two bottles of wine in his arms.

Wang Yong brought a box.

Chang Wei took it, but only took two bottles.

After putting the wine away and glancing at his watch, he said, "It's almost time for dinner, let's go to my house."

Most of the time, the days when people get together to eat are traditional festivals.

After all, foreign festivals are not for eating, but for booking a room.

The Spring Festival is of course the most important traditional festival. Even if they didn’t tell the family in advance, the Chang family would never lack food.

Fan Tuaner agreed.

Before leaving, Fan's mother told her not to rush home at night.

After the Chinese New Year, you will be twenty-three years old...If you don’t get married at the age of twenty-three now, it will be almost the same as being thirty-two in later generations.

At the entrance of the alley, the two had just parked the car when they saw Chang Long walking towards them with his hands swinging.

"Where have you been?" Chang Wei asked.

The little girl threw herself into Fan Tuan'er's arms and rubbed her head, "Sister Tuan'er, I just went to see Grandpa Wang and Grandpa Zhang."

Fan Tuan'er was so fond of him that he rubbed Chang Long's cheek and praised him, "Long Long is the most filial child."

Chang Long was very proud and hugged Fan Tuan'er's waist, "Sister, you smell so good!"

Fan Tuan'er was delighted. He touched his pocket and said to Chang Wei, "You go back first. I'll take Chang Long to buy some candy."

Logically speaking, the relationship between sisters-in-law and sisters-in-law is mostly not good. This is not uncommon and has been the case since ancient times.

For the sister-in-law, she was her brother's favorite, and it was hard to accept that a woman suddenly came out and wanted to snatch all her love.

As a sister-in-law, I feel that I am the woman who will accompany my brother for his whole life, and my sister will get married sooner or later. I can tolerate it for a while, but it is unbearable if she always hangs around the house and even tries to get her brother's favor as before.

It would be even more lively if there was a controlling mother-in-law.

Women don't have much interest in the struggles in the big world, but they are naturally good at small palace fights in the family environment.

So, three women in one play, this has a basis in reality.

But Fan Tuaner and Chang Long get along very well.

Especially after what happened in Li Fangfang's family, Chang Long had great trust in this sister.

As for Yang Min and Chang Da...because of Chang Wei's filial piety and love for home, they did not have much resistance to the woman who would inevitably appear in this family. They even hoped that Chang Wei could get married early and continue the family line, so that Chang Xiaoman could become a sister.

Especially Chang Da, she was thinking that if Chang Wei got married and had children within the age limit, Xiao Man would only be seven or eight years old at that time, just like herself when she was a child, and could help take care of her younger brother.

Two beautiful women, one big and one small, held hands and skipped toward the supply and marketing cooperative at the entrance of the alley, leaving Chang Wei all alone with a long shadow cast by the setting sun.

Fortunately, in Chang Xiaoman's world, her uncle is still the best.

In the backyard, she came skipping over, took the bottle of wine from Chang Wei's hand, helped hold it, and said loudly: "Uncle, you were not at home this afternoon, and then grandma took me to the temple fair, and then I saw a lot of sticks in a bamboo tube, and then I wanted to draw lots, but that person didn't let me draw, and then..."

She shook her two braids, forgot what she was going to say, and then didn't go down.

Chang Wei squatted down, pinched her little face and encouraged her to continue speaking.

Yang Minying came out and helped explain with a smile: "He was a chopstick seller."

Chang Xiaoman smiled shyly, handed the wine to Yang Min, opened her arms and hugged Chang Wei and refused to look up.

Chang Wei picked her up and walked outside.

Go buy some candy.

Chang Long is spoiled by Fan Tuaner, so I will spoil my own daughter.