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I will upload three chapters first. Let’s make a rule that the remaining three chapters will be uploaded after dinner. I hope all my handsome, suave, elegant, and dashing readers will forgive me!

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A sudden heavy rain came without any warning and lasted for three whole days.

The capital city was shrouded in misty rain, and the dark clouds in the sky were like ink splashed by a painter, rendering the ancient city like an ink painting.

The raindrops hit the bluestone slabs in the yard, splashing water, making the rain more vivid.

Chang Da has moved into the small courtyard. In less than a month, her life has changed dramatically. Every time she wakes up from a dream, she feels unreal.

"Xiao Da, your brother said he doesn't want to treat you, and I'm afraid you might have an opinion, so I asked you."

Yang Min came into the bedroom and saw Chang Da sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze again. She smiled and shook her head, then patted the partition of the bed and said, "I'm asking you a question."

Chang Da was stunned for a moment, and quickly said, "No, no."

Yang Min put the cotton in her hand on the chaise longue, opened the curtains to let the light in, turned around and said, "Mom thinks so too. It's not appropriate for you to invite those people from No. 37 Courtyard before. Your brother in our courtyard doesn't want to use favors. You just started working, and it's not easy to invite people from the factory..."

Chang Da interrupted quickly, "Mom, I understand. Just do as you say. We don't need to get involved in favors. We just need to live our lives well."

"Well, as long as you agree, Xu Damao is the only one in the courtyard who gave a set of tea sets. Chang Wei said he invited Xu Damao to a state-owned restaurant for a meal and did not invite him to the courtyard. Other families did not give gifts either. It would be bad if we invited them. They thought we were asking for contributions."

Moving into a new house is considered a happy event. According to old customs, neighbors will give a gift, and the Chang family will then hold a banquet.

But after the new era, no one mentions this old custom anymore. After all, getting married nowadays is nothing more than scattering a handful of melon seeds and fruit candies, and at most the relatives gather together for a simple meal.

"This is what Chang Wei left at home. When the rain stops, I'll find someone to fluff it and press it into a cotton quilt. I'll re-fluff the old one at home and make it into a mattress."

"Mom, please stay on your side."

"Ten kilograms were left over there." Yang Min helped Chang Da clean up the house, her hands and feet were busy, and she kept muttering: "I don't understand how they live. He said he didn't want the good cotton and insisted on remaking the quilt."

Chang Da laughed and hugged her mother, "Your son is very capable, and you deserve to enjoy the good life. When he gets married in two years, you will have a good life."

Yang Min's expression became lively, with light in her eyes, "Xiao Da, you said rain..."

"Let him make the decision on his own about his brother's affairs." Chang Da interrupted Yang Min.

She thought that her husband might be heartless, but she was interested.

But they are only sixteen, or seventeen in terms of age. In fact, there are many people in Beijing who get married at the age of eighteen. Some of Chang Wei’s classmates are already married.

But he is a cadre and has to follow the law, so he has to wait at least another four years.

Yes, we don’t have a Criminal Law now, but we do have a Marriage Law, the first law of the new era, which stipulates that men must be at least 20 years old to get married, and women must be 18 years old.

Four years is neither long nor short, there are too many variables!

In the next bedroom, Chang Wei had already gotten up. He stuffed the little girl into the bunk bed, patted his head to wake himself up, and went out to get some water to wash.

He is living in this small courtyard temporarily, firstly because the little girl insists on sleeping with him, and secondly to help his sister keep the family running. He will move back when Chang Da finds a partner.

He has been slacking off recently. He reports to the police station every morning, then waits until noon to go out and sell fish. When he returns to the city, he goes to Shichahai or Houhai to cast a few casts, and then goes home for dinner on time.

The days are unremarkable, but also leisurely and contented.

The family was having breakfast around an octagonal table in the living room of the courtyard when suddenly there was a knock on the glass window. Chang Wei looked up and saw Yan Jiecheng's face pressed against the glass, shouting his name.

He turned his head and looked at the clock in the corner. It was twenty past seven.

Why are you calling me so early?

He opened the door and half-stepped aside, "What's wrong, Brother Yan?"

Yan Jiecheng didn't squeeze into the house. Half of his body fell outside the eaves. His body was already half wet. His eyes stayed on the eight-immortal table for a moment. "Someone from your station called you, but couldn't find anyone, so he knocked on my door."

Chang Wei was surprised, fearing that there was another case.

He turned and went into the house and took out two steamed buns and stuffed them into Yan Jiecheng's hand. "Thank you, Brother Yan. Please tell them. I'll be right here after I change my clothes."

Yan Jiecheng didn't hesitate to respond, then he hugged the two steamed buns in his arms and ran towards the front yard through the rain.

"I think there's a case, otherwise they wouldn't be so anxious." Chang Wei said as he stuffed the remaining half of the steamed bun into his mouth. Chang Da, who was beside him, had already gone to the yard to get the police uniform and shoulder bag. He put on the police uniform while saying, "Old Third, you stay home and watch over Xiao Man. Don't let Xiao Man go to the fish pond. The bluestone slabs are slippery when it rains."

Chang Tian quickly stood up and agreed.

The little girl came over with her short legs clattering on the wooden floor, and said in a chuckle, "Uncle, I will be obedient and not go out."

Chang Wei put on his holster, fastened his belt, squatted down and scratched her nose, "Be good and I'll give you soda tonight."

The little girl jumped up and said, "Be obedient, be obedient. I will listen to my uncle the most."

"There is beef noodles next to the bunk bed. If it rains hard at noon and it's hard to cook, you can ask Sister Yushui to cook noodles for you."

"I know, brother."

Chang Wei said nothing more. He said hello to his mother and sister, put on his rubber shoes, took an umbrella and rushed into the mist.

"Always busy. As a little policeman, he's busier than his father." Yang Min leaned against the door frame and watched him walk to the hanging flower door. Then he closed the door and returned to the eight-immortals table, but he never picked up the chopsticks.

Chang Da said softly, "Mother, my brother is capable, otherwise I wouldn't have come to call him, so don't worry."

Yang Min sighed heavily, picked up the chopsticks but had no appetite. If she had a choice, she didn't want her son to be a public security police officer.

Chang Wei took a few quick steps to the Chuihua Gate. As soon as he put away his umbrella, he saw Yan Jiecheng and Li Laifu chatting under the eaves of the corridor beside the gate. The boy didn't come into the house either. He chewed and swallowed two white flour buns while talking.

"Laifu, what's the hurry?"

"A female corpse floated up in the moat. The director asked me to call you."

“That’s not our jurisdiction, right?”

"The one from Andingmen, that's the one that Director Chen works for." Yan Jiecheng was standing aside. Li Laifu didn't mention the theft at the Second Garment Factory. "They hung up on us right after they received the report. I was on duty last night and I went to call the director first, and the director asked me to call you."

"You called before you even got to the scene?"

"Haha." Li Laifu also laughed, "The director said that they are afraid they will rely on you."

Chang Wei nodded, said hello to Yan Jiecheng, and walked out of the courtyard with Li Laifu, "Which section of the moat?"

“West of the Lama Temple.”

"Found it this morning?"

"We don't know yet. Director Chen only knows the general situation and asked us to hurry up."

Chang Wei stepped on the water, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and was annoyed: What a waste of time, it's still four or five miles, and it's raining.

When will the system reward me with a Bugatti Vita?