I looked at the old lady sitting in front of the car acting recklessly. At this time, there was no anger in my heart at all, but only an indescribable sadness.
The old man opened the car door and got out. He is a smart man. Of course he can understand things that I can understand.
The old Taoist didn't speak, just sighed softly.
The woman on the side looked at her mother-in-law, cried and rushed towards her, saying, "Mom, if I don't leave, I won't leave even if I die!"
The old lady who was acting mischievously looked at her daughter-in-law who was kneeling in front of her. Her face no longer had a fierce expression, but tears kept flowing out.
"You silly girl, if I tell you to leave, just go. You are still so young. If you leave, you can find a good man. Why should you stay with me, an old woman? I don't want to drag you down!"
After the old lady finished speaking, she couldn't bear it anymore, hugged the woman and started crying.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding villagers shook their heads and sighed, and many shed tears.
"Boss, these two ladies are both good people," the old man said in a hoarse voice.
I nodded. Although the old lady spoke harshly to women at first and made a fuss, she had good intentions.
Her purpose is to make the woman give up completely and leave the house.
The woman is still young, but now that she has lost her husband, the old man cannot bear to see her become a widow, so he uses this method to drive her away.
The old Taoist sighed and sat back in the car. I took a look at the location of the mourning hall and sat in too.
At this time, the old man had already moved out of the way, and the old man started the car and drove out.
"Lao Tao, come back again in the evening." I looked back and said to Lao Dao.
After hearing my words, the old man was obviously stunned for a moment, and said with some uncertainty: "Boss, do you sympathize with this family and want to help them?"
The old Taoist knows me well. What I fear most is trouble.
Although this family is pitiful, there are many pitiful people in the world. I am not a soft-hearted and bad person. I will help anyone who feels pitiful.
To put it bluntly, this family has nothing to do with me.
Everyone has his own destiny, whether good or bad, it is the life of others, so I will never meddle in other people's business. This is something the veteran knows.
So after hearing what I said, the old man was a little confused.
"You will know when tonight comes. I think her man's death is a bit unusual." I said to the old man.
After hearing my words, the old Taoist nodded and said nothing more.
I felt something was wrong just now at the entrance of the courtyard. Although I didn't see the woman's dead husband, I always had a strange feeling inside the funeral shed.
So I decided to come and have a look at night.
In the nursing home, I spent another day. Chen Zheng has become much calmer since his master passed away. He no longer has the smooth-talking image before. Instead, he practices hard and makes me
They are all a bit unaccustomed to it.
Duanmuqing ran to the mountain. He had always been very close to Liu Jingqing, especially the tea in the temple, and they sat together all day long.
The gravekeeper Zhou Li is now the janitor of the nursing home. He really likes this new job and works hard every day.
But he is very cautious every time he sees me, which I am not used to.
It was getting dark, so I asked the old man to drive and go to the woman's house again.
The car stopped at the entrance. I looked at the memorial shed at the entrance of the courtyard and wrinkled the door in a strange way.
Because there was no one there at this time, only the woman, her mother-in-law and her daughter.
All those busy people disappeared.
This makes me a little confused.
It stands to reason that the man has not been cremated yet, and the neighbors who helped with the funeral cannot leave so quickly. There will be people keeping vigil even at night. Why is there no one else except their own family now?
The three mothers just stood in the mourning hall, as if waiting for someone.
"Boss, something is wrong. Why don't we go down and take a look?" The old man also noticed something was wrong and said to me.
I shook my head and said, "Don't worry, just wait."
The old man didn't say anything else, he just opened the window and threw a cigarette to me.
The two of us just smoked and waited in the car.
Near midnight, lights came on in the distance, and two vans drove over on a small road in the distance.
The car walked to the door and stopped.
Then the car door opened, and a dozen men and women got out of the car, all wearing casual clothes.
"What are you doing? Who came to express condolences in the middle of the night, and so many people came?" The old Taoist looked ahead, confused.
I looked at the dozen or so people and couldn't help but frown.
I could tell at a glance that although these people were wearing casual clothes, they were not ordinary people.
Because their movements and behaviors are very different from ordinary people, these people should be trained, such as soldiers or police.
"Boss, I'm afraid these people are not here to cause trouble, do we want to get out?" Seeing this, I couldn't help it, so I pulled the car door and wanted to get out.
"No, wait and see." I quickly called out to the old man.
The only man in the family has died, and only the orphans and widows are left. Even if someone really comes to cause trouble, there won't be such a big battle.
Moreover, these people all carry awe-inspiring righteousness and are not bad people at all.
I saw those people walking into the funeral shed and saying something to the old lady and the woman.
The two mothers kept crying and wiping their tears.
Not long after, the group of people divided into two rows and stood on both sides of the funeral shed.
The two rows of people stood neatly, and it looked like they were training regularly, which made me more certain of their identities.
"salute!"
At this time, a middle-aged man with a Chinese character standing at the front gave a low drink.
When the voice fell, everyone raised their right hands and respectfully saluted a military salute.
The movements are uniform.
In the middle of the night, these people stood quietly with their hands raised, looking at the man lying in the ice coffin with a solemn expression, because lying there was their comrade, a comrade who was once extremely close and lived and died together.
They stood like this for a long time, like two rows of standing stone sculptures, facing the young photo on the table in the mourning hall, with tears streaming down their faces silently.
The old lady and the woman were kneeling on the futon, crying sadly.
Looking at the scene in front of me, I felt a little uncomfortable, so I took out the cigarette and took a long puff.
The old Taoist next to him couldn't help but sigh, with a trace of sadness flashing across his face.
By now, we all know that a woman's husband is not an ordinary person, because ordinary people do not have the respect of these people.
He should be a soldier or policeman with a special mission. His identity is very special and needs to be kept secret, so it cannot be made public. Even if he is dead now, he can still keep it secret.
Therefore, these comrades of his had no choice but to come at night even for funerals.
The world today is peaceful and stable. As long as we work hard, everyone can live a peaceful and exciting life.
But this is only calm on the surface, and evil still breeds in the darkness that cannot be seen.
And some people's mission is to fight against these evils hidden in the shadows.
It is the existence of these people that can ensure our peaceful life.
To use a bad saying on the Internet: There is no quiet time, there are only people who are carrying the burden forward for us.
At this time, these people in front of us, as well as the men who have passed away, are all the ones carrying the burden for us.
In this world, everyone worships heroes. Those heroes who stand on the stage enjoy flowers and applause, have unlimited scenery, and are worshiped by others.
Of course, they deserve it.
But few people know that there are many heroes hidden behind the scenes.
It's not that their efforts are not worthy of the things they get, but that their status does not allow them to receive flowers and applause. Their efforts are actually more.
They are the truly great heroes.
"That young man looks young, but more than a decade old, around thirty at most. What a poor kid he is."
The old Taoist looked at the portrait in the memorial shed and said with a long sigh.
I didn't say anything, because now I don't know what to say, but I feel very uncomfortable.
I don’t know how long it’s been since I felt like this.
The group of people stood for a long time. Although there were tears on everyone's face, no one cried out. They stood silent and solemn.
"Close the team!"
I don't know how long it took, but there was a low voice, and everyone put down their hands, and then walked to the old man and the woman one by one to say goodbye to them.
The next moment, those people turned around, walked into the car, and disappeared into the night.
I opened the car door and walked directly over, and the old man followed me and walked down.
The woman and her mother-in-law were obviously surprised when they saw Lao Dao and I, and looked at us at a loss.
"Don't be afraid, we are not bad people, we just want to express our condolences." I nodded to the woman and said.
The woman said nothing more, but nodded with red eyes.
I picked up a stick of incense and lit it, walked to the mourning hall, bowed respectfully three times, and then put the incense in the incense burner.
This sacrificed hero deserves my tribute.
After offering incense, I casually walked to the back and took a look at the person lying in the ice coffin.
He looked about thirty years old, with a sharp face and a sense of justice.
Looking at the body in the freezer, I couldn't help but frown, because I found that there seemed to be something abnormal in the middle of his forehead.
Because there is a drop of black blood oozing out right now, as big as a bean.
If blood can ooze out, it proves that there should be a wound on his forehead, and the wound is very small.
It was most likely inserted with a needle-shaped object.
This wound should have been left by him during his lifetime, and there were many bruises on his face. Obviously, he suffered a lot of torture during his lifetime.
"Who is your husband?" I turned around and looked at the woman and asked.
Facing my gaze, the woman hesitated for a moment, and then whispered: "He...he is a policeman, but an anti-narcotics police officer. I just found out just now that he got into trouble because he was discovered as an undercover agent."
