In the Mi-17 cabin, Li Zheng looked at the dense forest at his feet, leaning against the cabin wall and relaxing.
He touched his pocket and took out the deformed warhead. The sunlight shone in from outside the cabin, and the blood stains on the warhead glowed a brilliant rose red.
Qin Fei, who was sitting opposite him, pointed to the warhead in his hand and asked, "A souvenir?"
Li Zheng raised his eyes and looked at the familiar stranger in front of him who had half his face covered. He shook his head and said, "No, it's a sacrifice."
Qin Fei was startled for a moment, then smiled and said: "Let's take a nap, I haven't slept for a day."
Only then did Li Zheng feel tired coming up like a flood after opening the gate. He nodded, put away the warhead, stopped talking, held his gun against the bulkhead, and closed his eyes.
Soon, he fell asleep.
That night, another Z-20 landed on the tarmac of an air force base, and Zhuang Yan personally came to greet Li Zheng.
When they met, the two looked at each other silently.
After a long time, Li Zhengcai saluted and said: "Reporting to the brigade commander, student Li Zheng applied to return to the team. I have caused you trouble!"
He solemnly replied: "You are allowed to return to the team! Your mission has been successfully completed. From now on, you have two days of rest. Wherever you want to go and who you want to see, I will make arrangements for you."
Li Zheng thought for a while and said, "I just want to have a good sleep."
Nodding solemnly: "Approved!"
During this sleep, Li Zheng slept for a full day and night.
After waking up, I had a full meal in the canteen of the base.
At that time, he walked into the base cafeteria wearing camouflage and ate three large trays of meat and fruit in front of other base ground support personnel, drank three large glasses of drinks, and even the Air Force ground staff standing by him couldn't finish the entire tray of food.
The soldiers stared at the pockets, wondering where this man came from and was reincarnated as a hungry ghost.
Zhuang Yan arranged everything, and a car took Li Zheng back to the college that night.
Returning to his dormitory, as soon as he went upstairs, he met Teacher Qian who got up to check the post.
"Li Zheng?"
In the darkness, Teacher Qian used the light in the corridor to finally see clearly that the student in front of him was his student.
"Teacher Qian."
Li Zheng kept his voice very low for fear of waking up other students in the dormitory.
Teacher Qian roughly guessed what Li Zheng had been doing these days, but he didn't know the details.
He has always been very clear about asking what should be asked and not asking what should not be asked.
Li Zheng, just like his file, has too many mysterious blank paragraphs.
Hence the following conversation.
"came back?"
"Well, I'm back."
"How are you?"
"fine."
"Have you eaten?"
"have eaten."
"Have you taken a shower?"
"washed."
"Oh, then go back to bed. Can you go out for exercise tomorrow morning?"
"able."
"Okay, let's go."
"Good night, teacher."
"Good night."
Li Zheng tiptoed open the door and entered dormitory No. 203. The teacher Qian Jun stood in the corridor for a long time with a flashlight, until he heard the sound of Li Zheng climbing into bed, and then quietly left.
The half-circle moon hangs in the night sky and is dotted with stars. The air in the school is especially fresh at night. Qian Jun is in an inexplicable mood that night. His steps are light and graceful when he walks. He can't help humming a tune in a low voice, so that
When the duty officer on the first floor saw him, he couldn't help but ask: "Teacher Qian, what are you so happy about?"
Qian Jun smiled and said nothing.
Seven days later, City L held a grand memorial service for Wang Cheng. All police officers in the bureau except those on duty were present.
In the family room, Qiao Li supported Bai Xiufen, who had already shed tears, and looked for a familiar figure in the mourning hall with her big eyes.
Two days ago, she called Li Zheng and wanted to tell him that today was the day of the memorial service.
However, Li Zheng's cell phone was turned off and he called the college. The college said that Li Zheng was on a business trip and was not in the college for the time being.
Qiao Li had no choice but to hang up.
She hopes to see Li Zheng today.
Wang Cheng's death is a knot in Li Zheng's heart.
Qiao Li knew that Bai Xiufen invited Li Zheng home for dinner that night, and she said something while she and Wang Cheng were buying drinks.
Li Zheng did not agree, and Wang Cheng died soon after.
She may even think that maybe this is the best outcome.
Li Zheng is about to graduate. It might be better if he doesn't come. Otherwise, if he were to face Bai Xiufen and put himself in her shoes, he wouldn't know what to say if he were Li Zheng.
However, she also hopes that Li Zheng will come.
After all, he is Wang Cheng's most respected master, and Wang Cheng must hope that his master will see him off for the last time.
Tangled in this contradiction of coming and not coming, Qiao Li lasted until the end of the memorial service.
Li Zheng did not show up in the end.
After the memorial service in the funeral home was completed, the city bureau sent a motorcade to escort Wang Cheng's coffin to the Martyrs Cemetery on the outskirts of the city for burial.
Most of the people buried in this cemetery are martyrs in the police force. Although it is a peaceful era, hundreds of police officers still die on the GA front every year, and Wang Cheng is just one of them.
As the hearse drove out of the funeral parlor, the police officers on both sides of the door saluted, and they moved all the way around half the city to the cemetery.
Hundreds of police officers, wearing small white flowers on their chests and holding yellow chrysanthemums, bowed to the coffin under the auspices of the master of ceremonies.
After the procedure was completed and the burial was about to take place, Bai Xiufen, who had neither cried nor shouted during the funeral, suddenly broke away from Qiao Li's support and rushed forward to hug the urn in the hands of the etiquette police.
"Let me see my son again! My son——"
For a moment, everyone present was sad and shed tears.
A police force with three generations is loyal to each generation.
The urn covered with the party flag was finally slowly placed into the grave. Special police captain Fang Bin stepped forward and placed the "45XX130" police signal on the urn.
Wang Cheng is not married, so this warning number will be permanently sealed.
In the cemetery, eight police officers holding Type 95 guns fired three times.
Wang Cheng is 24 years old and has three years of police experience.
On the mountain road far away from the cemetery, a military jeep was parked on the roadside.
Li Zheng, wearing military uniform, stood on the hillside and looked at the funeral scene. Teacher Qian looked at it for a long time and then asked him: "Really don't want to go and see him off?"
Li Zheng shook his head: "Wait a minute."
Teacher Qian sighed softly and walked aside.
Li Zheng was standing where he was when the mountain wind blew past his feet, picking up a ball of grass and flying in the air...
After the funeral was over and the crowd dispersed, Li Zheng went down the hillside and came to Wang Cheng's new tomb.
The tombstone has just been erected, the loess has just been covered, and the chrysanthemums representing grief are all in front of the grave.
Li Zheng took out a bottle of wine and a bowl from the bag in his hand. In the bowl was sauced pig's trotters, one of Wang Cheng's favorite dishes during his lifetime.
After setting the dishes, opening the wine, placing three wine glasses, he took out the deformed warhead from his pocket and placed it gently in front of the grave.
"Wang Cheng."
Li Zheng was talking to himself while pouring wine.
"I came to see you. I'm sorry, I didn't dare to go to your memorial service."
The wine is full.
Li Zheng picked up a cup and poured it in front of the grave.
"This glass is for your loyalty."
Picked up the second cup and poured it.
"This glass is a tribute to your bravery."
Pick up the third cup.
"This cup..."
The hand holding the wine glass was trembling slightly.
Li Zheng raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
"Honor our friendship!"
Suddenly, a song came from the cemetery radio.
"The golden shield, forged with blood, shows off its skills in times of crisis..."
Li Zheng put down his wine glass, his eyes became hot, and the tears he had been holding back for a long time finally fell.
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