"Dongxu, I know you are a brother, but this matter is probably beyond your control!" Li Xiaohu chuckled. He knew that this riot captain was not a grassroots person. It was said that his father had a small family in the city.
It's not a small official title. These days, as long as there is any official position, the son is a second-generation official. If someone kills him, the crime is serious. Therefore, Li Xiaohu does not want Wang Dongxu to take on this matter.
"I..." Wang Dongxu was stunned, gritted his teeth and said, "Xiaohu, don't worry, I will get you out as soon as possible!"
"Thank you, Dongxu!" Li Xiaohu smiled lightly, his smile was very indifferent, but the feeling in his heart became more and more profound.
Yang Qi did not put the military handcuffs on Li Xiaohu, but smiled and pulled Li Xiaohu into the front seat of the military card, as if he was welcoming an important guest, rather than capturing a heinous prisoner. He watched the military card leave.
, Zhen Dongshu was very silent, glanced at Wang Dongxu, and said: "Dongxu, I am the one who has caused you trouble!"
"Dongshu, how can you say that? If Xiaohu hears it, he will definitely scold you!" Wang Dongxu laughed, then patted Zhen Dongshu on the shoulder and said: "Don't worry, Xiaohu will be fine, now you
You must bury your mother properly as soon as possible!"
"Yeah!" Zhen Dongshu wiped his tears. This strong man from Shandong, who was as tall as an iron tower, had never shed tears. However, he couldn't stop crying at this moment. He looked at his mother falling in front of him, but he was helpless.
That kind of pain is definitely not something that ordinary people can bear. He cleaned it up silently, while his sister and sister were crying. Huang Bing'er hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her. Huang Bing'er was born as an orphan, and she was the most sympathetic to such a scene. Under Huang Bing'er's comfort,
The emotions of the three girls gradually calmed down.
Zhen Dongshu's father, on the other hand, was smoking a dry cigarette silently. No matter how the villagers around him comforted him, he remained motionless. But the sadness in his heart could be seen in his eyes, and ordinary people could not understand him.
The inner world. That touch of desolation, that touch of sunset...
The next day, there was a mourning hall in Zhen's house. Zhen Dongshu was wearing hemp and mourning, wiping his tears. This 1.8-meter-old man didn't sleep all night, and spent the whole night in charge of his mother's mourning hall. How many people in the village
People from the older generation also came to help, setting up a mourning hall for the Zhen family.
