After contacting the fire brigade, Song Lan began to look for the former teammates of Mr. Wang's daughter, Wang Yan.
However, the anti-narcotics police information was kept confidential and Song Lan could not find it at all.
He Chaozhi didn't know where he got the news, so he sent the message that night.
"I will contact the anti-narcotics police for you. Just wait and see."
Song Lan was surprised, having little hope at first.
But after get off work the next day, she went to visit Mr. Wang in his yard as usual, and met several young men and women with tall figures and resolute faces on the street.
The other party seemed to know Song Lan and came up with a smile.
"Reporter Song Lan, hello."
Song Lan was stunned for a moment: "Who are you?"
Several people looked at each other and smiled, and took out their police ID cards from their arms: "We are Wang Yan's teammates."
"Someone came to us and said that you wanted to help Mr. Wang get back on his feet. We felt that we had to do this for you, so we came."
The cold wind was biting, and the smiles of several people were warm and warm. From their bodies, you could vaguely see Wang Yan's unhesitating smile back then.
Song Lan took two steps back and covered her mouth in surprise.
He Chaozhi actually got in touch?
She was excited and moved, and nodded vigorously at them with tears in her eyes.
"We got in the car and said, I have a plan this time -"
The night is dim.
In the dilapidated alley, the figure of the old man walks lonely.
Since the death of his children, Mr. Wang has been alone.
He would often hang out in front of his son's fire brigade and the school where his daughter once attended, until late at night before he could bear to come back.
It seems that only in this way can his old memory decline more slowly.
He returned to his yard as usual and was about to open the door when he suddenly heard a lot of people and noise in the yard.
Mr. Wang can raise a pair of good children, and he is also extremely vigilant. He subconsciously thinks that there is a thief in the house!
He was so frightened that he quickly picked up a fire stick from the corner and rushed in: "Who, who is in my house!"
But when he saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned.
I saw a small stage set up in the yard, and on the stage, several people were standing behind the scenes performing a shadow puppet show.
The performance was the play "Five Summits" that Wang Gu and Wang Yan loved most during their lifetimes.
Every time he performed this play, the two children would still watch it attentively and fascinated even if they watched it hundreds of times.
The audience was full of people, all young people, crowded.
Mr. Wang put down the fire stick in a daze and walked over.
Every time I see a person's face clearly, my heart is shocked...
"Isn't this Xiao Gu's teammate?"
"You are Xiaoyan's partner, right?"
These young people are all colleagues and teammates of Wang Gu and Wang Yan.
They took Mr. Wang's arms and enthusiastically pulled him to sit in the center seat.
"Mr. Wang, although Wang Gu and Wang Yan are no longer here, we can still honor you for them. You can treat us as your sons and daughters. Wang Gu and Wang Yan are alive in heaven and will be happy."
Mr. Wang looked at these familiar faces, with the singing of "Five Summits" lingering in his ears, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help but moisten.
Vaguely, he seemed to see his son and daughter clinging to him, the three of them crowded in front of the narrow kang table, happily watching him perform a shadow puppet show.
Mr. Wang burst into tears and quietly finished watching the play with everyone.
Song Lan came out from behind the scenes with a few people and smiled cheerfully and playfully at Mr. Wang.
"Old man, my performance in "Five Summits" will definitely not be as good as yours. This is something I learned on a temporary basis and I am not good at it. I hope you will forgive me!"
Mr. Wang was very surprised when he saw Song Lan.
But seeing everyone surrounding her, I immediately understood that she was the one who planned today.
Mr. Wang wiped the corners of his eyes and smiled happily: "Reporter Song, I didn't expect you to do this for me. Thank you so much."
"Don't say that, old man. We have gifts for you. Please take a look."
Song Lan took half a step back at the right time, letting Wang Gu and Wang Yan's teammates surround Mr. Wang.
These young people were very considerate. They brought new clothes and supplements to Mr. Wang. They also held Mr. Wang's hand and each told an interesting story about Wang Gu and Wang Yan during their lifetimes.
Mr. Wang listened with great interest, with an intoxicated smile on his face.
At the end of the sentence, the young people looked at each other, held Mr. Wang's hand, and said in unison.
"Old man, you are the father of Wang Gu and Wang Yan, that is, our father. We are deeply sorry that they are gone. Wang Gu and Wang Yan are heroes and died heroically. From now on, we will treat you as our biological father and always respect you. These are all
If you like to hear the story, we will tell it to you every day from now on!"
Surrounded by the children, Mr. Wang was stunned for a moment, with tears streaming down his face.
"Okay, that's all good. Xiaogu and Xiaoyan are lucky to have friends like you."
Song Lan saw that the time was almost up, so he asked people to bring out the hot pot copper stove and various ingredients, set up an open-air hot pot in the yard, and greeted everyone.
"Stop talking, everyone is hungry after working for so long. Mr. Wang, come and eat hot pot, let's eat together!"
Everyone cheered and sat down. You gave me a chopstick and I took a chopstick and gave Mr. Wang some food.
It was a lively night.
It was late at night, and everyone reluctantly said goodbye.
Mr. Wang stood in front of the courtyard gate, hugged them one by one, and watched them leave as if they were his own children.
"Be careful on the road, be careful."
"I know, Dad Wang." A female police officer said with a smile.
They all decided to change their names to Mr. Wang and Papa Wang in the future to make up for the regret of the death of their children.
The last person to leave was Song Lan.
She cleaned up the yard, put on her coat, and planned to leave.
Mr. Wang turned around and saw her with a deep look in his eyes: "Reporter Song, you are serious."
Song Lan smiled tenderly, stood in the dusk, and said softly: "Old man, this is what I should do. Don't worry, I am not doing it for the interview. You are the father of two heroes. I deeply admire you. I just want to, no
I don't want you to be so lonely anymore, otherwise Wang Gu and Wang Yanquan will feel sad if they know about you."
Mr. Wang looked at her for a long time without saying anything. After a while, he sighed: "It's my fault. I misunderstood you before. I thought you were like those unscrupulous reporters who wanted to expose my scars. I didn't expect that you did things sincerely."
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Song Lan didn't want to take credit, so he bowed deeply and said, "Then I won't disturb you anymore. This is my business card. If you have any needs in your future life, you can contact me."
Mr. Wang took the business card, was silent for a while, raised his eyes blurred by tears, and called Song Lan's back.
"Reporter Song, please wait a moment."
Song Lan came back to his senses and asked politely and softly: "Mr. Wang, do you have anything else to do?"
