The door of the interrogation room was crowded with reporters. Seven or eight microphones were stretched out in front of Liu Ziguang, and the flashlights kept flashing. A small and exquisite female reporter struggled to squeeze through her colleagues and got in front of Liu Ziguang. Her little face was red from suppressing it. She held the microphone and said: "
Hello, I am Jiang Xueqing, the host of the TV station's 'People's Life'. Would you like to interview you with a few questions?"
Then a camera also squeezed in. All the reporters knew that Jiang Xueqing, the top actress on the TV station, was a hot figure in Jiangbei City's journalism circle. She also had a relatively sophisticated professional level and often liked to ask sensitive and sharp questions. Everyone was quiet.
Come down and wait for her to ask.
Looking at the microphone held by his slender fingers and his big eyes that kept blinking, Liu Ziguang coughed dryly and was about to speak when Deputy Director Song suddenly blocked the microphone and said with a smile: "Host Jiang, ladies and gentlemen from the media.
Friends, our hero suffered a gunshot wound and has just completed cooperating with the police in the investigation. Now he has to return to the hospital. We ask for your understanding."
Reporters looked at Liu Ziguang's lively appearance and were not willing to let him go, especially Jiang Xueqing, who didn't give the Song Dynasty any face at all and would speak as soon as he flattened his mouth. After all, Song Bureau was an old bastard and didn't give them a chance at all. He just waved his hand.
, several police officers surrounded him, formed a human wall to separate the reporters, and escorted Liu Ziguang from the scene.
We took the elevator down to the courtyard of the Municipal Bureau, got directly into Song Bureau's Audi, and drove to the hospital in a hurry. Reporters rushed out to get in the car and chased after her. Jiang Xueqing was squeezed to the back. The TV station's interview car was parked on the road outside, leading
She ran to the car with the photographer, but the Audi had disappeared. An angry Jiang Xueqing stamped her foot: "Humph, this old Song is so cunning."
Then Jiang Xueqing smiled slyly again: "If you don't let me interview, I have another trick."
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In the back seat of the Audi, Deputy Director Song and Liu Ziguang were sitting side by side. It was helpless to help him refuse the interview just now. Who knows what Liu Ziguang, a stupid young man, would say that was unreliable. There must be a unity in this case.
The external caliber is the best.
Deputy Director Song said earnestly: "Xiao Liu, I basically understand the case clearly. You acted bravely and in self-defense. This is a matter that has been determined. The city has decided to mold you into a model of courageous behavior. Okay.
Representative of the citizens, do you have any objections?"
Liu Ziguang nodded and said nothing.
Director Song added: "Some comrades don't pay attention to working methods. Don't take it to heart. They are all doing it to get to the bottom of the case as soon as possible. When we get back to the ward, I will personally make a record for you."
Liu Ziguang said: "I will definitely cooperate, but now I want to make a phone call home."
Director Song laughed, and a stone fell to the ground in his heart. He waved his hand calmly and said, "No need, I have already sent people to notify your family, and brought them to the hospital to see you. How can you cultivate such an outstanding person?"
I also want to meet my son’s parents.”
Liu Ziguang also laughed, and the atmosphere in the Audi suddenly became harmonious.
It was already evening, and the flow of vehicles and people outside the hospital had thinned out. A thin drizzle was falling in the sky. Under a dim street light, a slender figure was holding a small purple umbrella.
To hope.
Nurse Fang's connections in the hospital were definitely not random. After the operation, she knew the specific situation. After learning that it was just a penetrating injury and no internal organs were injured, she let out a long breath, but she still burst into tears.
Suddenly, the police said that Liu Ziguang had gone back to the city bureau to take notes for the time being and would be back soon. Fang Fei kept waiting at the door.
Still a hundred meters away from the door, Liu Ziguang saw the small flower umbrella. When the car arrived at the door, he shouted to stop. The driver stepped on the brakes to slow down, but did not stop. Song Bureau was so old.
I had already seen the little nurse with pear blossoms and rain at the door. She coughed dryly and said: "Xiao Wang, please stop for a moment."
Fang Fei was puzzled when she saw this black Audi A6 parked in front of her. The filmed windows were like mirrors and she couldn't see inside. The windows lowered evenly, revealing that familiar face, as heroic as ever.
"Little nurse, where are you waiting?" Liu Ziguang said with a smile, pushed open the door and got out of the car. He didn't look like he had been shot a few hours ago. His strong body was covered with a mid-length windbreaker, which made him even more handsome and tall.
The stunned Fang Fei only took a second to react.
As soon as the little flower umbrella was thrown away, the whole person rushed forward, and the tears that had been suppressed for a long time burst out of his eyes and poured down, much denser than the drizzle of rain. Liu Ziguang's chest was covered with tears quickly, and he caressed Fang Fei.
Dexiu consoled her: "It's okay, why are you crying?"
"Why is it okay? That's a gunshot wound. I can see the bullet holes... Wuwuwu, don't fight with others anymore." The little nurse didn't care that there were two pairs of eyes watching in the car, and got into Liu Ziguang's arms.
Crying heartily, grabbing tears and runny nose.
In the Audi, Director Song smiled helplessly: "My windbreaker..."
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In Gaotupo shanty town, at the gate of the courtyard where Liu Ziguang's home is located, an old lady who went out to take out the garbage was politely stopped by a beautiful woman with beautiful clothes and elegant temperament.
"Grandma, is this No. 108 Dear Lane?"
The old lady looked at this upper-class woman who obviously did not belong to Gaotupo in surprise, hesitated for a moment and then said: "Yes."
"Great, I finally found it. Your alley is really hard to find. The twists and turns are almost like a maze. Grandma, let me ask you another question. Is there a resident named Liu Ziguang here?" The beauty expressed her emotion exaggeratedly,
After waving his fist in the air to show victory, he asked the next question.
This time the old lady's thinking became clearer and she replied: "Yes, isn't that the child of the old Liu family? He lives at the eighth door in, the red door, with a pile of charcoal balls next to it."
"Thank you, grandma." The beauty said politely, then turned around to greet the cameraman: "Let's go, follow."
The cameraman who turned on the night shooting function followed Jiang Xueqing into the courtyard, leaving the old lady taking out the garbage in a daze. After half a day, she suddenly woke up and exclaimed: "Old man,
Guess who I saw, it was the host of the TV station!"
In the pot house of the old Liu family, Liu's mother is cooking. Her son is on a business trip. The old couple can eat whatever they want at home, such as green vegetables, tofu, and a plate of salted beans. The old man is watching TV and drinking wine.
The room was small. Dad Liu was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a small wine glass in his hand. He took a sip of the eighty-five-yuan wine that cost one yuan per kilo in bulk from time to time. He was in a very good mood. Ever since his son became the security minister, his father was more energetic than before.
He is much stronger, his back is straight when he walks, and his gloomy complexion is much brighter.
Today's Jiangbei News was playing on the 21-inch Changhong color TV. The announcer announced the news in a calm tone. A bank robbery occurred in Dalian Road. The police launched a swift attack and killed the gangster within an hour, putting the country and the people's lives and property at risk.
Safety losses have been reduced to a minimum.
The picture on the ten-year-old TV was a little blurry and the color tone was inaccurate. Father Liu took a sip of wine and commented: "What a world, even banks dare to rob..."
Suddenly there was a polite knock on the door. This was a very strange thing. The neighbors in the courtyard never knocked on the door, they always opened the door and came in directly.
"Who is it? Come in." Mother Liu said holding a spatula.
The door was gently pushed open, and a little head came in, holding a microphone in his hand. There were four letters printed on the microphone: j**tv "Does Liu Ziguang live here?" Sweet and quiet.
A female voice sounded, which seemed familiar, but I couldn't remember where I heard it.
They were strangers. Mother Liu immediately became cautious. She put down the pot and spatula, closed the stove door, wiped her hands on her apron, and replied: "Yes, are you Xiaoguang's friend?"
The petite and exquisite Jiang Xueqing came in, took the microphone and said: "Hello, aunt, I am Jiang Xueqing, the host of the People's Life column of Jiangbei TV Station, and I would like to interview you."
"Oh, it's the host of the TV station." My mother suddenly panicked and became at a loss. Fortunately, Jiang Xueqing was very experienced in interviewing and told Liu's mother not to be nervous and to turn on all the lights in the room first.
There is a 60-watt fluorescent lamp on the wall of Liu's house. It was installed by Liu Ziguang when he was in school. Its lifespan is nearing the end. When it is turned on, the ballast buzzes and it is not bright enough. So Jiang Xueqing let the TV camera come in to fill in the light.
The lights were turned on, and the room was bright.
Jiang Xueqing stood in the small room and scanned the house where the hero lived. The room was filled with pots and jars, and there was very little space for activities. There was a straw thatch exposed on the bedside, two pillows with red printed leather, and a dim double happiness.
, presumably still something left behind by the old couple when they got married.
An old man with facial features somewhat similar to Liu Ziguang was sitting on the bedside, a little embarrassed. There were salt beans and liquor bottles on the small table in front of him. There was a washbasin on the cement floor next to the table. The basin was ticking. In the evening,
If it rains a little, the room will immediately leak.
Jiang Xueqing has interviewed countless families, many of whom are in need. She is used to this kind of scene. She said calmly: "Uncle, are you Liu Ziguang's father?"
Father Liu nodded: "I am his father."
"It's like this. During the Dalian Road bank robbery this afternoon, Liu Ziguang suffered a gunshot wound because of his bravery. I came here specially to take the second elder to the hospital to see him."
With a "pop" sound, the plate in Liu's mother's hand was smashed to pieces, and she collapsed helplessly beside the door frame.