Common people heroes 141

  The entrance of the interrogation room was crowded with reporters, seven or eight microphones were stretched out in front of Liu Ziguang, flashlights flashing non-stop. A petite and agile female reporter struggled to squeeze through her colleagues, drilling into the front of Liu Ziguang, her small face flushed red, holding a microphone saying: "Hello, I'm Jiang Xueqing, host of TV station 'People's Livelihood', may I ask you a few questions?"

  Then a camera also squeezed in, all the reporters knew that Jiang Xueqing was the ace flower of this TV station, and she was a well-known figure in the Jiangbei news circle, with a relatively high level of professionalism, often liking to ask sensitive and sharp questions, so everyone quieted down and waited for her to ask.

  Looking at the slender fingers holding the microphone, and the big eyes blinking rapidly, Liu Ziguang cleared his throat, just about to speak, when Deputy Director Song suddenly blocked the microphone, smiling and saying: "Host Jiang, friends from the media, our hero is wounded by a gunshot, has just finished cooperating with the police investigation, and now needs to return to the hospital, please forgive us."

  The reporters looked at Liu Ziguang's energetic appearance and wouldn't let him go, especially Jiang Xueqing, who didn't give Song any face, her small mouth pouting as if she wanted to speak. Song was after all an old public security officer and didn't give them the opportunity, with a wave of his hand, several police officers surrounded them, forming a human wall that separated the reporters, escorting Liu Ziguang away from the scene.

  She took the elevator down to the courtyard of the Municipal Bureau, got directly into Song's Audi and sped off towards the hospital. The reporters rushed out to get in their cars and give chase. Jiang Xueqing was squeezed to the back, the TV station's interview car stopped on the outside road, with the cameraman running to the side of the car, but that Audi had already vanished from sight. Angrily, Jiang Xueqing stamped her foot: "Hmph, this old Song is too cunning."

  Jiang Xueqing smiled slyly again: "If you don't let me interview, I have another trick up my sleeve."

  ……

  In the back seat of the Audi, Deputy Director Song and Liu Ziguang sat shoulder to shoulder. Just now helping him brush off the interview was also a helpless move. Who knew that this foolish Liu Ziguang would say something unreliable? This case must have a unified external tone.

  "Little Liu, I basically understand the case clearly. You are righteous and brave, it's a justifiable defense, this is already a settled matter. The city has decided to make you a model of righteousness and bravery, a representative of good citizens. Do you have any objections?"

  Liu Ziguang nodded and didn't say anything.

  Director Song said: "Some comrades are not paying attention to the working methods, don't take it to heart, it's all for the sake of solving the case as soon as possible. When we get back to the ward, I'll personally take a statement from you."

  Liu Ziguang said: "I will cooperate, but I want to make a phone call home now."

  Song Ju's face lit up with a smile, and a stone in his heart fell to the ground. He habitually waved his hand and said, "No need, I've already sent someone to inform your family and bring them to the hospital to see you. Parents who can raise such an excellent son, I'd like to meet them too."

  Liu Ziguang also burst out laughing, and the atmosphere in the Audi suddenly became harmonious.

  It was already late in the evening, and the traffic at the hospital entrance had thinned out. A fine rain drifted across the sky, and under a dim yellow street lamp, a slender figure stood holding a small purple umbrella, looking up with expectation.

  The nurse in the hospital was not covering up anything, after the surgery she knew the specific situation, and found out that it was only a penetrating wound, without damaging the internal organs. She let out a long sigh of relief, but tears were still falling down her face. The police said Liu Ziguang had temporarily gone back to the municipal bureau to make a record, and would be back soon. Fang Fei stood at the door waiting for him.

  One hundred meters from the entrance, Liu Ziguang saw that small flower umbrella. When the car arrived at the entrance, he shouted to stop, and the driver stepped on the brake to slow down, but did not stop completely. Song Ju's husband, who had been calm for many years, had already seen the little nurse with pear blossoms in the rain at the entrance, and coughed dryly: "Little Wang, stop first."

  Fang Fei looked at the black Audi A6 in front of her with a puzzled expression, the tinted windows like mirrors that couldn't be seen inside. The window rolled down slowly, revealing that familiar face, as imposing and majestic as ever.

  "Little nurse, waiting for someone?" Liu Ziguang said with a smile, pushing the door to get off the car, looking nothing like he had been shot a few hours ago. His strong physique was wrapped in a wheat-colored windbreaker, making him look even more handsome and upright.

  Fang Fei was stunned for a second before she reacted.

  Xiao Hua's umbrella fell, and the whole person rushed up, the tears that had been held back for a long time burst out, pouring down, more dense than the patter of small rain, Liu Ziguang's chest was quickly wetted by tears, he stroked Fang Xi's hair to comfort her: "It's okay, silly girl, why are you still crying."

  "How can nothing be wrong, that's a gunshot wound, I saw the bullet hole...... Waaahhh, don't ever dare to fight with others again." The little nurse didn't care about the two pairs of eyes watching from inside the car, and buried herself in Liu Ziguang's arms, crying uncontrollably, tears and snot all over her face.

  In the Audi car, Song Ju's face revealed a helpless bitter smile: "My windbreaker..."

  ……

  At the entrance of the big courtyard where Liu Ziguang's family lived, an old lady who went out to throw away garbage was politely stopped by a beautifully dressed and elegant beauty.

  "Excuse me, grandma, is this No. 108 Qīn ài Xiàng?"

  The old lady looked at this obviously high-society woman who didn't belong to Gaotuo Slope with surprise, hesitated for a moment before saying: "Yes."

  "Wow, finally found it! Your alley is really hard to find, it's like a maze with all the twists and turns. Old lady, I have another question for you, does a person named Liu Ziguang live here?" The beautiful woman expressed her excitement in an exaggerated manner, waving her small fist in the air to celebrate before asking the next question.

  This time the old lady's mind was a bit clearer, and she replied: "Yes, isn't that Old Liu's child? He lives in the eighth door from here, with a red big gate, next to a pile of charcoal balls."

  "Thank you, old lady." The beautiful woman said politely and turned her head to beckon the cameraman: "Let's go, follow me."

  The photographer who had turned on the night shooting function followed Jiang Xueqing into the big courtyard, leaving behind the old lady Dong Erjinqing who was confused and couldn't figure out what was going on. Half a day later, she suddenly woke up with a start and exclaimed: "Old man, guess who I saw? It's the TV host!"

  In the kitchen of Old Liu's house, Mrs. Liu is stir-frying vegetables, their son is away on a business trip, so the old couple just eats casually at home, some green vegetables and tofu, a plate of salted beans is enough, the old man is watching TV in the room while drinking wine.

  The room was small, Liu's father sat on the edge of the bed, holding a small wine cup in his hand, occasionally taking a sip of this 8.5 yuan per catty loose wine, feeling very good, since his son became the Minister of Security, his spirit has been much stronger than before, even his waist is straight when walking, and his dull face has brightened up a lot.

  On the 21-inch color TV, today's Jiangbei news is being broadcast. The announcer is reporting the news in a calm tone. A bank robbery occurred on Dalian Road, and the police responded quickly, killing the thugs within an hour, minimizing the loss of national and public life and property to the lowest point.

  The decade-old TV screen was a bit blurry, and the color wasn't quite right. Liu's dad took a sip of his liquor, shaking his head: "What kind of world is this? Even banks are being robbed..."

  The door was suddenly knocked politely, which was a very strange thing. The neighbors in the big courtyard would never knock on the door, they all pushed the door and came in directly.

  "Who is it? Come in." said Liu's mother with a spatula in her hand.

  The door was gently pushed open, and a small head poked in, still holding a microphone with the letters JBTV printed on it.

  "Excuse me, does Liu Ziguang live here?" A sweet and gentle female voice sounded, somewhat familiar, but couldn't quite place where she had heard it before.

  She was a stranger, and Liu's mother suddenly became reserved, putting down the spatula, closing the stove door, wiping her hands on her apron, and replied: "Yes, you're Xiaoguang's friend?"

  Petite and elegant Jiang Xueqing walked in, holding a microphone and said: "Hello auntie, I'm Jiang Xueqing, the host of Jiangbei TV's 'People's Livelihood' program, and I'd like to interview you."

  "Oh no, it's the TV host." Mom suddenly panicked and was at a loss for what to do. Fortunately, Jiang Xueqing had a lot of interview experience and told Liu Mama not to be nervous, first turn on all the lights in the house.

  There was a 60-watt daylight lamp on the wall of Liu's house, which was installed by Liu Ziguang when he was in school. Its lifespan is almost over, and after turning it on, the ballast hums loudly, but it's not bright enough. So Jiang Xueqing had the TV station's camera brought in, and with the supplementary light turned on, the humble room was bathed in a brilliant light.

  Jiang Xueqing stood in the small room, scanning the house where the hero lived. The room was filled with jars and containers, leaving little space to move around. A grass mat protruded from under the bed, two pillowcases were red printed, and a dull double happiness character hung on the wall, probably left over from when the old couple got married.

  An old man with a somewhat similar appearance to Liu Ziguang sat awkwardly on the bed, in front of him was a small table with salted beans and a bottle of white wine, next to the table on the cement floor was a washbasin, which was dripping water, after a light rain in the evening, this room immediately leaked.

  Jiang Xueqing had interviewed countless families, including many low-income households, and such scenes were no longer surprising to her. She calmly asked: "Sir, are you Liu Ziguo's father?"

  Liu's father nodded: "I am his father."

  "It's like this, about the robbery at Dalian Road Bank this afternoon, Liu Ziguang was shot while trying to be a hero, I'm here specifically to take the two elders to the hospital to see him."

  With a "crash", Liu's mother's plate shattered into pieces, and she collapsed weakly against the door frame.