Lu Mingzhan recorded today's content in his work notebook.

The message prompt of the mobile phone rang in a row.

It's the team's message.

The team had just received a report that a woman had thrown her child under the age of one from the bridge into the Yinjiang River ten minutes earlier, and her husband had only time to stop her from jumping into the river when he arrived.

The child was recovered by the salvage team and had no vital signs.

Lu Mingzhan put down his mobile phone and drove back to the office.

Instead of going to the office, he moved to the back row of small bungalows.

As soon as I entered, I was not surprised to see Chang Qing who was busy.

Chang Qing heard footsteps behind him, turned his head and saw that it was Lu Mingzhan, and nodded at him.

Lu Mingzhan walked over, saw the blue-haired baby on the wooden bed, and asked, "The case has been dealt with?" ”

"The mother of the deceased had postpartum depression and wanted to commit suicide many times, and Team Zhang had already found out when I asked me to come over. ”

Lu Mingzhan sat at the end of the wooden bed and watched her busy work, "Postpartum depression is terrible." ”

"There are also many people with prenatal depression. "Everyone is under a lot of pressure, and women are even more stressed during pregnancy and after childbirth, and a bad transition becomes the result we see." ”

Lu Mingzhan didn't speak, watching her busy work.

After Chang Qing was done, the baby's parents also came, and the man rushed over to pick him up when he saw the lifeless child, and the woman's face stood in the distance, but she didn't look forward.

Changqing's eyes fell on her hand, only to find that she was handcuffed.

She looked at Zhang Xuan, "Won't this aggravate her depression?"

"Where there is humanity, handcuffs are inevitable. Zhang Xuan explained.

Chang Qing packed her backpack, Lu Mingzhan wanted to help her take it, but she blocked it, "Your hand is not good yet, let's mention it later." ”

"Yes. ”

The car from the funeral home came, and the man ran to the car with the child's body in the car, never looking at the woman.

The woman just stood there crying, and had no intention of getting into the car.

When the corpse truck was far away, the policewoman took the woman away.

Lu Mingzhan put his hand on her shoulder, "Uncomfortable?"

"It's not uncomfortable, I just can't understand it. ”

"Ordinary people can't understand it. ”

"I want to eat powder. ”

Lu Mingzhan turned his head to look at her, "What can we talk about that makes you think of eating?"

"I didn't eat lunch, I was hungry. ”

"I thought you were going to be upset about today's case. ”

"It's not sad, it's just embarrassing. I don't know what to say when I encounter this kind of thing too much. ”

"So your consulting class can continue to open, and a lot of people are willing to talk to you. If the proportion of propaganda is combined with them, maybe they can save people because of it. ”

Evergreen didn't resist as much as before.

Zhao Guang's matter made her shut down this part of the business for a while, China's culture is broad and profound, and she can have a multi-faceted understanding, no matter what she says, it will be misinterpreted.

The conversation between her, Lu Mingzhan and Zhao Guang was spread on the Internet, and the title with ** had tens of millions of hits, and the popularity continued for a while.

She went to read the comments below, and said everything, praised a lot, and scolded a lot.

There are also people who have exposed her information about Lu Mingzhan and Zhao Guang on the Internet, but for some reason, her life is not as affected as Yin Xuan's assistant who was buried before.

Chang Qing thought that this was mostly Lu Mingzhan's reason.

He happened to have a hand injury at that time, and after a few days in the hospital, he ran after her.

Chang Qing thought of the little purple and black corpse on the dim little bungalow, and said, "If you continue to have psychological counseling, I don't believe that you can be hacked again and again." ”

Lu Mingzhan liked her silly and straightforward look, "You go back and say hello to Zhou Zifeng, I can occasionally mention you two in business, it's okay for you to get involved." ”

Chang Qing suddenly said, "Ming Zhan, I understand. ”

"Understand what?"

"I didn't see any records of babies and seven-year-olds in my grandfather's and father's records, not that they hadn't had the opportunity to bury babies or seven-year-olds for decades. It is because they do not treat children under the age of seven as burial objects, even if they help them to be buried, they just send them on their last journey with the love of adults for children. ”

"You were like that just now?"

"Hmm. Children are stupid and don't understand anything. Leaving at a young age was already an unpleasant thing, and grandpa and dad couldn't bear to treat them as part of their commitment anymore. ”

Lu Mingzhan hugged her shoulder, "I'm glad you were born in such a family, and the words and deeds they taught you are so good." And leave you enough money so that you don't have to worry about your livelihood, and you can only see what you want in your heart. ”

"I'm lucky that they all paved the way for me. ”

……

When Evergreen got home, she re-read the part of her grandfather and father's handwritten work notes.

Grandpa still cherishes grandpa very much, in that turbulent era, many people can't go to school, grandpa not only writes well, but also writes simply and concisely, without nonsense;

To put it bluntly, I still haven't experienced a hard time, and I'm squeamish.

When Chang Qing flipped to one of the pages of notes, he chuckled in his heart.

This is the only story recorded by her grandfather, rather than simply writing down the object of burial, which is rare with personal emotions.

"On the eighth day of the fourth month, I went to Xiawang Village to bury the septuagenarians, the main family was humble and polite, and the guests also advanced and retreated, which was considered a joy and mourning. That night, the main family left wine, and on the way home, he was half drunk, and met a woman, dressed in white, crying near the river. I was shocked, listening carefully and not like a devil crying, and boldly stepped forward to greet him. The woman turned around, her face was like that of a young woman, and she was quite haggard while being soft. When the woman saw him asking, she wept silently, and made her identity known.

I am from Lu Village, I have a brother and a brother in my family, and my parents sent me to a tavern in the town when I was thirteen years old, and I made a living selling songs and wine. After a long time, the boss asked my parents to discuss at home to accompany the guests. When the parents heard that the salary of the accompanying workers had increased fivefold, they agreed again and again. Since then, every time I go home, my family is overjoyed to know that I have sent the money back. In the past ten years, the elder brother and younger brother have all started a family, parents and children and grandchildren are around the knee, and new houses and fertile fields have also been placed. So far, I have been home several times, but I have not seen them. The tavern was closed for the Spring Festival, and when I went home again, there was no one at home. The neighbor saw that I was pitiful and told me why. My family knew that I had been in the leather and meat business for many years, which had damaged my family's reputation, so they were speechless and moved my family to other places, hoping that I would not bother me anymore.

The woman's grief and grief are indescribable. I'm half drunk, and I don't know if it's a dream or a reality.

The next day, when the wine was about to wake up, someone from Lu Village came to me for a funeral. I knew that last night's events were not a dream. The woman had been gathered in straw mats, and hemp rope was still hanging from the beams of the house.

The villagers did not allow women to be buried in the cemetery of their own family in the village, for fear that they would destroy the feng shui of the village and let others gossip. I still have pity on her, and I regret that I should not have drunk yesterday and missed her life, so I took her home, found a treasure land, and buried it in it.

Tell my children and grandchildren about this, if you encounter something like this, don't think it's a dream, and distinguish it carefully. Even if you encounter ghosts and gods, ghosts and gods may not be killed. If you miss the opportunity to help, you will be harming people's lives. Remember, remember. ”