Lin Kunkun looked at the anti-narcotics policemen who were cleaning up the battlefield, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of sorrow in his heart! Although more than 30 drug dealers were killed and seven drug dealers were captured during the whole battle, including Hu Hai, an important figure, and Qiu, a member of the Wolf Tooth, the anti-narcotics squadron suffered heavy losses. Six officers remained forever in the mountains, and one of the few soldiers who died was not even under the age of 20.

"Don't you feel a little sad?" A hoarse male voice sounded next to Lin Kunkun, Lin Kunkun knew him, and he only knew him among all the anti-drug police, he was Ma Rongguang, the captain of the Baoshan Anti-Drug Squadron.

"Twenty-three years ago, when I first participated in the encirclement and suppression of drug dealers, I was like this, watching my comrades-in-arms fall to my side one by one, and my heart felt as if it was torn apart. However, I think in the past, they should have no regrets. Because we know that we insist on protecting the people of China by insisting on the front line of such work, so don't be sad, the general will inevitably forget on the battlefield, this is our best ending. Although Ma Rongguang said this, Lin Kunyan could still hear the deep sadness in his low and hoarse voice, and he could still see the deep reluctance in his red eyes.

Ma Rongguang patted Lin Kunyan's shoulder and turned away with a sigh.

Lin Kunyan looked at his teammates beside him, their complexions were a little pale, although they did not have any other emotional fluctuations due to their dedication during the battle, but the tension at the end of the war surged again, making them feel a little palpitating. They should have had a physical discomfort reaction, and they were infected by the sad atmosphere in front of them, forgetting everything, and their faces were filled with grief.

Lin Kunyan sat down leaning against the roots of the tree, how could he never have thought that he would be in this situation a few months ago, nor would he have thought that he would have changed so much.

As he watched everyone sit on the floor and start eating and resting after cleaning the battlefield, his mind went back to a few months ago......

The scorching sun shone on the concrete road, and the private cars on the road were a little distorted by the reflection of steam. The banyan trees on both sides of the road no longer stand tall as if they were about to be dried, and the branches of the banyan trees have long since fallen to the ground, like old people crumbling. I don't know if it's Lin Kunyan's ambivalence or the pressure of life, he looks at the cars running back and forth on the road and has an urge to smash them.

Lin Kunkun has been graduating for a year, a third-rate major from a first-class university, a few years ago the hot major two years before he graduated, the market situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse, and now he has no choice but to be able to use this major to pretend. Sculpture was his passion, but now his passion for the profession does not bring him financial income.

Walking into the bus platform is also the moment of stepping out of the shade of the trees, the heat wave paves the way, and the public transportation construction in this city is very general. Scattered people were exposed to the scorching sun while waiting for the bus to arrive at the station, and the rampant Apollo wielded his power at will. Lin Kunyan's sweat couldn't stop dripping down his forehead, he raised his head and squinted his eyes slightly, skimming the high sun, and an idea popped up inexplicably in his heart: "The sun of China should not belong to Apollo!"

He is a person who likes to read miscellaneous books, and the legend about the sun god immediately came to his mind: "Xihe, the sun goddess of China!" It is recorded in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas": Beyond the East China Sea, between the sweet springs, there is the country of Xihe. There is a woman named Xihe, the wife of Emperor Jun, who was born for ten days and often bathed in Ganyuan. What Lin Kunyan didn't expect was that when he met Xihe that day, he knew that this so-called legend was nonsense.

It took about ten minutes for the bus to slowly enter the platform, and it was hard for Lin Kunqi to imagine why there were so many people in China, and even more difficult to imagine how electric buses could carry so many people. Slowly and leisurely like the footsteps of an old man, there is a possibility of stopping at any time! Running to the front door of the bus, the moment the hydraulic door opens, it is not the cold air of the air conditioner on the bus, but a hot air mixed with a sour smell.

He took a deep breath and carried the bag that was straddled, and squeezed it with heavy steps, with an indomitable momentum, and the door finally squeezed his back shut with a few "bangs, booms". There was a cacophony of electric energy, and the car vibrated towards the talent market.