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A fat aunt in a red uniform, pushing a dazzling variety of small cars, struggled to move forward in the sardine-like canned train. From time to time, some passengers retract their feet in a panic to avoid being hit by a car.

A young man in a navy blue coarse cloth coat was lying on the small coffee table, snoring like thunder and falling asleep. His legs were stretched out, almost all across the aisle. "Excuse me", the fat conductor saw that the guy didn't react, and frowned and reminded again.

The guy's name is Han Dafu, and he has been sitting on this train for more than ten hours, and he is already exhausted. At this time, it was already evening, and he was really no match for the sleepy worm, so he occupied the entire small coffee table and fell asleep.

This train is an ordinary express train from Shashi in Hunan Province to Binhai City, and the whole journey takes 23 hours. The end of Han Dafu's journey is Binhai City. The guy next to him is called Han Dong, and he is his cousin. This time, Han Dafu was entrusted by Han Dong's father to send Han Dong to Binhai City to go to college.

The guy named Han Dong was a little helpless when he saw that his cousin's big face almost covered the entire small coffee table. He could only lean against the window of the train, dozing off as the train swayed.

With a bang, the train shook, and Han Dong finally stopped resisting the sleepy insect and fell asleep.

One morning in December 2016, before the sun appeared, the smog was already shining on the land of Hangzhou. Since ancient times, Hangzhou has had the reputation of "heaven above, Hangzhou below", and now it is difficult to escape the attack of haze.

A dilapidated Citroen Elysee sedan slowly drove to the gate of the Hangzhou courthouse. The saloon bumper was scarred. Because it is a second-hand car, it is only 20,000 or 30,000 yuan to buy, and even if it is dilapidated, the driver is too lazy to take care of it.

The driver was a man in his thirties. He parked the car on the parking apron at the entrance of the court, pushed the car door, took a deep breath of the long and mellow Jiangnan haze, and was about to sort out today's work ideas, when he heard a sudden shout - "Judge Han Dong run".

The man named Han Dong hadn't come to his senses yet, but he saw a hammer appear in the air and hit him on the back of the head. He only felt that the world was spinning, and finally he couldn't stand it anymore and passed out.

It seemed that after a long time, Han Dong opened his eyes, and the vague figure in front of him gradually became clear. He has his wife, Yu Shan, and his father. They were watching Han Dong on the hospital bed with concern. Han Dong didn't see his infant daughter, maybe he didn't bring it at home.

"What's wrong with me?" Han Dong tried to remember, but unfortunately his brain was blank. Yu Shan saw Han Dong wake up and shouted in surprise to the doctor. The doctor came in an instant, opened Han Dong's eyelids, observed for a moment, asked two questions, and Han Dong subconsciously answered.

"It doesn't seem like a big deal, maybe a slight concussion." The doctor said uncertainly. Before the doctor finished speaking, Yu Shan threw herself into Han Dong's arms, tears welling up in her eyes, "I'm scared to death."

"Isn't this all right", Han Dong smiled. I really don't remember how I got to the hospital. But now is not the time to dig deeper. Han Dong quietly hugged his wife, feeling the long-lost warmth.

"Xiao Han, Dean Zhao sees that you are here." Before the person entered the house, the loud voice of Director Liu of the Political Department of the Hangzhou Court was heard. Director Liu was born as a demobilized cadre in the army, with a tough style and a loud voice. Han Dong hurriedly pushed his wife away and tried to sit up.

President Zhao of the Hangcheng Court strode over, grabbed Han Dong's hand, and said kindly: "Xiao Han, I have suffered. The good news, though, is that the person who attacked you has been caught." Han Dong recalled again, his brain was still blank. It turned out that I had been attacked.

"You take good care of your injuries and don't worry about work". Dean Zhao comforted again. Han Dong pursed his lips, thinking that everyone was in the hospital, and the work was about me.

"Xiao Han, the court is very concerned about your injury this time, and is ready to report your deeds to the provincial court to strive for a third-class merit, and the second batch of judges will give you priority."

In Han Dong's heart, another 10,000 divine beasts flew by. He has been with the court for more than five years and is still an assistant judge. The post reform[1] was carried out by the old comrades, and the young people obediently stood aside. The same is true for Han Dong, who is the pacesetter of the whole hospital.

Despite this, the cases are coming in one after another, and there is a lot of work to be done. Typical of selling white powder, making money selling cabbage.

Take this time as an example, I don't know which bastard attacked me. Han Dong asked himself to be kind to others in the unit, and he never had a grudge. Then it is certain that the attacker is his own party.

"Have you identified the attacker?" Han Dong couldn't help but ask.

"It has been investigated, Zhao Zhijing, a party to one of your divorce cases, is dissatisfied with your judgment of divorce between their husband and wife, and is waiting for an opportunity to retaliate." Director Liu replied.

It turned out to be this bastard, and a hint of fierceness flashed in Han Dong's eyes. Zhao Zhijing's divorce case has just been decided. During the trial, Han Dong found that Zhao Zhijing had serious violent tendencies and often punched and kicked his wife after drinking. But this guy was unwilling to divorce his wife, so his wife had to sue in court.

Han Dong also worked for Zhao Zhijing's wife. But Zhao Zhijing's wife's intention to divorce is more resolute. Zhao Zhijing once knelt in Han Dong's office and begged him to do his wife's work again. Han Dong was soft-hearted and really helped him again.

However, Zhao Zhijing's wife is a strong woman, standing straight at the door of the court, holding a kitchen knife across her neck, and bluntly saying that if she does not sentence the divorce, she will kill herself on the spot. Han Dong was annoyed by this strange couple, and finally simply decided to divorce.

"What are the hospitals going to do with this person?" Han Dong asked coldly.

"Don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation," Director Liu said, "15 days of public security detention."

Is it just detention Han Dong touched the back of his head, there was still a faint pain there. Regardless of how the leader looked at him, Han Dong closed his eyes a little disheartened. He is the pacesetter of the whole court, and he has a clear conscience in every case. There was such a vicious incident as the attack on the judge, and the perpetrator was detained for only 15 days.

Seeing that Han Dong's face was wrong, Dean Zhao glanced at Director Liu. Director Liu understood and took out an envelope, "Xiao Han, here is 500 yuan of condolence money, the leaders of the hospital care about you very much and fight for you."

Han Dong's wife, Yu Shan, was a little moved. Han Dong inadvertently saw his wife's expression and couldn't help but sigh. The wife is not a greedy person, otherwise she would not follow herself who is poor and white. But now that I was moved by 500 yuan, I can't help but say that it's a bit ironic. 500 yuan is one-sixth of my monthly salary, which can be regarded as a windfall.

Han Dong was a little gloomy again. He is a master's student from a prestigious university and has been in the Hangzhou Court for five years. The original ideal of the rule of law has faded, and only the reluctance of work and the pressure of life remain. Whenever he heard his wife complain about his low salary, Han Dong could only swallow the bitter fruit alone.

Some of the students who graduated with him are now department-level cadres, and some have become the management of the world's top 500 companies. Han Dong was relegated to the bottom among his classmates. Every time Han Dong had a class reunion, he said that he was busy with work and didn't dare to participate. Is this kind of life really what Han Dong wants?

Dean Zhao and Director Liu came and went quickly. Han Dong smiled at his wife and father, said he was fine, and then closed his eyes. If you think too much and are a little tired, then go to sleep. Maybe it's good to have a sleep, Han Dong took a look.

With a snort, the train shook violently again, and Han Dong was awakened instantly, what a long dream. Han Dong opened his eyes and saw a fat conductor, who was pushing the car next to Han Dafu and making noise: "Collect your feet." He hurriedly pushed his cousin, who was drooling from sleep.

Han Dafu was dreaming at this time. In the small pink house in Dongguan, he was touching the little hand of the delicate princess, and before he could go any further, he was woken up by Han Dong.

"What are you doing", Han Dafu muttered dissatisfiedly. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and withdrew his foot.

Han Dong didn't pay attention to his cousin anymore, and his thoughts had already flown to that real and absurd dream: in the dream, he was already a young man, but he was still a dick. After graduating with a master's degree, he was admitted to the Hangzhou Court and lived a dull life from 9 to 5. The most important thing is to work for five years, and the monthly salary is only more than 3,000 yuan.

In 2016, housing prices in Hangzhou have risen to 40,000 square meters. If it weren't for the father-in-law's down payment, he bought a small house of dozens of square meters. I, my wife, and my daughter can only live without a fixed place. My mother was unable to treat her heart disease, and after a few years of delay, my mother finally died.

It's a nightmare. No, it's not my Han Dong's life. Even if it's just a dream. The corners of Han Dong's eyes were unconsciously full of tears, full of worries about his mother's body. It seems that recently, my mother's body is getting weaker and weaker, could it really be a heart attack?

It was pitch black outside the window, and the sound of a train rumbling was constantly heard in my ears. Looking at the cousin who was sleeping on the small coffee table, and the other people who were also sleepy-eyed, Han Dong felt a sense of relief. It was still 2006, and I was still on the train to Binhai University.

Fortunately, it was just a dream, my mother was still alive, and there was no time crossing event in the novel. Han Dong patted his chest, and then became confused again, the dream just now was so real. Han Dong recalled again, and dimly felt that this was his true memory.

Note [1]: The post reform is a judicial reform vigorously promoted by the whole country in recent years, which selects outstanding judges to become post judges, gives them better treatment, and encourages them to handle more cases and handle cases well. Other judges who have not been admitted to the post will continue to handle cases during the transition period, but will lose their qualifications if they do not enter the post in the future. The original intention of the personnel quota system was to select outstanding judges and enrich them to the front line of handling cases, but since the reform was launched, it has inevitably gone out of shape.