People who have not been to the Great Gobi in the northwest always subjectively think that the so-called Gobi Desert is a desert, with no grass and full of desolation, but in fact, the original meaning of Gobi in Mongolian refers to "a vast desert with dry land and gravel". It is formed due to the rain shadow effect of the Himalayas that blocks the rain clouds from reaching the Gobi region, and is also used to refer to a landform on the edge of the desert, mainly composed of gravel and coarser sand grains, with excellent permeability, and lack of water on the surface, also called desert. Qicheng is close to the edge of the Gobi, although the Gobi is vast, but it is not desolate, and in the rainy season, as long as there is enough precipitation, in a short time, it quickly turns into a grassland.

It's just that the rainy season in the Gobi is very short, and now it has come to an end, this year's rainfall is very small, compared with previous years, the Gobi is a lot more desolate, here is only more than 200 kilometers away from Qicheng, but it has reached the boundary of Inner Mongolia. After a night rain like a return of light, the shallots let out an amazing cry, facing the desolate wind, the proud sun, exuding the brilliance of life.

In the early morning of the Great Gobi, in the desolation, it shows an unyielding vitality. A Land Rover drove aimlessly towards the morning sun for a long time, but the woman who got off the car brought a trace of gloom and lifeless gloom to the crowd who were filming the Gobi scenery in the off-road vehicle concentration not far away.

Can you actually touch the crowd? Sang Honglei reflexively wanted to turn around and leave, but she had already seen her travelers, who had already waved all kinds of objects in their hands enthusiastically to greet her. I haven't talked to anyone for more than two months, away from the crowd, away from the hustle and bustle, away from the red dust, and my heart seems to have been numb, and I have forgotten a lot, except for those that I can't forget no matter how hard I try. Facing the enthusiastic crowd, Sang Honglei's chapped lips seemed to grin, which was an expression, no matter whether people saw it or not, at this moment, it was like a world away.

After leaving home that night, let the horse be reined, unconsciously came to the depths of the Gobi, human beings can always create a miracle of life, a small oasis, gathered a few Mongolian herdsmen, stop the car, live like a walking corpse, sometimes want to force themselves to think, but do not know what to think. The enthusiastic herdsmen tried a lot of ways, and even found a shaman on the other side of the grassland to perform a ritual on this lost woman, but it did not have the desired effect. A few days ago, the friends who lived in the water and grass were about to migrate, restarted the vehicle, chose the direction of going deeper and deeper into the Gobi, drove aimlessly, and actually walked into the crowd. Maybe everything is really providential?

For the arrival of this trance-like traveler, other travelers secretly pinched a sweat, her car was almost out of gas, and there was not even the necessary food and fresh water for traveling in the desert in the car, if it wasn't for a coincidence, even if she couldn't turn back now, there was only one ending, sleeping in the desert forever.

Sang Honglei didn't speak from beginning to end, in the face of other people's inquiries, she just grinned instinctively, until she found a clump of vibrant shallots, and only then came out of her hoarse throat two words that were difficult for others to understand, slowly squatted down, grabbed a handful, stuffed it into her mouth, and chewed it a few times with difficulty. Thinking that she was so hungry and thirsty that she was about to lose consciousness, the travelers hurriedly gathered around, took out water and food, and handed it to her.

"Thank you, I'm not hungry or thirsty" Sang Honglei finally came up with a complete sentence.

"You've got to look scary, and, if you don't meet us, your car". When the leading traveler was talking, he was quietly pulled by a girl. There was a message on the girl's mobile phone to find her missing wife, although it was a little out of shape, and after a few times, everyone still determined that this was the missing woman!

After several temptations, everyone found that Sang Honglei was very conscious, and after carefully detouring around a lot of corners, she finally brought the topic to her disappearance, Sang Honglei just said calmly, I want to leave the crowd and think about my life, and now I have almost figured it out and is preparing to go back. The travelers were not at ease, and no matter how much she shirked it, they sent her to a gas station with a garrison before continuing their journey.

Yes, the moment she saw the sand onions, Sang Honglei really figured out that the whole meaning of life is not for a certain person, a certain thing, even if it is only a few days, the sand onions can fully bloom the brilliance of life, no matter what kind of experience a person has in his life, he cannot give up life lightly.

For a long time, Sang Honglei thought that she should live for her father and brother, arranged their lives, and worked hard for her younger brother, and later her husband and son, she barely lived a day for herself in her memory, in order to give the people she cared for a magnificent life, she gave everything she had, especially for Mingming's future, she even lost her pride, self-esteem, and personality to endure Liu Zhibin's inhuman torture.

The moment she saw her brother and son in the doghouse, her world collapsed all of a sudden, this is the relatives for whom she gave almost all her loved ones? Mingming is still young, not enough to judge right from wrong, but what about his younger brother who has also put in a lot of effort?

She has tried a lot these days, trying to forget, trying to find an answer that she knows is impossible, and it is only today that she has an epiphany, and the effort of turning the wax torch into ashes and tears may be just a matter of course in the eyes of others, is it worth it? It's not worth it, it's really not worth it! Even his own ambition is generated for others, what has he lived in this life?

The body was enslaved by Liu Zhibin, at least there was a reward, and what did the soul get by actively prostrate at the feet of his loved ones? Even if it's a younger brother, even if it's a son, they should have their own lives, not their own lives! Too much accommodation, care, and spoiling can only make them only know how to take, not in return, and even make bestiality that tramples on ethics and morality.

As a woman, I need to live for myself, and as a mother, my son, who has made a mistake, needs a chance to get back on the right path, so I can't just leave it alone like this! Wang Mingli had died since the day he pushed himself to Liu Zhibin, although she understood that he still loved her passionately. Once she started thinking normally, Sang Honglei actually thought of Liu Huanyin, maybe her indulgence was related to her younger brother? But what about mine? Just for Mingming and the home without Wang Mingli? The gradually clear mind seems to be starting to get a little confused again

"I don't think there's any value, and in the spirit of being responsible for the child, let this thing go up in smoke, and besides, I have to make it clear to Sang Hongjun that letting him go to hell with this secret is also a kind of redemption." Fang Jingchen patted the few pages taken out of the file in his hand and took out a lighter.

Jing Jianwu didn't speak, all night, he was frowning and pondering, not knowing what he was thinking, Zhong Lixin's reminder did not let them immediately start the investigation, prosecution, and sentencing matters are the affairs of the procuratorate and the court, and it has nothing to do with them, Sang Hongjun now has a strong will to survive, from a legal point of view, it is a duty to write his attitude into the materials, and it is also a necessary professional ethics. However, from a humanistic point of view, writing everything he confessed truthfully is undoubtedly a moral decline or even annihilation, and his uncle and nephew Jing Jianwu really can't sort out his own clues.

I don't know why, Jing Jianwu had a scene in his mind before Wu Weijun died, loyal to the guard, what am I guarding? The dignity of the law! Thinking of this, he suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Fang Jingchen, "If the court sentences him not to die, is it a kind of murder to burn these pages and write a sentence less?" Jingchen, we are the police".

"Heh, murder? What if Wang Mingming died because he wanted to live? Isn't it even more murder, and it's the murder of a child who is only fifteen years old"!

"Wang Mingming is still young after all, and with the right psychological counseling, he will not die"!

"Ha, my uncle led me to peep at my mother and others, and it was beyond the kind of BT that normal people could bear, and then what? Forget it, disgusting, I can't say it, I just want to ask you, is this a crime, can you find a basis for sentencing from the law? You can't, I can't, neither can the comrades who prosecute the law, our laws are not perfect, and at this time we need to make some measurements on the scale of morality, comrade brother"!

"It is precisely because our legal system has not kept up with the increasingly complicated social situation that it is all the more necessary for us to seek truth from facts and have the right to uphold the dignity of the law.

"Enough, I didn't discuss anything with you from the moral high ground, and you don't want to stand on the high ground of duty to discuss with me what you need to be loyal to, what to maintain, just on the facts, I'm just saying that there are things that need to be weighed, and also, it's not your fault or mine for violating the rules without a clerk, don't give yourself a basin, he's in the intensive care unit, and the doctor only allows the two of us to enter, this is for technical reasons, and, in principle, during my suspension, the temporary guest clerk, did not participate in the interrogation, Isn't it about being true to your own duties? Very good, these pages are here, you don't have to take a political class with me, think about it yourself" slapped the transcript on the table, Fang Jingchen slammed the door and left.

People may be like this, when someone confronts you, you may insist on your own point of view, and when you really want to be alone, you tend to think carefully about the other person's point of view. Sometimes I think I have the truth in my hands, and sometimes I ask myself with suspicion, am I wrong? The longer he sat alone in the office, the more he doubted his point of view, and he had to look at himself from another angle! Forcing himself to get out of the entanglement, he dialed Zhong Lixin's phone, I don't know why, during this time, I have an inexplicable trust in this migrant worker who is still a little mysterious even now.

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