When the manuscript was handed over, Yan Xiao was still very nervous, for fear that this time his hard work would appear in the trash can again. But fortunately, it was finally passed, and when reading the manuscript, the editor-in-chief even smiled at Yan Xiao and said, "Yes, Yan Xiao, it's different after going out for a few days, this time the news is good, continue to track, maybe you can do a follow-up report." ”

Since leaving the editor-in-chief's office, Yanxiao has been smirking non-stop, and when Lin Xiao walked to Yanxiao's seat and wanted to discuss things with her, Yanxiao even wanted to hug her. Ignoring Lin Xiao's back of being frightened and running away in a panic, Yanxiao once again lay on the table and laughed, my first independent news is about to be born!

Today is not the day of tomb sweeping, the whole cemetery is a little empty and deserted at a glance, except for the rows of tombstones standing silently. Jian Shang walked through it, and under his feet was the road that he had become more and more familiar with in the past few years, and this road led to the resting place of his dearest and beloved.

When he walked to a tombstone, Jian Shang finally stopped, squatted down and put the flower in his hand in front of the tombstone, and the moment he saw the name on the tombstone, he seemed to feel that the heavens and the earth were silent, and even the wind that was still painful on his face just now seemed to be gentle.

Looking at the person in the photo on the tombstone, Jian Shang stretched out his hand and stroked the dust on it.

Dad, Mom, my son has come to see you, are you doing well? Dad, I've brought your favorite drink, I'll pour you a drink. Mom, I bought you your favorite flower, can you smell it, is it the kind of smell you usually like?

My son has done a lot of things recently, and I don't know what the final result will be. Good or bad, when the dust settles, I'll tell you one by one.

You must be complaining about me again, I know, you must want me to live as easily as I used to, I want to, but from the day you left, I can't anymore.

Dad, Mom, my son misses you, I'm a little tired these days, you haven't come to see me in your dreams recently, come and see me, don't leave your son......

The low voice quickly dissipated in the wind, and Jian Sang was tiredly quiet, hunched over and sat on the ground, closed his eyes, and rested his head on the tombstone.

Dad, Mom, it's cooled down today, it's really cold, let me stay in your arms for a while.

A few days have passed, Yanxiao has always wanted to continue to understand and follow up on Liu Huilian's case, and asked the police at the police station several times, but was blocked back because the case was still under investigation. Yan Xiao was helpless, so he had to dial Li Wen's phone again, and roughly talked about the situation, Li Wen was very happy this time, said "wait" to Yan Xiao, and hung up the phone to inquire about the situation.

When she received Li Wen's call, Yan Xiao was wandering at the door of the police station, listening to the situation introduced by Li Wen on the other end of the phone, Yan Xiao's brows furrowed. Although it is true that Liu Huilian hurt people, after all, Hong Qiang made the assault first, and many people at the scene can testify, Liu Huilian's charges should be quickly cleared, but I learned from Li Wen's phone call that no one has come out to testify about Hong Qiang's indecent behavior that day, and Ma Ying's mother and son insisted on suing Liu Huilian for intentionally hurting people, so far, Liu Huilian is still locked up in the police station.

How so? Yan Xiao was a little puzzled, there were obviously people who were watching the scene that day and enthusiastically told the truth, how could there be no witnesses at this time? Is there a mistake?

With a string of question marks, Yanxiao left the police station and rushed to the market without stopping.

Probably because it was almost noon, there were very few people buying things in the market, and the vendors were bored, the men gathered together to play cards, and the women were chatting in twos and threes. Yan Xiao didn't know exactly where the merchants who provided clues that day were, so she could only look all the way down the market, and when she was looking around, she suddenly felt someone pull her, and asked in a low voice, "Little girl, why are you here?" ”

Looking up at the voice, Yan Xiao was overjoyed and found it.

As soon as he was pulled aside by the uncle, Yan Xiao couldn't wait to ask, "Uncle, when the police station came to collect evidence, didn't you provide clues?" Why would the people at the police station say that Liu Huilian would still be prosecuted by Ma Ying and them for intentional injury without relevant witnesses? ”

Although Yan Xiao was a little girl in her twenties, she was also small, but she was really serious, and when she asked questions continuously like a machine gun, the uncle was still silenced by this momentum.

Coughing lightly in embarrassment, the uncle lowered his voice again and said, "Reporter girl, we also have suffering." You don't know that after coming back that day, Ma Ying's wife made a big fuss in the market, saying that if anyone dares to talk nonsense from the police, they will smash their stalls and disrupt their business. Ay! You say, in this market, who doesn't have the old and the young to feed, who wants to have something to do with such a crazy woman? And her son, who usually interacts with each other, you don't know, what kind of fox friends are they. ”

The old man sighed and said, "We also know that Huilian's kid is wronged, but ...... Ay! ”

Yan Xiao understood, but suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

After a pause, he smiled and asked the old man, "Uncle, can you bear to be sentenced to prison like this, and her six-year-old child will lose her mother again after losing her father?" Also, do you plan to continue to tolerate Ma Ying's family in the market like this? If they do more extreme things in the future, how far will you have to endure? ”

The old man bowed his head and was silent when asked. After a while, he raised his head and hesitated, "I don't know, let's talk about it later......"

Feeling Yanxiao's slightly surprised and disappointed eyes, the old man hurriedly twisted his face to the side and waved his hand, "I don't know, I don't know, you let me think about it, little girl." ”

took out the sticky note from the bag and wrote down his contact information, Yanxiao stuffed the note into the old man's hand, and said warmly, "Uncle, I know your worries and difficulties, but when you actively reported the situation to me that day, I knew that you were all kind and righteous people." But just because we're kind doesn't mean we're weak, right? ”

After speaking, without waiting for the old man to answer anything, Yanxiao said goodbye to him and walked towards the outside of the market.

The old man turned around and looked at the back of Yan Xiao leaving, and for no reason, he suddenly felt a little ashamed.

Nothing. Yan Xiao barely took two mouthfuls of lunch outside, and prepared to rush back to the club with a dejected face.

On the way back, I ran into Chang Ping, who was about to return to the office to deliver the manuscript. After saying hello, looking at the girl's frosted eggplant, Chang Ping asked curiously, "What's the matter, little girl?" ”

Yanxiao thought about it, and always felt like something was blocked in his chest, sullen, and simply told the old reporter what happened and his feelings.

Chang Ping listened patiently and smiled with a familiar expression, "This kind of situation will often encounter in the future, just get used to it." Justice is something that can never be maintained only by blood, it needs someone to sacrifice, sacrifice interests, sacrifice value, and even sacrifice life, and human nature is measured by a scale. Later, when you see more, you will understand. ”

Sacrifice? Yanxiao suddenly thought of someone. That boy sacrificed a lot of things in pursuit of justice. If he were today, would he still do this?

Seeing the tangled expression of Yan Xiao, Chang Ping smiled again, patted her shoulder, and said a few more words before turning around and walking towards the newspaper office.

What did he say? Years later, I still remember the words and smiles clearly.

That afternoon, the sun behind Chang Ping was a little dazzling, and he smiled and said to Yanxiao, little girl, don't be entangled, you don't need to be entangled. The decision on what kind of news you want to make is always in your hands. As long as you will, as long as you will, persevere, justice will never be absent, although occasionally late.