Zheng Yanwu took out two ropes from the torn bag on his back and slowly tied up the bedding. Then he used the ropes to string all the pots and pans together. It seemed that he was planning to carry them with him when moving.

"Where are you going?" Bai Song asked.

Zheng Yanwu didn't want to answer. He looked up at Bai Song. There was real concern in Bai Song's eyes. After a few seconds, he replied, "There is still some space under the Jiuhe Bridge."

"Our station has already contacted a rescue station for you, and you will be sent there in the near future. How can you walk under the bridge in such a cold day?" Bai Song knew Jiuhe Bridge. There was very little space for people under the bridge, and there were drafts on both sides. How could people live there in this season?

"Thank you..." Zheng Yanwu said the word "thank you" with difficulty. He was not used to it. "I won't go to that place."

"Why? There is food, drinks and heating there." Bai Song's tone was a little anxious.

"That's not home." Zheng Yanwu was silent for a while, looking at Bai Song's persistence, and then said: "Don't worry about me, if it's cold, I will buy a tent."

Buy a tent? Bai Song looked at Zheng Yanwu and it wasn't that he looked down on him, but it was hard for him to be associated with the word "buy".

Zheng Yanwu, who has been wandering for many years, is very sensitive. Bai Song's hesitation and confusion made Zheng Yanwu's heart, which had just warmed up a little, quickly cool down again.

"How about this," Bai Song said without thinking: "When I get off work tomorrow, I will take you to see the tents. If you don't have enough money, I will help you." Bai Song really wanted to help this man, and he really didn't need the few hundred dollars for the tent.

For the first time, Zheng Yanwu raised his head and looked at Bai Song. He stared at Bai Song for a full ten seconds and said, "Thank you, but I have money."

After Zheng Yanwu finished speaking, he was afraid that Bai Song would not believe him, so he took out an envelope from his innermost clothes. Inside the envelope were both small and large amounts of money, at least two to three thousand yuan, and three or four bank cards, and none of them looked like ordinary cards.

"You have so much money, why don't you go home?" Bai Song was a little surprised.

"I told you, I have no home anymore."

"Then you can buy a house. If houses in Tianhua City are very expensive, you can also buy one in your hometown." Bai Song remembered that Zheng Yanwu's hometown was a city in the south, which was not a very developed area. "If it really doesn't work, you can also find a small place to rent a house and then make some money. It's better than being cold like this."

"House..." Zheng Yanwu searched his pockets and took out a lighter, but no cigarettes. Over the years, he had never asked anyone for cigarettes, but now he looked up at Bai Song.

"Oh, sorry, I don't smoke." Bai Song understood what Zheng Yanwu meant, but he really didn't smoke, so he could only say, "Wait for me for a moment, I'll get you one."

Then Bai Song walked quickly towards Wang Suo.

When he first came to the station, Bai Song liked to run when he encountered an emergency. Later, Sun Tang told him that police officers should try not to run unless there was an emergency. They should only run when arresting or rescuing people. If they run normally, it is easy for the people around to mistakenly think something happened and cause a slight panic. Bai Song always believed in his master's words. At this time, he walked quickly, which was very fast.

"I still have half a box left. Give it all to him." Wang Suo took out a cigarette from a box of Yunyan cigarettes, gently put it in his chest pocket, and handed the rest to Bai Song: "Does he have a lighter?"

"Yes, yes, thank you, Chief Wang," Bai Song walked quickly to Zheng Yanwu with half a pack of cigarettes in his hand.

"Just one," Zheng Yanwu took a cigarette from the box handed over by Bai Song, and handed the rest to Bai Song: "I'll buy some later."

Bai Song did not refuse, took the half pack of cigarettes and put it in his pocket.

"Pop", the sound of sparks came from Zheng Yanwu's covered hands, and the thin smoke looked like a smaller version of the white smoke at the explosion scene just now.

"Go on, what happened to the house?" Bai Song asked.

"I have a house," Zheng Yanwu took a deep puff of cigarette, "but I don't have a home anymore."

Bai Song was silent for a while, then asked, "Is it an accident?"

"Accident." Zheng Yanwu put his hands down beside his thighs while holding a cigarette, and turned to look towards the south: "It was caused by me."

Bai Song heard his father say, don't underestimate anyone in the world.

Everyone who has been eating for decades is bound to have some aspects that you have never come into contact with and do not understand at all. Even if you look down on this person, he is bound to have some aspects that you are not as good as.

When two people walk together, one of them can be my teacher.

Bai Song didn't know what to say, so he half-knelt on the ground and stretched out his hand.

Zheng Yanwu took the cigarette with his left hand, wiped his right hand on his coat, then reached into his inner clothes to wipe it, and shook hands with Bai Song: "Thank you."

"No need to thank me. I can't help you with anything. I can only tell you about what you have been through. Although I cannot feel it personally, I want to say that time is one-way and people can only look forward. Since you are still alive, you have to live the way the dead would want to see you." Bai Song felt the man's rough hand, squeezed it hard, and then let go.

"Well, thank you. I'm still alive, I know." Zheng Yanwu said, "I'll go to a few more places, and maybe I'll go back."

"Okay, if you need my help, just tell me." Bai Song took out a pen and a shorthand notebook from his chest pocket and wrote down his phone number: "If you buy a cell phone in the future, you can call me if you have any problems."

Zheng Yanwu took the note from Bai Song and put it in his coat pocket: "I haven't asked you your name yet."

"White pine."

"Well, OK, Bai Song." Zheng Yanwu looked around and at the tall buildings in Daguangli. "Are you going to ask me about the death of someone in Daguangli yesterday?"

"If you know something, I'm all ears." Bai Song became interested.

"Well, two people came into this bungalow yesterday and changed clothes in the innermost rows of houses." Zheng Yanwu said, "That's all I saw. I don't know the rest. Not long after they changed their clothes and left, you police officers came."

"Yeah!" Bai Song stood up all of a sudden, his eyes fixed on the innermost part of the bungalow, "Old Zheng, if you buy a tent and live under the Jiuhe Bridge, I will come to see you later. I have something to check first!"

After saying that, Bai Song immediately ran towards the king's place.

"Wang Suo, Wang Suo," Bai Song said in a slightly anxious voice, "Can you ask the construction team to pause for a moment? I have an important clue to tell you."

"No problem." Chief Wang didn't ask Bai Song what was going on, but first notified the contractor to come over and suspend the project.

The contractor came over quickly and arranged to stop the work. The contractor had already decided not to start the work today and would wait until tomorrow.

I have to go back and check the perpetual calendar... Is it not appropriate to start construction today?