He said with a hint of joking, "Zhao Lihan, I never thought you had such a gentle and considerate side. Back in the army, Tang Fangfang from the art troupe pursued you relentlessly, but you didn't react at all. The female soldiers in the art troupe secretly nicknamed you 'Cold-Faced Killer,' haha. But now it seems, perhaps it was all fate..."
The person who said this was Zhao Lihan's best friend, Lin Lifeng. He was only 28 years old, a handsome man. Standing at 1.8 meters tall, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, he had an imposing and heroic demeanor.
Wherever he stood, he stood out like a crane among chickens. Everyone around him was instantly eclipsed, as if they were suppressed by his aura.
A sudden car accident shattered his world—his father was severely injured and paralyzed from the waist down! He was bedridden from then on, unable to take care of himself and in desperate need of care.
As the only son in the family, he was under tremendous pressure: on one side was his wife who had just given birth and her hungry child; on the other side was his old father groaning in pain on his sickbed.
Faced with such a difficult choice, he chose family responsibility without hesitation and resolutely applied to the organization for transfer.
After returning to his hometown, he soon found a job at the County Public Security Bureau and was appointed Deputy Director. However, behind this seemingly glamorous life lay endless bitterness and suffering – busy with various police duties during the day, and rushing home at night to carefully care for his paralyzed father and his young wife and children…
Although life is hard, he always faces it with optimism.
Lin Lifeng came up to the two people and asked, "Zhao Lihan, you have to introduce him to me."
Zhao Lihan punched him twice on the chest and said, "You! What are you talking about? Didn't you see her? She is my wife, there is a certificate."
Lin Lifeng was delighted when he heard this and said, "If you hadn't gotten the marriage certificate, such a good wife would have been snatched away by someone else..."
Then he burst into laughter again.
He took Wang Xiaolan's hand and introduced her, "Wife, this is my comrade-in-arms, Lin Lifeng, the deputy director of the county public security bureau."
Lin Lifeng introduced himself quickly: "Zhao Lihan is younger than me, so I'll call you my sister-in-law!"
Zhao Lihan, who was standing by, added, "You can call Doctor Wang, too."
Lin Lifeng suddenly thought of something and said, "Oh, I heard from Liu Pei that you are a good doctor. Could you please help my father and take a look at him?"
"No problem. When you're done, Zhao Lihan and I will go to your house together."
"Tomorrow afternoon, I'll take you to my house."
"OK."
At this time, the suspect Qiangzi was taken into the car. The rest of the public security comrades also got in and sat inside waiting for them.
Lin Lifeng, seeing that everyone had gotten into the car, had no choice but to say goodbye to Wang Xiaolan, sit in the passenger seat, and wait for Zhao Lihan.
Zhao Lihan glanced at everyone and put his head close to Wang Xiaolan's ear. Wang Xiaolan's cheeks instantly flushed with shyness, as tempting as a ripe apple. She lowered her eyes slightly, and her eyes seemed to have thousands of words to say, but in the end she just glared at him coquettishly, and there was both anger and a hint of imperceptible joy in her eyes.
Zhao Lihan looked at her, his lips corners slightly raised, revealing a knowing smile, then got into the car and waved to her.
As the car door closed, the vehicle let out a deep roar, like a giant beast awakened. The wheels rolled forward, scraping against the ground with a loud "black address bar" sound. The car sped along the road at the village entrance at a staggering speed.
Wang Xiaolan stood quietly, staring at the vehicles gradually moving away in the distance.
The tail of the car kicked up a cloud of dust, which danced in the air like a flock of startled butterflies. It tumbled and drifted in the wind, creating a unique landscape. The dust itself seemed to tell the story of what had just happened, bearing witness to this thrilling action.
She looked at the car going away, but her heart was still burning with excitement, and she couldn't help but waved.
At this moment, her ears rang with the words he whispered softly when he left, and that low and magnetic voice kept lingering in her ears.
Her face couldn't help but blush again...
As they watched the departing vehicles and the clouds of dust rise, the villagers were filled with questions and curiosity. Who was this peddler carrying the peddler's pole? What crime had he committed?
This series of mysteries lingers in the hearts of the villagers...
The next day,
In the early morning, sunlight shines through the window onto the dining table, and Wang Xiaolan is leisurely enjoying a delicious breakfast.
Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence. When I opened the door, I saw Director Wang of the village pickle factory standing at the door, looking nervous and panting.
"Doctor Wang, this is bad! As soon as I entered the village, I heard a piece of news. The man who was captured last night was actually here to kill you!" Director Wang said in horror.
Wang Xiaolan did not deny it.
Director Wang was furious and yelled, "That damned bastard is completely lawless! How dare he come to our village and cause trouble? If I were home, I would never let him off so easily! I would tear him into pieces and grind his bones to dust!"
She was so angry that her face turned red, veins popped out on her forehead, and her hands were clenched into fists, as if she wanted to eat the troublemaker alive.
When the second grandmother, who was serving rice, heard these words, her body trembled violently, as if struck by lightning.
She felt a blackout, dizziness, and she almost lost her balance. The bowl she had been holding steadily in her hand also lost control and fell to the ground with a "bang", shattering into countless pieces.
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