Zhou Zan was assigned to the Chengnan Branch as deputy director.
Song Fanxing drove him there every day, and then drove to the flower shed.
His wife drives him to work every day.
Zhou Zan became famous overnight in the branch office.
"Did you see that? Our new deputy director is so handsome! He's even more handsome than those Hong Kong and Taiwanese stars, and he has a super great physique."
"Don't overthink it, he's married and has a wife."
"I've seen her! I've seen the deputy director's wife. She's so beautiful, she and the deputy director are a perfect match."
"As expected, handsome men need beautiful women to match them!"
“The deputy director’s wife drives him to work in her car every day. I’ve seen her at the gate several times.”
"Is the deputy director's family that rich?"
"It's said that the deputy director's wife is a very wealthy woman who makes a lot of money."
"Has our deputy director hooked up with a rich woman?"
"It seems so."
Now everyone was incredibly envious, especially the men.
They also want a rich wife. With their meager salaries, when will they be able to afford a car?
That day, Song Fanxing met a beggar at the entrance of the alley.
The man had dirty hair that was about the same length as hers, but he looked to be in his fifties.
He was dressed in a few tattered pieces of cloth, leaning on a wooden stick, and holding a broken bowl in one hand.
He ran up to her and pleaded, "Okay, give me some money, please wake up..."
Seeing how pitiful he looked, Song Fanxing took out a dollar from her bag and put it in his bowl.
The man tossed his long hair aside and repeatedly said thank you.
His flirting startled Song Fanxing.
Isn't this her runaway third uncle, Song Dapeng?
Song Fanxing tentatively called out, "Third Uncle?"
The man glanced at her blankly, but didn't react. He then turned and continued begging from the next person.
Song Fanxing chased after him and grabbed him.
"Third Uncle, don't you remember me? I am Song Fanxing, and my father is Song Darong."
The man muttered, "Song Darong? Big Brother?"
"Yes, Song Darong is your older brother."
Although they are not blood relatives.
Song Dapeng seemed to recognize Song Fanxing, yet he also seemed not to.
Song Fanxing discovered that he was not mentally stable.
"Third Uncle, come with me, I'll take you home."
Song Dapeng suddenly became excited.
"I'm not going home! I'm not going home!"
Song Fanxing could only appease him: "Okay, okay, we won't go home. I'll take you out to eat."
Upon hearing about food, Song Dapeng was willing to follow Song Fanxing.
Song Fanxing ordered two dishes and a large bowl of rice at a nearby restaurant. Song Dapeng ate it ravenously, looking like he had been starving for a long time.
During this time, Song Fanxing tried to figure out why Song Dapeng was there.
"Third Uncle, how did you get to the capital? How long have you been here?"
"have no idea."
So where do you live now?
"You can sleep anywhere."
That means there's nowhere to sleep.
I don't know how he's managed all these years.
In the end, Song Fanxing took Song Dapeng to a shelter and let him stay there temporarily.
It was already late when she got home after finishing her work, and Zhou Zan stood anxiously at the entrance of the alley waiting for her.
Seeing her return, he asked, "Where did you go?"
Song Fanxing told him about her encounter with Song Dapeng.
Zhou Zan asked, "Where is he now?"
"Shelter"
He didn't know Song Dapeng's situation and didn't dare to bring him home rashly, as there were elderly people and children at home.
If anything happens, it will be too late for her to regret it.
Zhou Zan praised, "You did a great job. My third uncle committed a murder and fled back then. Now that I'm a police officer, I have an obligation to take him to the police station for questioning. You go back first, I'll take care of this."
Song Fanxing grabbed him, "Third Uncle is quite pitiful right now, are you sure you want to arrest him?"
"Don't worry, based on what you've said, it's better for him to stay in the police station than to beg outside. At least he'll have food to eat and won't go hungry. Besides, you said he has mental problems. If the assessment results are true, he'll most likely be sent to a mental hospital."
Song Fanxing was stunned.
She wondered if it was a mistake for Song Dapeng to run into her today.
Zhou Zan continued, "No matter how it's handled, it's not our branch's responsibility. I'll call the police station in charge of Songjiatun and have them notify Uncle San's family so they can transfer him over there. How they handle it is their business."
A few days later, Song Dani and Song Erni arrived, along with two police officers.
Song Fanxing treated the two sisters to a meal.
Song Dani and Song Erni have matured and no longer harbor the hostility they had towards Song Fanxing when they were children.
The three of them talked calmly for a long time.
It turns out that after the two sisters, Song Dani and Song Erni, ran away, they went to work in coastal cities.
After making some money there, he returned to his hometown in Northeast China a few years ago and opened a clothing store.
Business was good, and I made some money.
The two sisters got married one after the other two years ago.
Over the years, they have also been searching for Song Dapeng's whereabouts.
When they got home and learned that their father had accidentally killed their mother, they were heartbroken, but they didn't blame Song Dapeng.
Huang Juan deserved everything.
Huang Juan doesn't deserve to be their mother.
Finally, the Song sisters took Song Dapeng back home.
What happened next was something Zhou Zan specifically called to find out.
Song Dapeng was not only diagnosed with mental illness, but also with a terminal illness and was not long for life.
The Song sisters took him into their home and took turns caring for him for a period of time. Song Dapeng eventually passed away peacefully.
Song Darong returned to Song Dapeng's funeral.
He was Song Dapeng's older brother after all, so he had to go back and see him off.
Although Song Darong has retired, he was once a commander.
As soon as he returned, a group of people fawned over him.
At the funeral, an old woman ran over and called him "elder brother".
Song Darong was taken aback.
"You've mistaken me for someone else."
The old woman revealed a set of yellow teeth. "I'm not mistaken, you are my older brother. Brother, don't you remember me? I'm Cuicui, your sister."
Song Cuicui is now an old woman.
He has gained weight, his face is full of wrinkles, and his hair is thinning.
"oh……"
He wouldn't have remembered having a younger sister if she hadn't mentioned it.
He couldn't even remember what his younger sister looked like.
It's been so many years.
When Old Lady Song fell ill, Song Cuicui never came back to visit her even once.
After Old Lady Song recovered, she shamelessly returned once, but was chased away by Old Lady Song.
Later, Song Cuicui never went back, and she didn't go back when Old Lady Song died either.
The villagers all thought that the Song family's daughter was dead.
Now, Song Cuicui is actually hanging out with Song Dani and Song Erni.
Song Cuicui pulled Song Darong along, chatting about this and that.
Song Darong could only laugh it off.
He couldn't find anything to talk about with his younger sister. Finally, Song Cuicui got to the point.
"Brother, you have a lot of connections. My youngest son wants to join the army, but they won't accept him. Do you see if you can find a way to get him in?"
Song Darong's face darkened.
Sure enough, there's no good reason for someone to be so attentive.
“I’m retired, I don’t have any connections. If you want your son to join the army, have him sign up. If it’s compliant, he’ll be accepted.”
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