After the car drove a distance, Lu Zhe's low voice sounded.
"After you return, you will immediately enter the training camp for closed training."
Lu Huailin's eyes widened. "I can't write a letter during closed-door training?"
Lu Zhe looked at him.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I promised Changle that I would write to her every day!"
"Then you should try to finish your training as soon as possible and come back so you can write to me." Lu Zhe said calmly.
"Uncle San, how could you do this?" Lu Huailin exclaimed.
"Just ask me to write a letter. Just one. Tell Changle that it's not convenient for me to reply to her. She'll be worried if she doesn't receive my letters."
Lu Zhe looked at Lu Huailin's scarlet eyes, and a trace of pity flashed through his heart...
"No, going to the training camp is confidential. You know, if you enter the training camp, you can't leave without passing the test. If you want to communicate with Changle as soon as possible, then work hard..."
"Third Uncle!" Lu Huailin shouted angrily, turned his head away, his whole face red with anger.
The little hand at his side was clenched into a fist. The person in their family who came out of the training camp the fastest was his third uncle.
Even for him, it took four years to come out.
For four years, Lu Huailin didn't dare to think about whether Xia Changle would forget him if he didn't write to her for four years.
She is such a bright and lovely little girl. She has so many friends around her. She is like a little sun and no one doesn't like her.
After four years, she will probably forget about me...
The more Lu Huailin thought about it, the sadder and more upset he became. The little guy shed silent tears and then wiped them away with his little hands.
The driver gripped the steering wheel tightly with heartache.
Lu Zhe glanced at Lu Huailin sideways, then looked away.
It’s very difficult to get out of the training camp, and it’s even more difficult without any thoughts to support you.
He hoped that Xia Changle and the Xia family would become Lu Huailin's thoughts, and hoped that he could persevere.
This is also the reason why Lu Zhe resisted the pressure and sent Lu Huailin to the Xia family to celebrate the New Year.
He hopes he has more happy memories, which will become the motivation to support him.
Small building.
When Song Qingyun came back, the atmosphere at home was extremely heavy.
Xia Changle was in her room and hadn't even had lunch. She felt sad when she thought that she wouldn't be able to see Lulu for a long time.
"Where's Changle?"
Xia Zhiyao pointed upstairs and said, "Mom, Changle said she doesn't want to eat lunch, but we left it for her. She can eat it whenever she's hungry."
Xia Ruokui said gently, "Mom, come over and eat first. You're exhausted from working all morning."
"Yeah." Song Qingyun responded.
Everyone was in a bad mood during the meal.
After lunch, Song Qingyun took a short rest and went to work.
Xia Changle was already lying on the table, writing the first letter to Lu Huailin.
"Lulu, I missed you the moment you left. You'll be lonely when you go home without anyone to play with."
"But it's okay. I'll keep all the toys we made together so we can play with them when you come back."
Xia Changle looked at her ugly handwriting, flipped through the letters Lu Huailin had written to her before, and secretly decided to start practicing calligraphy!
It's impossible that every time her friend's letter is so beautiful, her reply is always so ugly... It's too embarrassing for her friend.
If someone saw her, her friends might even look down on her.
Xia Changle muttered to himself, completely unaware that he wouldn't receive a reply from Lu Huailing for a long time in the future.
Public Security Bureau Archives Room.
Song Qingyun continued to work on restoring and organizing the files, and she didn't see Lao Li and the others come back until she got off work.
Song Qingyun didn't think much about it. Knowing that they would not be back for an uncertain time after their field work, he packed up his things and went home.
After dinner, Song Qingyun brought food to Xia Weian as usual.
Looking at Xia Weian's obviously darkened eyes, Song Qingyun asked with concern, "Is it very hard?"
Xia Weian smiled and said, "It's okay. There's a lot going on, but I've got some ideas. I'll be able to go home in a couple of days."
"Okay, the kids and I will wait for you." Song Qingyun said in a gentle voice.
Xia Weian smiled, but it was a bit awkward that every time the couple talked, there had to be two big light bulbs standing next to them.
It’s not even convenient to hold hands.
"School is about to start in a few days. Has everything been arranged at school?" Xia Weian asked.
"Brother Shen said everything has been arranged, don't worry."
"How is Ruoqiu doing at the radio station these days?"
Song Qingyun was stunned for a moment, "I've been too busy these days, I didn't even ask how Ruokui was doing."
The couple didn't say anything more. One went home and the other went back to work.
The next day, as soon as Song Qingyun arrived at the archives room, Zheng Yan rushed in.
He held a photo in his hand and looked at Song Qingyun with burning eyes.
"Comrade Song, look."
Then, a photo of a bloody head appeared in front of Song Qingyun.
Song Qingyun was so frightened that he took a half step back and almost knocked over the chair.
"Comrade Song, did I scare you?" Zheng Yan turned the photo back and looked at it for himself.
Well, not bad, he took a really good photo.
Song Qingyun: Isn’t it obvious that I’m scared enough?
She calmed herself down.
"Comrade Zheng, don't be impatient. Put the photo on the table first. I'll take a look at it later."
"Okay, this is a freshly excavated corpse." Zheng Yan said.
Song Qingyun: What a fresh idea! There’s no need to describe it in such detail.
"This is a body they brought back from Wangjia Village. They say a girl went up the mountain to visit her grandmother's grave, slipped and fell off a cliff, and was eaten by a tiger."
Song Qingyun's heart beat faster. Wangjia Village, Wang Cui's village.
"What's this girl's name?"
"Old Li didn't tell us to do an autopsy when we got back."
"Was this girl really bitten to death by a tiger?" Song Qingyun continued to ask.
"Yes, her appearance has been completely destroyed. I thought I would bring it to you to see if I could draw a portrait of her to confirm her identity."
Zheng Yan looked at Song Qingyun with starry eyes.
Song Qingyun took a deep breath, mustered up the courage to pick up the photo, took a look at it, and put it down again. It was too bloody.
“Are there any photos that are roughly organized?”
"This is the most original one. I thought it would be easier for you to perform."
Song Qingyun: Well, the original flavor is all blood, I can't see anything else, how can I perform well?
Song Qingyun pursed her lips and said nothing.
"Wait for me, I'll go take a picture of everything that's been sorted out."
Zheng Yan sighed softly, "This guy is so pitiful. His face has been bitten beyond recognition, and a piece of his skull is broken."
"It's like they're just gnawing on my face, all the flesh is gone."
Song Qingyun frowned slightly, with a question in his mind: When a tiger eats a person, does it bite the head first?
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