Good man, he has a golden finger

For example, Hong Zian's heroic act requires a report to be written, and it has been approved by the police station. If he is determined to be a martyr, his family will also be compensated. The state supports and protects any martyr who takes action to protect state property and people's safety and property.

After the Mao family left, as expected, this matter became a hot search that afternoon.

# Sixteen-year-old boy died for heroic acts # It became a hot search. Clicking on it, it turned out to be a picture outside their Yongzhou Avenue police station. The Hong family members were kneeling on the ground, and Hong Zian's body was covered with a layer of white cloth. It must have been secretly photographed.

After clicking in, the following is the speculation of the photographer, saying that the sixteen-year-old deceased rescued an eight-year-old child in the park's artificial lake at ten o'clock last night, and therefore drowned, but in the end no result was obtained. The family of the deceased knelt at the door of the police station waiting for investigation.

Before the netizens who were eating melons clicked in, they didn't know the situation. After entering, they immediately cursed.

After all, a sixteen-year-old's life is too immature. After saving people, he didn't even get the result he deserved. Isn't this heartbreaking?

When the netizens who were eating melons below said that they would never let their children be kind people in the future, several people in the police station were silent.

After all, no one wants to see their children die for kindness and not get justice.

Mao Kun called the director and told him about this matter. He didn't say he saw a ghost, but just said that there was evidence to let the Mao family loose. Now that Hong Zian's case has been determined, plus there is online public opinion, a public statement is needed.

After hearing this, Director Wang also sighed. After all, a sixteen-year-old child is so immature.

So this case was handled with special privileges. Two hours after netizens were eating melons, the Shangjing police released the latest information.

[Shangjing Police Station V: # Sixteen-year-old boy Hong Zian bravely does what is right # At 23:16 on July 28, 2033, Shangjing time, the Yongzhou Avenue Public Security Bureau in our city received a report that a sixteen-year-old boy drowned in Hongqiao Park. The police arrived quickly and determined that the deceased died of drowning. After investigation, the deceased Hong Moumou drowned while trying to save an eight-year-old child Mao Moumou, which was a brave act. The Yongzhou Avenue Public Security Bureau has applied for the bravery award for the young hero Hong Zian, applied for the status of martyr, and comforted the hero's family. 】

As soon as this notice came out, the netizens below felt distressed. If everyone said it was unfair before, some cursed, and some said they hoped their children would not be so kind in the future, but when the official issued this notice, everyone fell silent and left only one sentence.

# Little hero Hong Zian, go well # It once again rushed to the hot search. This time, after opening it, it was all words of mourning from netizens. The sixteen-year-old life was now known to more people.

Hong Jianshe and Tang Lulu, a couple, had planned to follow the police officers' advice and bury their son, but cremation was required for burial these days. After leaving the police station, they took Hong Zi'an's body to the crematorium with their family, but unexpectedly received a call from a villager.

"Brother Hong! We saw the news! Zi'an is a good kid. If you need any help, just tell us."

It turned out that they were from Hongjia Village. Hong Jianshe lived in the village when he was a child. Later, when he grew up and went to college, he settled down in the city and only went back during the holidays. However, it had been less than a day since this happened, and the villagers had not been notified, but they didn't expect that someone had already known about it.

"..." Hong Jianshe didn't know what to say, and then he heard another voice from the other end. It turned out to be the village chief of Hongjia Village.

"Xiao Hong, let the child come back. Fallen leaves return to their roots. Everyone in the village is waiting to see this child for the last time. He is a little hero. It's all on the news."

Hearing that the village chief knew about this matter, Hong Jianshe spoke dryly.

"Okay, thank you, village chief, and thank you to the people in the village."

The death of his son was a huge blow to Hong Jianshe, but now he had to accept it all. He didn't accept his son's unclear death last night, and now his son was going to be buried, so Hong Jianshe was naturally upset.

After the call was hung up, Hong Zi'an, who was held by his mother Tang Lulu, jumped in his mother's hands. Seeing that his father was about to cry again, he hurriedly spoke.

"Dad, don't be sad, I'm here."

The familiar voice of his son came, Hong Jianshe turned his head and looked at his son who had turned into a paper man. He was almost crying, but he couldn't bear to let his son see it.

"Dad is not sad, Dad just feels sorry for you..."

He raised his head with red eyes, unwilling to let his son see his tears falling, letting the tears roll in his eyes, but Hong Zi'an turned his head to look at his mother.

"Mom, can you put me on Dad's shoulders?"

When these words came out, mother Tang Lulu also burst into tears, because her son liked to sit on her husband's shoulders when he was a child, and Tang Lulu was always the one who helped. It was the same now. The crematorium was filled with smoke, and her son's body had long been extremely cold. The lightness in her palm was her son's last existence.

She carefully put her son on her husband's shoulders. They sat in an empty corner and enjoyed her son's last dependence.

Standing on his father's shoulders, Hong Zian looked at his father's profile and found that there were many white hairs on his father's ears. He also wanted to cry, but as a little paper man, he would not cry.

The little paper man walked over slowly and stuck to Hong Jianshe's neck, hugging his father's neck and saying caring words.

"Dad, don't blame yourself. Dad has never let me down. I like Dad and Mom. I don't want to make Dad and Mom sad..."

This was the first time Hong Zian saw such a sad father and mother. Their eyes were red from crying, and they were exhausted.

Tang Lulu, who was standing by, burst into tears again, lowering her head and wiping her tears in panic.

In the past, she always chattered at home, but now, Tang Lulu didn't know what to say. Her throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and even breathing was extremely difficult.

Hong Jianshe, who was being hugged by his son, finally couldn't help it. Although he raised his head, tears still slid down from the corners of his eyes and down his cheeks, soaking the little paper man, making the little paper man look at the wet marks on his body, looking a little pitiful.

"Son, Daddy really regrets it now. I regret that I shouldn't have let you learn to swim. I regret that I shouldn't have let you be a kind child. Zi'an, Daddy even thought that it would be better if someone else's child died at that time. Daddy just wants you to live, just wants you to live well..."

Finally, he couldn't help but break down and cry. Hong Jianshe only had this one son. The moment he saw his son's body, his mind was buzzing. Later, during the police's questioning, he wanted to know the truth about his son's death. As a father, he had no time to grieve, so he could only try to get justice for his dead son.

But now, justice has been sought, but what about his son...

The son is dead, the son is gone...

He choked and cried, and was extremely broken. Even if he had the brand of being a hero, what would it matter? Who could give him a son?

Tang Lulu, who was standing by, also burst into tears and said what she wanted to say in her heart.

"Zi'an, when I saw your body, I kept thinking, why not someone else? Why you? Even though I heard from the police that you died to save people, I really couldn't bear to part with you. I'd rather you not be so kind, be a little selfish, or even watch someone die without saving him. As long as you're alive, I just want you to be alive..."

This is probably what the parents really said. Whether their son is a martyr or a brave man, it doesn't matter to them. All they want is for their son to grow up healthy and be the most ordinary person in the world.

The little paper man felt very sad when he heard what his parents said, and he wanted to cry, but he was just a little paper man, he wouldn't cry, he could only hug his father's neck and said.

"But my parents taught me this way since I was a child, saying that I should be a kind and brave person, help the weak, speak up for justice, and be brave to help others. I saw that many people on my phone were praising me as a little hero. They said I was the bravest boy in the world. If everyone did not help others in times of crisis, what should I do when I need help?"

Even if the little boy was dead, the question he asked made the two adults feel sad, and this moment was even more uncomfortable.

Yes, they taught their son so well, and their son just became the kind of person they taught him, but as parents, they are now going to overturn all of this.

Hong Jianshe reached out to wipe his tears, then took his son off his neck, holding him in his hands. Although his eyes were sad, they were gentle.

"Zi'an, mom and dad both admit that you are not only a little hero in the eyes of netizens, but also a little hero in the hearts of mom and dad. Mom and dad will always be proud of you. What mom and dad said just now were all angry words. In fact, knowing that you died for righteousness, dad is proud of you in his heart."

The son is dead, and everything he did is right. No matter how sad they are as parents, they can't destroy their son's kind heart.

Tang Lulu also reacted immediately, and a smile appeared on her tearful face.

"Yes, Zi'an, you are the baby that mom is most proud of, you are a little hero."

Sure enough, when Hong Zi'an heard this, he jumped happily in his father's hands, as if to reassure his parents, his voice became a little more lively.

"Of course I am a little hero, I saved a person, if I were allowed to go back and choose again, I would save him again..."

As he said this, the Hong family couple felt extremely bitter.

This is a kind and sincere heart of a young man, even after death, he never regretted it.

As the smoke from the crematorium billowed, the boy's body was completely cremated, but many golden lights invisible to the human eye rushed towards the cute little paper man. He was remembered in another way...