Good man, he has a golden finger

The local news in Beijing also reported on the young hero's sacrifice in saving lives in various news reports that night. People from the Hong family had been asked before, so Hong Zian's real name was not mosaic processed. Therefore, this evening Hong Jianshe and his wife Tang Lulu received many, many calls from relatives, friends, and colleagues.

Hong Jianshe is a small leader of a construction company, specializing in architectural design, and Tang Lulu is a high school teacher. Otherwise, they would not be able to teach such good children. Now is the time for vacation, but Tang Lulu’s colleagues and students are also starting to fight. I called and came to express my condolences.

By the time the phone rang, it was already early at night, and the couple couldn't sleep. Hong Zian, who was lying on the pillow between them, was a ghost, so he naturally didn't need to sleep.

"It was Azhe's call just now, right? In fact, I really want to talk to Azhe, but I'm afraid of scaring him."

Hong Zian heard the voice of his good friend Azhe, who said he would come back to attend his funeral.

"They all care about you, but your situation is different now. Except for our family, we can't let anyone know that you are still here."

Tang Lulu explained this matter to her son seriously. She saw with her own eyes that her son's body was sent to the incinerator and turned into ashes when it came out. Both husband and wife were worried that their son would be affected. After asking, they found that their son was not affected. I was relieved.

It seems that when a person dies, he or she is dead. The body and the soul are two different things. Even if the body is burned to ashes, there will be no pain.

The couple has never slept with their son since he was ten years old. Hong Zian is a very independent child, and now, lying in his parents' bedroom again, Hong Zian is not sleepy and is quite excited. of.

"It's best if I can stay with my parents like this. I used to like sleeping alone."

Hong Zian began to chatter endlessly, and both husband and wife stood in to listen. It had been nearly forty hours since yesterday morning until now, but neither of them felt sleepy.

"After I saw my grandparents today, they were very sad. When I leave, I don't want to tell them to save them from being sad."

As he talked, Hong Zian talked about what he was going to do. After all, humans and ghosts have different paths. Although Hong Zian had been a ghost for less than two days, he also knew that he couldn't stay with his parents.

Hong Jianshe and Tang Lulu were both silent. After a while, Hong Zian was talking alone. The couple closed their eyes and seemed to be asleep. Hong Zian quietly got up from the pillow. Come, jump up and down to Tang Lulu's face, hugging her mother's face.

"Mom, I will never be angry with you again, and I can't protect you, so you must be good."

He said a lot of disgusting things that he couldn't say as a boy before. He didn't care whether his mother heard it or not. After he finished speaking, he slapped his father, Hong Jianshe, in such a clingy manner. He was rarely so clingy.

"Dad, when I leave, you must protect your mother well. Along with my share, you must also take good care of yourself. Don't be so busy at work. Your health is the most important thing..."

The kid was chattering beside the couple. Tang Lulu turned over, facing away from the little yellow paper man, and then cried silently. Hong Jianshe's eyelids were trembling, but he still endured it, and placed his hands tightly under the quilt. hold.

This is the most tender farewell in the world, but it is like a knife that cuts into the heart of the couple, and finally turns into blood and tears.

On the second day, when Xie Tingzhou went to work again, he didn't expect the bureau to issue documents so quickly.

"Tingzhou, you, Guo Ran and Lieyun will go to Hong's house with me later, and send over this medal for bravery and martyrdom, as well as the one million yuan compensation that the higher-ups are going to approve. We also need to inform the Hong family. In addition, we have a cemetery specifically for martyrs in Shangjing City. In Hong Zian’s case, we can arrange it there for free. Let’s go and ask first.”

Yesterday, the bureau made an urgent review and approval, and the identity of Hong Zian as a martyr was also proved, so this time it was also to award Hong Zian an honorary title. Our country has regulations that provide special legislative protection for the image of heroes and martyrs. In addition, yesterday afternoon hot search, which is why Hong Zian’s case was determined so quickly.

One is because of the pressure of public opinion.

The second reason is that our country has always had legal protection for positive propaganda of heroes and martyrs.

If a sixteen-year-old child sacrificed his life to save others and still couldn't get the honor he deserved, how desperate would the world be?

"kindness."

Guo Ran and Long Lieyun also nodded, and then everyone got in the car together. Not only Mao Kun, but also other colleagues from the police station, they all wanted to visit together.

Before leaving, I called Hong Jianshe and learned that the couple had just cremated Hong Zian's body and planned to return to their hometown to prepare for a formal funeral.

When Mao Kun and other police officers wearing police uniforms and police titles came to Hong Jianshe's community, they found that Hong Jianshe's community was full of white and yellow chrysanthemums on the roadside.

It turns out that many people in the community saw the news last night and learned that the brave little hero belonged to their community, so everyone secretly contacted the property management and paid for it together. In the morning, the flower shop sent a message to express everyone's condolences. Flowers covered the community all the way.

When they arrived at the 15th floor where the Hong family lived, Hong Jianshe opened the door. He didn't react much when he saw the police coming, but he was very excited when he saw Xie Tingzhou.

"Mr. Hong, we are here on behalf of the police station to present your son Hong Zian with the honorary title of a martyr for bravery. After multiple approvals by the police station, we believe that the little hero Hong Zian is brave and fearless, and bravely saved a life for justice. This is something that is very worthy of learning and praise, so please accept my condolences."

The police handed the things prepared by the police station to Hong Jianshe, which was the honorary title sign issued by the police station. When Hong Jianshe received this thing, he felt extremely heavy, but he could only nod.

There are many people in the Hong family, relatives and friends have come. After all, they will hold a funeral later, and they still need help.

Mao Kun said that Hong Zian is a martyr and can be buried directly in their martyrs' cemetery in Shangjing City. The whole arrangement will be arranged by the police. Of course, they will also respect the ideas of the martyrs' families. If the martyrs' families want to take their children back to their roots, they will not force it too much.

When Hong Jianshe heard that his son was named a martyr and could go to the martyrs' cemetery, he thought his son would be happy to hear it.

When he brought Mao Kun and several policemen who had seen his son's ghost to the room, he saw a little paper man jumping on the table. The little body that should have been made of yellow paper was now wearing a little sweater that seemed to be made of red wool, which looked very cute.

"Uncle police!!!" When Hong Zian saw Xie Tingzhou, he jumped even more! It was so cute, just like a little toy.

Mao Kun looked at this little thing and couldn't imagine that there was a human soul inside.

Long Lieyun and Guo Ran also looked at the little paper man curiously. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, how would they know that there was a child's soul inside? And it could even talk!

Now people outside are handling Hong Zian's funeral, and he himself looks quite happy.

"The country is going to name you a martyr. You will be buried in the Martyrs' Cemetery and will not go home. What do you think, son?"

Hong Zian was probably the first person to participate in being buried there after his death. When he heard that he was going to be buried in the Martyrs' Cemetery, he was immediately very happy.

"Great! In this way, many people will come to see me in the future, and there will be children coming to sweep my grave and sing for me. It's great."

The little paper man spoke with a bit of youthful innocence, as if he didn't know what the meaning of death was.

Xie Tingzhou was very calm. He sat aside and stretched out his hand. The little paper man jumped up. Seeing that his son seemed to be very attached to Officer Xie, Hong Jianshe and his wife didn't say much. They knew that this officer was very powerful and more useful than the masters outside.

In the end, the couple went outside to discuss things. Only Xie Tingzhou, Guo Ran, and Long Lieyun were left in the room.

"Uncle policeman, after my funeral is over, will I have to leave my parents?"

Hong Zian asked while holding Xie Tingzhou's thumb. He was so cute and small, and the red sweater on his body was handmade by Tang Lulu.

"Don't you want to leave them?" Xie Tingzhou asked, accustomed to the ghost's closeness.

"I don't want to leave my parents, but people and ghosts are different. I will hurt them if I stay with them." After becoming a ghost, Hong Zian naturally understood many things. Even if he was reluctant to leave his parents, he was willing to leave.

When Guo Ran and Long Lieyun heard this, their hearts ached. Thinking that the child was only sixteen years old, their feelings became more complicated.

"I have a way to keep you from leaving them."

Xie Tingzhou spoke again, fiddling with the paper man in the red vest, and then the little paper man was flustered by his fiddling.

"No, I can't bear to let my parents bleed to raise me, as long as they are well."

This morning, it was Tang Lulu who pricked her finger and used her blood to wake up Hong Zian, so Hong Zian knew that he could use his parents' blood every day in this little paper man, and he couldn't bear it.

It was unknown when the outside of the house became quiet, but Hong Zian didn't hear it, but still thanked happily.

"Uncle police, I am very happy that you can let me stay with my parents for such a long time. Thank you, uncle police. After I am buried, I will be reincarnated obediently and will not be a bad ghost."

The couple outside the house had red eyes, and Xie Tingzhou casually fiddled with the body of Hong Zian's little paper man, making him sway to the left and right.

"Oh? Then you don't want to continue to be your parents' child?"