I make a living solving crimes.

Chapter 179 Single Dog

The brick wall was warmed by the autumn sun. The ivy on the top of the wall had turned red, quietly raising a branch to peek at the people living in the courtyard.

The house is not habitable yet and it will take about ten days to repair it.

After all, it is a hundred-year-old house and has fallen into disrepair for a long time.

Chang Wei stroked the red-painted columns and sighed in his heart.

A deity makes a mountain, not its altitude.

Water does not have to be deep.

This is a humble room, and the price per square meter is one hundred thousand.

Chang Long has already chosen her own room, and she wants it to be next to her second brother.

The two rooms on the west side were for the two old men, the third room was used as a living room, and the four rooms in a row belonged to Yang Min and the three siblings of the Chang family.

The little girl pouted and looked unhappy.

Because there is no room for her here.

"Uncle's room is your room." Chang Wei held her in his arms and comforted her softly.

"I am the uncle." The little girl kicked her legs happily, and the few strands of hair in the bun behind her head danced in the wind.

Everyone laughed.

Chang Wei likes the days when his family gets together happily.

He could imagine himself in his eighties, with many children and grandchildren. During the New Year, he would put on new clothes and prepare a table full of delicious food. His filial sons and grandchildren would return to the yard, each holding a cell phone and ignoring him.

The setting sun falls into the vast wilderness, the autumn wind is wrapped in chill, and the old locust tree at the entrance of the alley is like a long-distance relationship, either green or yellow.

The back house in the outer courtyard of the Chang family is next to the hanging flower gate. This is where the women at No. 95 exchange life experiences. Xiao Wang's call of "Chief Chang" caused endless waves.

This hospital once had a section chief named Chang Kun, who died two years ago. Now there is a new one.

Still the surname is Chang.

Yi Zhonghai hesitated for a long time, and an old lady came over with a cup of tea and said, "Go ahead. It's better to resolve a feud than to create one."

So he walked to the back house and knocked on Chang Wei's door.

"Uncle, please come in and sit down." Chang Wei moved aside politely.

"No, no, I'm not going in." Yi Zhonghai waved his hands repeatedly, there was no reason to go in.

Chang Wei stopped inviting him and pointed to the location of the hanging flower gate. "Is there something going on? Let's go over there and sit down and talk."

There are some worn-out benches and chairs under the hanging flower gate, which are used by women to sit on on weekdays.

He offered a cigarette, but Yi Zhonghai didn't take it, so he didn't force him. He lit one and said softly, "Uncle, tell me, what's the matter?"

Yi Zhonghai remained silent, probably considering his words, and after a moment he said, "Chang Wei, you are the section chief now, right?"

"I guess so. A full-time section chief." Chang Wei said casually.

He likes to show off, but only to people he respects. Yi Zhonghai is obviously not in this category.

"The first uncle in this courtyard was originally your father. Later, when he passed away, I became the first uncle. Then Teacher Yan from the front courtyard was appointed as the third uncle. Now you are an adult and the section chief, so you still have to be the first uncle."

Chang Wei's expression froze on his face.

I'm only sixteen, and you want me to be your boss?

Of course, this uncle is not of the same generation.

It can barely be considered an official title by convention.

The official name is: Security Committee Member.

The so-called uncles and aunts in each courtyard belong to the neighborhood committee's public security committee, and are responsible for the four prevention tasks of their residents' group: anti-espionage, anti-bandit, anti-theft, and fire prevention.

Courtyard No. 95 is a residents' group, with one security committee member elected from the front, middle and back, commonly known as the "uncles".

Just like in my Qing Dynasty, the Grand Secretary was called Zhongtang, which is a respectful title. In formal documents, it still has to be referred to by position, and it is only used in private.

There are also governors, governors, governors, governors, governors, governors, governors, governors, and governors of schools...

"It's not appropriate. I'm still young." Chang Wei waved his hand. "Besides, it's good for Teacher Yan to be the third uncle. What will Teacher Yan do after you do this?"

"It's okay, I'll withdraw." Yi Zhonghai replied calmly.

Chang Wei raised his eyebrows and glanced at him, then shook his head. "Uncle, I can't promise you this. I'm busy enough with the work at the Public Security Bureau. You see, I often don't go home, and I don't have time to take care of the affairs in the hospital."

Seeing that Yi Zhonghai was about to say something, he interrupted and said, "The stick you made last time, make me another one when you have time."

"That's easy. I'll do it tomorrow."

"Okay, that's it, I have to go back."

After saying that, he stood up and left.

No matter what Yi Zhonghai was thinking, he didn't want to be this useless uncle.

Not a penny of benefit, but more trouble.

I am the leader of the Dragon Group, and I want to be a security committee member?

Am I in charge of the neighborhood committee, or is the neighborhood committee in charge of me?

Looking at Chang Wei's receding back, Yi Zhonghai finally breathed a sigh of relief and walked briskly towards the central courtyard.

Yan Bugui, who had been hiding in the house with his ears perked up, suddenly felt dispirited and fell heavily into a chair. It took him a while to come back to his senses.

Liu Haizhong looked at the moon door of the back room for a long time, then walked back to the house and patted Liu Guangqi on the shoulder, "Big brother, Dad will rely on you in the future. You are also a technical secondary school student, and you can become a section chief in the future."

Jia Dongxu stood in the middle courtyard and sighed to the sky, alas, God is a girl - God is so unfair!

Not long after Chang Wei entered the house, Xu Damao came and knocked on the door with two bottles of Moutai. He didn't even come in. He dropped the wine, said "Congratulations" with a smile, and left.

How many people can't sleep tonight.

Chang Wei slept well.

When she walked into the police station, Jiang Hongxia sat on the chair, rubbing her belly with a frown on her face.

Chang Wei sniffed and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Hongxia groaned, "My stomach hurts."

Chang Wei nodded in understanding, "Have you taken the medicine?"

"have eaten."

"Why don't you go back and rest? Don't worry, I'll count your attendance as well."

Jiang Hongxia weakly put her arm on the table and shook it, "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

"Have you eaten breakfast?"

"......without."

Chang Wei looked at Wu Jimao with disdain, who was standing beside him with a concerned look on his face. "Jimao, I learned an ancient poem from a book last night."

Wu Jimao was confused and asked doubtfully: "Chang Wei, what poems did you learn?"

"How much sorrow can you have? It's like you are a single dog. Your old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower, leaving you a single dog. Phoenixes are flying on the Phoenix Tower, watching you, a single dog. There are green mountains beyond mountains and towers beyond towers, and you are the dog among the single dogs."

Wu Jimao felt his scalp starting to itch again, as if something was growing in his brain.

Alas, there is no hope!

Chang Wei sighed, "Go buy a bowl of porridge."

Wu Jimao's eyes widened, he understood instantly, took the lunch box and ran away.

Jiang Hongxia's cheeks turned pink, and she said embarrassedly: "Chang Wei, thank you."

"Yes." Chang Wei nodded proudly, "As your team leader, I must tell you a truth."

The young policewoman rested her arms on the table and supported her chin with her backhand, her eyes full of confusion.

"Early morning, early morning, early morning." Chang Wei blabbered.

Jiang Hongxia tilted her little head, turned her eyes, and revealed a clear look.

Zhang Youde rushed in in a panic and grabbed Chang Wei, "Hurry, the General Office is calling, and No. 2 wants to talk to you in ten minutes."

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