Chapter 30 4. Master Qingtian

Bereavement in the elderly is a particularly frightening time.The so-called "grey-haired people give black-haired people" is a very sad thing, especially in such a special situation as Liu Zijian's family. Liu Zijian's mother lost her husband in middle age and lost her son in her later years. The sad life cannot be summed up in words. Once her son died, all her hopes were lost, not to mention the embarrassment of real life.Lao Wei's concern for others is not without origin. The news of Liu Zijian's death should have been notified to his family the night before.The old lady was devastated, which is probably not difficult to imagine.Now two days later, I don't know if the situation will improve.

Some scholars have previously proposed five stages of grief: denial-anger-bargaining-depression-acceptance.Many people have heard of this theory, but they don't know that in real life, the five stages may not be clearly defined. 『① Kubler Ross. 』 At least, with Liu Zijian's mother, I don't think anger and bargaining will appear again, but denial, depression and acceptance appear almost at the same time. I therefore felt that the psychological work on her would be rather difficult—and I even developed a kind of self-delusional congratulations—that she had been bereaved before, and perhaps this time she could take it better.

According to the address given by Lao Wei, I found her home.Although it was located on the side of the street, I didn't see it at a glance, because the front door was too small and too aggrieved.Because of this, I felt a kind of sadness spontaneously, once Zijian died, how would this old lady live? But there was nothing I could do, I forced a smile on my face, and started smiling a hundred meters away.I can't seem more pessimistic than her, so I might as well hug the old lady and cry. After preparing for a long time, I felt that my emotions were in order, and I walked towards her house with the awareness of empathy and as positive and optimistic attitude as possible.

As mentioned earlier, Liu Zijian's family only had two small run-down bungalows, and half of them were separated to open a small cigarette stand. The cigarette stand is closed today, at least the windows are closed. I took a deep breath, and while chanting the set of nonsense I had prepared in my heart, I reached out and knocked on the door. But before my knuckles touched the door, the door opened from the inside. Two police comrades in neat uniforms came out. what!I bumped into the police! "Who... are you looking for?" The leading police comrade looked at me suspiciously.

"I, I'm here to do psychological work." "Oh? Really? The old lady invited you here?" The police comrades were very puzzled, as if wondering if such a poor old lady who was nearly sixty years old had the money to hire a psychiatrist. She should not even know what is called psychological work. I don't understand. "Well, no," I quickly took out my ID and handed it to the policeman respectfully, "Look, I was sent here." "Yeah!" He held it in his hand, looked at it for a long time, and then handed it to me, "Okay, it's a real certificate. Excuse me!"

"Ah, it's okay, you go slowly." I thought to myself, let's go, please! He walked a few steps, as if he made a phone call from a distance, and suddenly turned back: "Sir, your ID is real, but we don't have this department in the bureau!" "..." "How did you get this certificate?" "..." "Why did you come here uninvited! Nothing else, come with us!" The above is purely reasonable fiction. In view of this, I have another plan. "Who... are you looking for?" The leading police comrade looked at me suspiciously.

I froze for about three or four seconds before I came back to my senses: "Oh...you...I, I'm not looking for anyone." "Why are you here if you don't find someone?" "No, this, isn't this a cigarette stand? I want to buy a pack of cigarettes." "Oh, to buy cigarettes!" He pondered for a while.Probably think this statement is also reasonable, don't you!This is a cigarette stand!Are customers not allowed to buy cigarettes?Besides, when a customer ran into the police unexpectedly, most people are a little nervous, aren't they? The police uncle turned around: "Aunt Qin, there is a cigarette shop outside, look..."

Following the voice, a thin and dry old lady moved out of the room. As soon as I saw her face, I immediately lowered my head.Firstly, I couldn't bear to look at her eye circles that were purple and black from crying, and also I was afraid that she would remember my face. I lowered my head, but the police comrades didn't take it seriously, because the house is very low and the windows are also very low, customers have to lower their heads to pick out cigarettes. Comrade police said goodbye and left, and I picked a cigarette at random.Pretend to strike up a conversation with the old lady intentionally or unintentionally: "Oh, what's the matter, aunt, your family..."

She didn't say a word, she burst into tears as soon as she was attracted by my words.The tears of the elderly are different from the tears of the young, they are extra cloudy and look dark gray. Of course I knew what happened, but I didn't dare to ask immediately. Seeing the old lady trembling and trembling on the spot, I took a sneak peek and saw that the policeman turned the corner and disappeared, so I quickly reached out to hold her: "Old man, old man, please don't cry, what's the matter?" The old man's tears could not be stopped, so I walked her into the house with the help of the situation.

"Old man, sit down first, and talk slowly if you have anything to say." Nowadays, everyone has a high awareness of prevention, but in a sad situation, who has time to think so much?Or, she had no one to confide in, and when she met a stranger like me, the aggrieved heart poured out all over her head. I helped the old man to sit down. The room was opaque and dark. After a long time, I found a tea mug. I didn’t know if it was clean. I washed it with water, and then poured half a glass of water: "Old man, drink some water." , please slow down, don't choke." She kept crying and didn't drink any water. She held the jar with trembling hands and kept trembling. A lot of water was spilled out of only half a glass of water.

I didn't say anything, just waited quietly, feeling uncomfortable. The old man finally stopped, and I asked, "What's the matter?" "My... son..." The old lady let out a sad voice, "Someone killed him..." I fetched a basin of water, took a towel, and waited for her to wipe it off. "How did you die?" "Being..." The old lady couldn't continue talking about this topic. I hurriedly took out my ID and handed it to the old lady. She was dazzled and couldn't see it. Even if she saw it, she didn't know what a government-sponsored crisis interventionist was. I simply explained, saying that I am a government employee, and I happened to pass by here today. Since something happened to the old lady’s family, I can help out as much as I can. The old lady obviously misunderstood, the word "government" is too convincing, she knelt on the ground with a thud, "Oh, you are the official, I beg you to make the decision for me!" .” "You... don't... I..." I quickly knelt on the ground, "Get up, I, I didn't do that." "If you don't decide for us, I won't get up!" "Okay, okay, call the shots, call the shots!" This is a good time, originally I only promised to do some psychological comfort work for the old lady, but I didn't expect that my identity was mistaken, and I suddenly became the master of Qingtian. Strange to say, when she heard that I was willing to make decisions for her, the old lady became emotional, stopped crying, stopped making trouble, sat up straight, and answered my questions with all her energy. I understand that it is the idea of ​​revenge that sustains her, and at least she will not be in any danger until the case is solved. Of course, talking in circles is definitely necessary.The old lady told me that on the day of the class reunion, she had been waiting for her son to come back, but she didn't wait.As a result, in the middle of the night, two police comrades came, the same two just now, and told her that her son had been stabbed to death. I knew about these situations, and after listening to her patiently, I asked, "Old man, did your son tell you what to do before he left home?" "No, I don't know any class reunions, but he was very happy when he left." "Don't you know why he is happy?" "I don't know, oh, by the way, one of their classmates named Wei came here a few days ago." Well, Lao Wei was pulled out again. "This child is very good. He left me two thousand yuan. I refused to accept anything, so he ran away. I asked my son to be sent back to others. This child comforted me for a long time, saying that he would Helping Zijian open a bigger store, I didn't expect..." I was afraid that the old man would cry again, so I hurriedly said, "Has he paid back the money?" "I don't know. He said he would return it to him during the class reunion. Oh, but...Zijian bought several clothes that day." "Buying clothes, why?" "I didn't ask him. I thought he just wanted to dress decently for reunion." Oh, that's right. "Apart from this small cigarette stand, does your son have any other jobs?" "He does some odd jobs and runs around anyway, so it's not a serious job." "Why don't you find a suitable job?" "Because... because," the old lady went all out, "Oh, let's put it this way, Zijian was an ignorant kid in middle school, he did something wrong, and was expelled from school. Our family doesn't know anyone who is rich or powerful. , He never went to school again. Tell me, where do you go to find a job these days?" The old lady suddenly rolled her eyes, as if she was afraid that I would have other thoughts, "You, don't you He will not do this because he has done wrong things before..." Old people have the cunning of old people. "No, no, no!" I quickly waved my hands, "It's just to understand the situation." The old lady was still worried: "You really..." "It's okay, it's okay!" I went to see her seriously, feeling uncomfortable, what's the matter?Even if I want to take care of it now, the murder case is not something I am a layman, so I can solve it if I say it! I looked to both sides distractedly. After so long, my eyes have of course been able to adapt to the light in this room. The furniture in the house is basically decades old; I haven't seen the gray-blue checked bed sheets for a long time; the room maintains an old-fashioned, old-fashioned tone, as if it has been isolated from the outside world for many years.It seems to be telling the difficulties of being excluded from society. Even I felt a little sad all of a sudden.In the past fifteen years, Lao Wei became a millionaire, Qi Rui joined the Ministry of Public Security, and others, although they are not so glamorous, they still eat and drink, get married and have children.Conversely, how did Liu Zijian and his wife survive these years? In this old, almost black-and-white world, something suddenly caught my attention—it was so out of place, it was a photo of a woman and Liu Zijian. I got up, went through the door, and went into the second cabin. This hut is Liu Zijian's bedroom. It is said that the bedroom is really reluctant. Anyway, it is a place the size of a palm, with a lot of things piled up.Against the wall was a computer, at least five or six years old, with yellow spots all over its white casing. On the top of the computer case, there is this photo. I stared at the two people in the photo.Liu Zijian, I have never seen him before. The young man is not ugly, but his cheeks are sunken, and his eyes always glance down because of lack of confidence. The woman standing next to him looks very intimate and looks reasonable.Seeing her strength in pulling him, it seemed quite intimate. This woman is... The old lady followed me, her nose was sore, and she wanted to cry again. Before I asked, she sniffed violently: "Oh, my lord, this is Zijian's girlfriend." What a girlfriend! "Has Zijian brought her back?" "Well, a few times, but my family is too..." "Well, do you have the girl's contact information?" "No, I only know her name is Luo Li." who? !