Chapter 4 Chapter 3 Door

The get out of class bell rings.The eloquent Mr. Meng had to stop talking for a while. He hated the feeling of having to stop halfway through a certain question.After all, what he taught was "Criminal Law", not storytelling. Suspense such as "predict what will happen next, and listen to the next chapter" is useless.What made him even more displeased was that the students had already started packing their stationery and packing their schoolbags, as if they couldn't wait. Teacher Meng stood still, watching the students quietly.The sensible student immediately stopped moving and remained in his seat obediently.The enthusiastic ones even reached out to grab the classmates who had already left their seats and fled.

The extremely long 20-second ringtone finally stopped. Teacher Meng cleared his throat, continued to explain the criminal responsibility of recidivists, and finally added a sentence, "Go back and read the "Criminal Law Amendment (8)", the recidivist part has been revised." After that, he waved his hand. After class. Teacher Meng unplugged the USB flash drive, turned off the multimedia equipment, and when she looked up again, there was no one in the classroom. Most of the semester classes have been attended, and there are very few people asking questions after class. The only way to arouse these children's enthusiasm for learning is probably before the final exam.Teacher Meng picked up the bag, thinking about whether to play badminton or swim during the lunch break.As soon as he walked out of the door of the classroom, he heard a slightly timid voice.

"Teacher Meng." "Oh?" Teacher Meng raised his head, and in front of him was a boy wearing a sports jacket and jeans.He was carrying a schoolbag across his shoulders and a water glass in his hand, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead. "What's up?" "Mr. Meng, I have a question to ask you." The boy put the water glass on the window sill, took out a criminal law textbook from his schoolbag, and turned to the folded page, "About the statute of limitations." "I haven't talked about this yet," Teacher Meng took the textbook, "preview?"

"I'm in my junior year." The boy scratched his head, looking a little embarrassed, "You taught me that before." "Ha!" Teacher Meng looked at him from above the glasses and teased, "Didn't you study hard at that time?" The boy's face turned red instantly.Teacher Meng laughed, no matter what, children who love to learn are always loved by the teacher.He put down his bag, lit a cigarette, and explained the period, suspension and extension of the statute of limitations. The boy listened carefully, and finally thought about it and asked, "That is to say, as long as the case is filed, the statute of limitations can be extended indefinitely?"

"Yes. It means that there is no statute of limitations." Teacher Meng lit another cigarette, "By the way, I have passed this course. Why do you still ask this? You need to prepare for the judicial examination?" "Huh?" The boy was staring at the cigarette next to Teacher Meng's mouth in a daze, and was stunned for a moment, "Yes." "The criminal law of 1979 and the criminal law of 1997 are slightly different in terms of the statute of limitations. However, the judicial examination will not test the invalid criminal law, so I won't tell you."

"Well, thank you teacher." The boy carefully put the textbooks into his schoolbag, bowed to him, and ran away in a hurry. Mr. Meng was smoking a cigarette, watching the boy disappear around the corner of the corridor, thinking that this boy was much better than his juniors and younger sisters. After lunch in the cafeteria, Wei Jiong took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, found a WeChat group named "Red Candle Volunteers", and reconfirmed the time and place of the meeting: 1:30 p.m., in front of the library. He looked at his watch, there was about an hour left.Wei Jiong sent the dinner tray to the recycling place and walked out of the school gate.

The Normal University is located not far from the city center. In front of the school is a main road in the city, and opposite is a large commercial building called "Star-MALL".Wei Jiong does not have the habit of smoking, and he does not pay attention to places that sell cigarettes on weekdays.However, the Jian brand cigarettes designated by Ji Qiankun were not available in the supermarkets on campus.Wei Jiong vaguely remembered that there was a small shop next to the cold drink shop on the north side of the "Star-Mall" with the sign of "Tobacco and Alcohol Monopoly", and planned to try his luck.

As soon as he entered the door, Wei Jiong felt dazzled.The boss sits behind a glass counter, and behind him, the ceiling-high shelves are lined with sticks of cigarettes.The boss was playing Doudizhu on the computer, and when he saw someone coming in, he asked without looking up, "What cigarettes do you want?" "Do you have a health card?" "Health brand?" The boss looked up at Wei Jiong, as if he didn't think he was an unannounced visitor from the Tobacco Monopoly Bureau, "How many milligrams do you want?" "Huh?" Wei Jiong was a little puzzled, "How many milligrams?"

"Tar content." The boss stood up, "Did you bring it for someone else?" "yes." "There are one milligram, four milligrams, and eight milligrams." The boss put his hands on the counter, thinking that this is probably a kid who gave the teacher a gift in exchange for a pass. "Is there any difference?" "The lower the tar content, the softer the taste. The higher the tar content, the stronger it is." The boss didn't bother to explain too much. Thinking of Ji Qiankun's gray hair, Wei Jiong thought that it would be better not to come here for "vigorousness", and asked for one milligram of Jian brand cigarettes.The boss quickly took out a cardboard box from under the counter.

"One hundred and twenty one, how many do you want?" "Two." Wei Jiong calculated, then reached for his wallet, "Open an invoice." "Invoice?" The boss stopped holding the cigarette, "This is not a tobacco monopoly cigarette, so I can't issue an invoice." "Ok?" "This is a foreign cigarette." The boss knew that he had met a complete layman, "I am a duty-free cigarette—hey, let's be blunt, it is smuggled, and there is no receipt." Wei Jiong couldn't understand what he was saying at all, but his intuition told him something was wrong.

"It can't be fake, can it?" "Fidelity!" The boss waved his hand, "Don't worry, it's fine." "I bought it for someone else. Without an invoice, I can't prove the amount." "Does he usually smoke this brand? If he does, he must know the price." He really doesn't know.Wei Jiong thought to himself. "One hundred and fifteen." The boss still wanted to persuade him to keep it, "Tobacco stores are much more expensive than this." Wei Jiong shook his head, said "I'm sorry", turned around and left the shop. Back on the side of the road, Wei Jiong took out his mobile phone and clicked on Baidu Maps. The search results showed that the nearest tobacco store was on Guilin Road, two stops away. Wei Jiong packed his schoolbag and walked towards the bus stop. Tobacco stores are really more expensive, one hundred and fifty yuan a piece, but fortunately, they are guaranteed to be genuine, and an invoice can be issued.Wei Jiong still chose to buy two, although this meant that the fare had to be paid by himself, but he didn't care about the few dollars. One milligram and four milligrams each bought one.The old man can choose according to his own taste.However, the volume of cigarettes in sticks is larger than I imagined, so I can't stuff them into my schoolbag.Wei Jiong bought another black plastic shopping bag. After packing the cigarettes carefully, he walked out of the store with the plastic shopping bag in his hand. It was already ten past one in the afternoon, and Wei Jiong trotted all the way to the bus station.A few minutes later, a bus pulls into the station.There were not many people on board, and luckily, a passenger had just left his seat and got off.Wei Jiong sat on it, hugged the plastic shopping bag to his chest, and let out a sigh of relief. The bus started immediately, and Wei Jiong looked around in the compartment, and immediately found someone staring at him intently. His classmate Yue Xiaohui stood on the railing of the middle door, smiling and waving at him. Wei Jiong hastily smiled back, and at the same time noticed that Yue Xiaohui was carrying several shopping bags, large and small.He stood up, waved to her, motioned her to come and sit down. Yue Xiaohui was not polite, walked across the carriage and sat down. "Thank you!" Yue Xiaohui switched the shopping bag to her left hand, hugged it across her chest, looked down at the red strangle marks on her right hand, "It's too heavy." "Bought so much?" "Yes." Yue Xiaohui was wearing a short white down jacket, jeans, short boots, an orange scarf, her long hair tied into a ponytail, "Chongqing Road is on sale." Wei Jiong looked at the shopping bags in her arms. They were all low-end fashion brand clothing suitable for students.Yue Xiaohui noticed the black plastic bag in Wei Jiong's hand. "Let me hold it for you." "No need." Wei Jiong hastily declined, "very light." "Give it to me." Yue Xiaohui put the plastic shopping bag on top of the pile of shopping bags, and glanced curiously through the open mouth of the bag. "Hey, do you smoke?" "No, I bought it for an old...friend." "Be careful." Yue Xiaohui said with a smile, "If you carry it into the dormitory like this, 100% will be caught by the housekeeper." "Don't worry." Wei Jiong also smiled. The bus stopped in front of the "Star-MALL", and Wei Jiong and Yue Xiaohui got off.Wei Jiong took back his plastic bag, and also took the shopping bag in Yue Xiaohui's hand. "Thank you." The two walked on the zebra crossing and crossed the road with the dense crowd.Yue Xiaohui looked very relaxed, holding the end of the scarf with one hand, and kept shaking it. Walking into the school gate, Wei Jiong saw a bus parked at the entrance of the library from a distance. "Sorry, I can't carry you to the dormitory for you." "Oh, it's okay." Yue Xiaohui stopped shaking the scarf, and stretched out her hand, "Give it to me." "Not for the time being." Wei Jiong raised his chin in the direction of the library, "I can help you carry it there." Yue Xiaohui looked over: "Red Candle Volunteer?" "Yes, the content of the social practice class." "Where are you going?" "Nursing home. What about you?" "Stray Animal Rescue Station." Yue Xiaohui narrowed her eyes and smiled, "I like cats and dogs." After all, the girl slapped her head as if remembering something: "Oh, I forgot to buy cat food." "Then what to do?" "Don't be afraid." Yue Xiaohui said nonchalantly, "It's a big deal and slip out to buy it tomorrow morning." "Morning? There are two land law classes." "It's okay. I can ask my roommate to help me cover." While talking, the two of them had already walked to the side of the bus.Several volunteers chatting around the car cast curious eyes.Wei Jiong pretended not to see, and handed the shopping bag back to Yue Xiaohui. "Thanks!" The girl waved to him friendly, "Don't be surprised if you don't see me tomorrow morning." "No." Wei Jiong waved goodbye to her, turned around and boarded the bus, found a seat by the window, and watched the girl's back gradually drift away. At 1:30, the bus full of Red Candle volunteer service members started on time.Wei Jiong swayed his body slightly with the shaking of the car, and the black plastic shopping bag on his lap made a rattling sound. Is Lao Ji looking forward to these two cigarettes? For some reason, when Wei Jiong thought of this, a group of cats running towards cat food appeared in Wei Jiong's mind. Today's volunteer service is to clean the nursing home.The girl with the ponytail divides the work among the volunteers.Girls are mainly responsible for cleaning tables, chairs, glass windows, etc., while boys are assigned to do some physical work, such as mopping the floor and collecting garbage. Wei Jiong and several other boys are responsible for cleaning the ground on the second floor.After receiving the mop, he didn't rush to work, but went to Ji Qiankun's room first. The interior is still bright and clean, with plenty of sunlight.The nurse Zhang Haisheng was mopping the floor, while Ji Qiankun was sitting by the window reading a book like last time.Seeing Wei Jiong coming in, Lao Ji smiled at him and took off his glasses. "You came?" "En." Wei Jiong looked at Ji Qiankun, his mouth was a little dry, he picked up the plastic bag, "Master Ji, this is what you want." "Didn't you say it last time, just call me Lao Ji." Ji Qiankun stretched out his hand, "Show me." Wei Jiong handed him the plastic shopping bag.To his surprise, Ji Qiankun directly took out a cigarette and examined it carefully. "The packaging has become like this now..." He said to himself, then he unpacked it, took out a box, put it under his nose and smelled it, "Well, it smells like this." Zhang Haisheng straightened up, leaning on the mop pole, looked at the cigarette in Ji Qiankun's hand, and then at Wei Jiong. "Then, I'll go to work." Wei Jiong raised the mop in his hand and signaled to Ji Qiankun, "You rest first." "Okay." Ji Qiankun leaned slightly on the wheelchair, "Come here later." "En." Wei Jiong responded, turned and walked out of the room.The moment he closed the wooden door, he found that Zhang Haisheng's gaze had been on him. After cleaning the floors of the two floors, Wei Jiong's mood slowly calmed down.When he carried the cigarettes into the nursing home, he was both excited and nervous.Being entrusted by someone to buy "contraband" from a nursing home, and handing it over to the "buyer" in person, it sounds like an illegal secret transaction no matter how you think about it. People who are used to eating light tea and light meals occasionally have a meal of heavy oil and spicy Sichuan cuisine, and they will also feel refreshed with open pores and sweating profusely. Like drug dealing. Wei Jiong laughed secretly in his heart. No wonder in the class of criminal psychology, the teacher said that some crimes can make people "addicted".Breaking the rules does bring pleasure, especially for someone like myself who has followed the rules for more than two decades. After more than an hour of work, the nursing home was cleaned up.After disposing of the last batch of garbage, the volunteers came to the room in twos and threes to chat with the elderly.Wei Jiong washed his hands and face, and went straight to Ji Qiankun's room. Zhang Haisheng was still there, sitting on a chair and talking to Lao Ji face to face.There were a few cigarette butts floating in the glass canning jar on the windowsill, and half of the jar of water was brownish-yellow. Ji Qiankun called Wei Jiong to sit down.Zhang Haisheng glanced at him, frowned, and said while holding a cigarette butt: "Lao Ji, this cigarette is not very easy to smoke, it's boring." Ji Qiankun smiled slightly, but did not answer. "There's Dahongpao in the pot, freshly brewed." He faced Wei Jiong, pointing to the drawer, "There are paper cups in it, pour it yourself." Wei Jiong smacked his lips, feeling a little thirsty, so he thanked him, took out the paper cup from the drawer, thought for a while, and filled the empty cup in Ji Qiankun's hand again. "What about you?" Wei Jiong asked Zhang Haisheng. "Oh, I dare not take it!" Zhang Haisheng didn't expect Wei Jiong to pour tea for him, and hurriedly handed over the paper cup in his hand, "Good tea, I'll have some too." Wei Jiong refilled Zhang Haisheng's tea before he poured half a cup himself, leaning against the table and sipping. For a while, everyone did not speak, or sat or stood, drinking tea in silence. After a few sips of tea, Ji Qiankun sighed contentedly and asked, "How is it?" "Not bad." Wei Jiong looked at the golden tea soup in the cup, "I don't know much about it, but it's delicious." "Lao Ji's place is full of good things." Zhang Haisheng chuckled, showing his teeth yellowed by smoke. Ji Qiankun looked at Zhang Haisheng, with a faint smile on his mouth, and suddenly said: "Old Zhang, do you have anything else to do?" "Oh?" Zhang Haisheng was stunned for a moment, then drank the tea in the paper cup, stood up, and said awkwardly: "Then I'm busy, you guys talk, you guys talk." After that, he picked up the mop, opened the door and walked out. Only Ji Qiankun and Wei Jiong were left in the room.Ji Qiankun took out another Jian brand cigarette and held it between his two fingers to gesture to Wei Jiong. "Thank you for your help." He lit his cigarette and took a deep breath, "I haven't smoked this for several years." "You should smoke less." Wei Jiong couldn't help reminding, "It's not good for your health." "It's okay. By the way, I saw the invoice." Ji Qiankun smiled, "The three hundred yuan I gave you was used to buy cigarettes? Did you pay for the travel expenses yourself?" "It's only two yuan." Wei Jiong waved his hand, "You're welcome." "That's good, two yuan, don't have to push it back and forth." Ji Qiankun didn't insist anymore, "About the 'statute of limitations' matter, have you figured it out?" "Well. After 20 years, if you think it is necessary to prosecute, you can continue to prosecute after reporting to the Supreme People's Procuratorate for approval." Immediately, Wei Jiong explained to Ji Qiankun the extension and interruption of the statute of limitations.Just like the last time, Ji Qiankun listened extremely attentively, smoking all the time, and the small room was soon filled with smoke. "That is to say, once the case is filed..." Ji Qiankun listened, pondered for a moment, and said to himself, "The statute of limitations does not matter." "Yes." Wei Jiong spoke up, and decided to show off a little, "However, the Criminal Law of 1979 and the Criminal Law of 1997 are slightly different in terms of the statute of limitations." "What's the difference?" Ji Qiankun asked immediately. Wei Jiong didn't expect Ji Qiankun to ask such detailed questions, he panicked for a while, stammered for a long time, and honestly admitted that he didn't know. Ji Qiankun's face became ugly. He shook the wheelchair with difficulty, moved to the side of the bed, and stretched out one hand to the small bookshelf inside, as if he wanted to take down a certain book, but his fingertips were still a few centimeters away from the spine of the book.Ji Qiankun tried his best to stretch his arms, and he lost his balance, and the wheelchair tilted dangerously. Wei Jiong hurried over to help the wheelchair: "Which book do you want to take? Let me do it." "Red-skinned, criminal code." Ji Qiankun's tone was very severe. Wei Jiong reached out to take down the thin booklet and handed it to Ji Qiankun.He almost snatched the Codex into his hands and couldn't wait to flip through it. However, Ji Qiankun only looked at the catalog, threw the book on the bed, and pointed to the bookshelf. "The one with yellow skin, that one, the thick one." Wei Jiong took down the book and found that it was the textbook he used in school. Ji Qiankun also flipped through the catalog first, then quickly opened to a certain page, and began to study it carefully. He seemed to have completely forgotten the existence of Wei Jiong, and he was determined to find some information in the criminal law textbook.Wei Jiong stood there at a loss, not knowing what to do, subconsciously cast his eyes on the bookshelf. It is said to be a bookshelf, but it is actually just a lacquered wooden board between the head and the foot of the bed. On it are some neatly arranged books of all kinds, and the two sides are fixed by iron bookends. Wei Jiong glanced around and found that Ji Qiankun's reading range was quite special—there were almost no casual reading materials of fiction, but only textbooks and monographs on law, criminology, and criminal investigation. This old man is very strange.Wei Jiong murmured in his heart: I don't know why I did it before. I am so old and my health is not good, so I am interested in these things. A sigh pulled him back from his thoughts.Wei Jiong turned his head and saw Ji Qiankun closing the book heavily, frowning. "There is no content in the Criminal Law of 1979..." Ji Qiankun suddenly smiled bitterly, "That's right, the Criminal Law of 1997 has been applied for almost 20 years, who would study this?" "Why...why do you want to figure this out?" Wei Jiong couldn't help asking, "Aren't you going to take the judicial examination?" "Haha, of course not." Ji Qiankun laughed loudly, "Just interested." impossible.The question marks in Wei Jiong's heart grew even bigger.Just out of interest, such an experienced old man would never be so eager and lose his composure. "Wei Jiong," Ji Qiankun considered his words, "Can I ask you..." "Do you want to read the 1979 criminal law?" Wei Jiong took out his mobile phone, "This is easy to handle." Ji Qiankun stared dumbfounded at Wei Jiong skillfully using his mobile phone to surf the Internet. After some operations, Wei Jiong swiped the page up and down, and then handed him the mobile phone—there were dense texts on the screen. "Chapter Four, Section Eight, Article 77." Ji Qiankun held the phone carefully, first brought the phone to his eyes, then took off his glasses, straightened his arms, and put the phone on the far side, but the words were still blurred. "Let me do it." Wei Jiong took the mobile phone, "Article 77, in the people's courts, people's procuratorates, public security organs... oh, there are indeed amendments here... after coercive measures are taken, those who evade investigation or trial shall not Subject to the time limit for prosecution." "Yeah." Ji Qiankun noticed immediately, "The Criminal Law of 1979 is 'after coercive measures are taken', and the Criminal Law of 1997 is 'after the case is accepted', right?" "yes." "If a case—for example, a murder case—happened before 1997," Ji Qiankun said while thinking, speaking slowly, "do you think the Criminal Law of 1979 or the Criminal Law of 1997 should be applied?" Wei Jiong was taken aback for a moment: "This is... a question of the retrospective force of the criminal law." "Yes." Ji Qiankun replied crisply, his eyes full of expectation. What is this!Wei Jiong smiled wryly to himself. Volunteer service has become a criminal law exam—or an oral exam! "On the issue of retroactive criminal law, China adopts the principle of 'from the old and the lighter'." Wei Jiong desperately recalled, "From the old, the 79-year criminal law should be applied." "What if you consider 'relaxing'?" "This..." Wei Jiong thought for a while, "According to the Criminal Law of 1979, criminals are not subject to the statute of limitations until compulsory measures are taken, and according to the Criminal Law of 1997, as long as the judiciary accepts the case, they are not subject to the statute of limitations. The restrictions of the criminal law—by comparison, the Criminal Law of 1979 is more beneficial to criminals, right?" Ji Qiankun thought for a while, then nodded slowly: "It should be." "Then the Criminal Law of 1979 should be applied." "Coercive measures were taken..." Ji Qiankun's face became gloomy again, his eyes drifted and confused, and he muttered to himself, "What if he wasn't caught?" "Then there is a limit." Wei Jiong remembered the "for example" he mentioned, "In a murder case, there will be no prosecution after twenty years." "Isn't there still the Supreme People's Procuratorate?" Ji Qiankun asked immediately. "Huh? That's right." Wei Jiong blushed, and hurriedly changed his words, "If the Supreme People's Procuratorate thinks it is necessary to prosecute, it can continue to prosecute." "There must be!" Ji Qiankun blurted out with a high tone. Wei Jiong was taken aback and looked at Ji Qiankun in surprise. "Murder." Ji Qiankun immediately realized his gaffe, "What a big deal--don't you think so?" Wei Jiong nodded blankly. "Hehe." Ji Qiankun laughed and began to smooth things over, "Did you use your mobile phone to surf the Internet just now?" "yes." "The current technology is so advanced and so convenient." Ji Qiankun smacked his lips, "I can't keep up with the times." "Smartphones are fine." Wei Jiong also came back to his senses, "It's like a small computer." "Yeah." Ji Qiankun turned his head and looked out the window, "About what time did you leave?" Wei Jiong looked at his watch: "Around half past four." "Oh, there's still a while." Ji Qiankun smiled at Wei Jiong, "It's sunny today, how about pushing me out for a walk?" The yard of the nursing home is not big, and most of it is dirt land.There are a few trees planted in the yard, because the leaves have all fallen, and the tree species cannot be distinguished.There are only a few criss-cross paths paved with red bricks that can be walked on with a wheelchair. Even so, Ji Qiankun still seemed quite happy.With Wei Jiong's help, he put on his down coat, hat and scarf, and added a blanket over his lower body, and went out warmly. It was the first time for Wei Jiong to push a wheelchair. In addition to the unevenness of the red brick Yongdao, the initial journey was thrilling.Several times, he almost pushed Lao Ji to the dirt. Compared to Wei Jiong's trepidation, Ji Qiankun seemed satisfied.The sun was setting now, and since there were no high-rise buildings around the nursing home, the yard was still full of sunshine.Ji Qiankun narrowed his eyes and stared at the golden sun, breathing in the dry and cold air with a rather intoxicated expression. "It's been a long time since I came out." "Really?" The wheelchair was pushed to the end of a narrow road, Wei Jiong turned the wheelchair around with great effort, and started to walk back, "How many years have you been here?" "Eighteen years." "Still used to it?" "It's okay." Ji Qiankun looked at a tree next to him, "That's a peach tree, full of peach blossoms in spring, very beautiful - if you can accept it, just bear it; idea." Wei Jiong smiled as he thought of the small electric pan and cigarettes in his room. "Does your family... visit you often?" "I have no family." Ji Qiankun replied bluntly, "I have no children, and my wife passed away very early." "Oh?" Wei Jiong stopped, and continued to push the wheelchair forward, "Sorry." "There's nothing to be sorry about." Ji Qiankun laughed, "I don't think I'm any different from others." "That's right." Wei Jiong thought for a while, "However, you will be lonely too, right?" "Only those who have experienced the hustle and bustle will feel lonely." Ji Qiankun looked at the old people who gathered in the yard or chatted together, or walked alone with their hands behind their backs. "I lived alone a long time ago, and I have long been used to it. Besides... " He looked away from the old people: "They don't know what loneliness is." I was speechless for a moment.Wei Jiong didn't know what to say, while Ji Qiankun seemed to be lost in memory, huddled in the wheelchair without making a sound.In the silence, the wheelchair came to the end of Yonglu again. When Wei Jiong was about to return the same way, Ji Qiankun said, "Push me to the door." Wei Jiong nodded in agreement, and pushed him onto the corridor leading directly to the main entrance of the nursing home. There is a small road in front of the nursing home. Although it is narrow, it is full of people and cars.The cries of vegetable vendors, the chatter and laughter of pedestrians, the sound of vehicle horns can be heard endlessly, coupled with the aroma of fried skewers, roasted sweet potatoes, and boiled corn. Compared with the nursing home separated by an iron gate, this place is more like the world. Wei Jiong pushed the wheelchair to the rusty iron door, stretched out his hand to pull the latch, and immediately felt a cold touch.Just as he pulled half of the latch, he heard a shout in his ear: "Hey! What are you doing?" Wei Jiong looked around, and in the duty room next to the door, a middle-aged man in a security uniform leaned out and stared at him vigilantly. "Huh? I'll take him... out for a walk." "No!" The middle-aged man was holding a big teacup, the mouth of which was steaming, "They can't go out casually." "Isn't it right at the door?" "No!" The middle-aged man seemed to be a little shy of the cold, shrugging his shoulders, "Who is responsible for the accident? Go back." Ji Qiankun, who had been silent all this time, said, "Forget it, just stay here." The middle-aged man returned to the duty room.Wei Jiong supported the push handle of the wheelchair, stood behind Ji Qiankun, and silently looked at the street across the door. Lao Ji barely moved, and his eyes didn't move with people or things. He just looked ahead and sniffed occasionally.Wei Jiong looked forward along his line of sight, and didn't think there was anything special about the trash can soaked in sewage and stuffed with plastic bags of various colors.However, an aura of aging, depression, even close to corruption slowly emanated from Ji Qiankun's body.Sitting in the sun, the sharp-eyed, talkative, heavy-smoking old Ji, who cooks good soup, seems to be recovering his original form, and his whole person seems to have shrunk. Standing, Wei Jiong looked down at the light gray wool hat on Ji Qiankun's head, clearly feeling that something like moisture was draining from his body. That's time.In Ji Qiankun's hut, it is as clear and transparent as a piece of jelly, but still, freezing his memory in a space of a few square meters.He can be elegant, but also calm, enjoying himself, and indifferent.However, once this piece of jelly is thrown into the smoke of the world, it will quickly melt and flow quickly in the river of time.Everything sealed by it fell naked on the ground, covered with dust, anxiously and helplessly watched as he became rough and was carried forward. Wei Jiong's heart softened. After a long time, Ji Qiankun let out a long breath. "almost." He turned around and looked at Wei Jiong from bottom to top. "Push me back." Ji Qiankun's eyes regained a gentle and calm look, "It's almost there." Although Wei Jiong didn't know whether the sun was "almost" or the time was "almost", but he obeyed his will, turned the wheelchair, and pushed him slowly towards the small building. As soon as they walked to the door, they met a large group of volunteers who came out head-on.The girl with the ponytail was holding Wei Jiong's backpack, saw him, and asked, "Where did you go?" "Oh, I asked Xiao Wei to push me out for a walk." Ji Qiankun replied on Wei Jiong's behalf. The girl forced a smile at Ji Qiankun, and stuffed the backpack into Wei Jiong's arms: "No, no, the bus has been waiting for a long time." Wei Jiong nodded and said to Ji Qiankun: "Old Ji, I will send you back." "No need." Ji Qiankun pointed to Zhang Haisheng who was leaning against the door smoking a cigarette, "There is Lao Zhang. You go back quickly, don't make everyone wait for you." "Well, that's fine." Wei Jiong looked up at Zhang Haisheng, who was looking at them with a blank expression while holding a cigarette. "You..." Ji Qiankun looked into Wei Jiong's eyes and smiled, "At least you will do it again, right?" Volunteers squeezed past Wei Jiong in twos and threes, and he swayed in the crowd with his backpack on his shoulders.In the end, he also smiled at Lao Ji. "Will do."