Jung-young is a miserable child. Her father and I are best friends. When Jung-young was three years old, her father had a serious accident during a mission. His father sacrificed bravely to protect the country's property. Before his death, he asked me to help take care of Jung-young, and Jung-young became my daughter.
Nam Sung-jae's tone was soothing, with a hint of solemnity, as if he was telling a very formal story about a hero entrusting his or her own son.
I glanced at him in the rearview mirror, but was surprised to find that his face was covered with tears.
This is too exaggerated!
This story is indeed quite touching, but... it is not as if it were tears. Could it be that people in their country express their emotions in this way?
Xiaoyan's face was not very relaxed either. She should have noticed Nam Sung-jae's emotional changes very early and handed the cardboard box directly behind her.
However, people's emotions are so excited and devoted, we can't be too indifferent. We can't always express our doubts and confusion on our faces. I deliberately frowned and didn't say anything, waiting for him to continue talking.
How old is Zhenying now?Xiaoyan asked.
...Twelve years old!...Okay, don't ask!Nam Sung-jae's voice suddenly choked, and his tone seemed a little impatient.
Xiaoyan was also confused by his condition and asked quickly: What's wrong?
I held the steering wheel with one hand, gently pulled Xiaoyan's sleeve with the other, and whispered: Don't ask more questions, wait for him to calm down.
I know Xiaoyan's personality. She is very curious. She will not give up if she doesn't figure out anything. So although she doesn't continue to ask, I know she will always be thinking about asking things clearly.
...You have many bad people in China!A bad guy like a devil!Nam Sung-jae suddenly said something stupid, with a tone full of hatred.
Why do you say so?Xiaoyan couldn't help but continue to ask questions.
In the rearview mirror, I saw Nam Sung-jae's Adam's apple move, but frowned and didn't continue to speak. The car became silent for a moment.
Judging from his tone, it seems that his view of the Chinese is no longer an ideological issue. I began to feel that he had a kind of resentment towards the Chinese, but he refused to say it now. I had no idea where this resentment came from, and I didn’t know what kind of Chinese people he had met in his past experience. Anyway, I almost felt that many things in his heart were related to us Chinese.
Is the Chinese you are talking about... related to Zhenying?Xiaoyan frowned and asked carefully.
Silence, Nam Sung-jae tells us with silence that Xiaoyeon guessed correctly.
I have worked in grassroots public security departments all year round and naturally have seen many ugly things. My mind immediately rolled up, and my heart was inexplicably twitching. I was really a little scared when I thought of what might happen to a twelve-year-old girl.
Can you tell us about Zhenying?Xiaoyan was a little reluctant, it seemed that she was preparing to ask the question to the end.
There was silent behind it, without any echo.
After a while, Xiaoyan sighed and asked: Do you have any other relatives in your family?
It's gone, now I have no relatives. Nam Sung-jae's words are low, but they hit my chest like a steel hammer.
Xiaoyan's body also shuddered, turned her body completely backward, and asked anxiously: What do you mean... your Zhenying is gone anymore, right?
I slowed down before I glanced at Nam Sung-jae in the back seat. He leaned against the window on the right side of the back seat, but there was no sadness on his face, and a cold hatred burst out in his eyes.
Yes, my Jung-young is dead!He could actually hear his teeth being bitten tightly through his words.
How did she die?Xiaoyeon seemed to have not seen Nam Sung-jae's face that had begun to be distorted and deformed, and was still asking questions.
I winked at Xiaoyan desperately. The good deeds didn't take this good deeds seriously. I looked at Nam Sung-jae seriously, and even tilted my head to add: I guess, is your daughter's death related to the Chinese?
I am not a criminal policeman, but I also have the opportunity to contact those who have done bad things and been arrested in the police station. Based on my understanding of these people's psychology, they usually take an evasive and concealed attitude towards something, which means that there must be serious problems. I originally had some trust in Nam Sung-jae, but his current concealment attitude made me start to doubt again.
But I didn't make any noise, and I didn't even turn back to see him. I now suspect that he was not really here to carry out the mission, but there was no evidence, and he had a gun. If he starts a manic attack, I'm fine. After all, I'm wearing a police badge and catching bad people is my duty and job, but it won't work for Xiaoyan. I can't put her in a dangerous situation.
I glanced at the navigation. There was a fork in the road a few kilometers ahead. We walked north to the main road to Jiangjiezhou. However, the direct route was the shortcut selected by the navigation. A thought suddenly flashed in my mind.
If I don’t follow the navigation, I will turn to the main road and pass by another county town between Yonghe and Jiangjiezhou. When I get there, I will drive my car to the police station in the county, and this matter will be resolved!
In my heart, Nam Sung-jae answered Xiaoyeon's question in a low voice and said: Since you want to know, I'll tell you all...
As he said that, he paused and took a deep breath, as if he was fighting with his heart.
Zhenying came to our family at the age of three. At that time, my mother and I were the only ones in my family. When my mother knew Zhenying's life experience, she felt very sorry for her, so she promised to help me raise Zhenying's girl. The girl is really well-behaved, sensible, smart, and likeable, so my mother always takes the girl with her like a baby.Later, when the girl went to school, her academic performance was always the best. Her mother and girl were like her biological grandmother and granddaughter. My family was as happy as the festival was... As she said that, Nam Sung-jae began to choke again.
Xiaoyan frowned and did not interrupt him, listening quietly to him continue.
Nam Sung-jae paused, and the expression on his face slowly became ferocious, and he said with gritted teeth: That person named Jiang is a demon!I swear to God!I want to tear him into meat paste like I smashed a mouse to death!Even so, it won’t help my anger. I want to eat his meat raw and drink all his blood!
His tone made my spine chill and I felt a sense of fear unconsciously.
Brother Chengzai, don’t do this, tell me what’s going on.Xiaoyan said softly.
Nam Sung-jae wiped his cheek with his sleeve and said in a low voice: The place where I live is called Helingyi, which is only more than 100 kilometers away from the Jiejiang River, which you call Tumen River. It is close to China and not far from Russia. It is one of the areas where we have carried out reform and opening up in recent years.
Xiaoyan nodded without interrupting.
Nam Sung-jae's tone was soothing, with a hint of solemnity, as if he was telling a very formal story about a hero entrusting his or her own son.
I glanced at him in the rearview mirror, but was surprised to find that his face was covered with tears.
This is too exaggerated!
This story is indeed quite touching, but... it is not as if it were tears. Could it be that people in their country express their emotions in this way?
Xiaoyan's face was not very relaxed either. She should have noticed Nam Sung-jae's emotional changes very early and handed the cardboard box directly behind her.
However, people's emotions are so excited and devoted, we can't be too indifferent. We can't always express our doubts and confusion on our faces. I deliberately frowned and didn't say anything, waiting for him to continue talking.
How old is Zhenying now?Xiaoyan asked.
...Twelve years old!...Okay, don't ask!Nam Sung-jae's voice suddenly choked, and his tone seemed a little impatient.
Xiaoyan was also confused by his condition and asked quickly: What's wrong?
I held the steering wheel with one hand, gently pulled Xiaoyan's sleeve with the other, and whispered: Don't ask more questions, wait for him to calm down.
I know Xiaoyan's personality. She is very curious. She will not give up if she doesn't figure out anything. So although she doesn't continue to ask, I know she will always be thinking about asking things clearly.
...You have many bad people in China!A bad guy like a devil!Nam Sung-jae suddenly said something stupid, with a tone full of hatred.
Why do you say so?Xiaoyan couldn't help but continue to ask questions.
In the rearview mirror, I saw Nam Sung-jae's Adam's apple move, but frowned and didn't continue to speak. The car became silent for a moment.
Judging from his tone, it seems that his view of the Chinese is no longer an ideological issue. I began to feel that he had a kind of resentment towards the Chinese, but he refused to say it now. I had no idea where this resentment came from, and I didn’t know what kind of Chinese people he had met in his past experience. Anyway, I almost felt that many things in his heart were related to us Chinese.
Is the Chinese you are talking about... related to Zhenying?Xiaoyan frowned and asked carefully.
Silence, Nam Sung-jae tells us with silence that Xiaoyeon guessed correctly.
I have worked in grassroots public security departments all year round and naturally have seen many ugly things. My mind immediately rolled up, and my heart was inexplicably twitching. I was really a little scared when I thought of what might happen to a twelve-year-old girl.
Can you tell us about Zhenying?Xiaoyan was a little reluctant, it seemed that she was preparing to ask the question to the end.
There was silent behind it, without any echo.
After a while, Xiaoyan sighed and asked: Do you have any other relatives in your family?
It's gone, now I have no relatives. Nam Sung-jae's words are low, but they hit my chest like a steel hammer.
Xiaoyan's body also shuddered, turned her body completely backward, and asked anxiously: What do you mean... your Zhenying is gone anymore, right?
I slowed down before I glanced at Nam Sung-jae in the back seat. He leaned against the window on the right side of the back seat, but there was no sadness on his face, and a cold hatred burst out in his eyes.
Yes, my Jung-young is dead!He could actually hear his teeth being bitten tightly through his words.
How did she die?Xiaoyeon seemed to have not seen Nam Sung-jae's face that had begun to be distorted and deformed, and was still asking questions.
I winked at Xiaoyan desperately. The good deeds didn't take this good deeds seriously. I looked at Nam Sung-jae seriously, and even tilted my head to add: I guess, is your daughter's death related to the Chinese?
I am not a criminal policeman, but I also have the opportunity to contact those who have done bad things and been arrested in the police station. Based on my understanding of these people's psychology, they usually take an evasive and concealed attitude towards something, which means that there must be serious problems. I originally had some trust in Nam Sung-jae, but his current concealment attitude made me start to doubt again.
But I didn't make any noise, and I didn't even turn back to see him. I now suspect that he was not really here to carry out the mission, but there was no evidence, and he had a gun. If he starts a manic attack, I'm fine. After all, I'm wearing a police badge and catching bad people is my duty and job, but it won't work for Xiaoyan. I can't put her in a dangerous situation.
I glanced at the navigation. There was a fork in the road a few kilometers ahead. We walked north to the main road to Jiangjiezhou. However, the direct route was the shortcut selected by the navigation. A thought suddenly flashed in my mind.
If I don’t follow the navigation, I will turn to the main road and pass by another county town between Yonghe and Jiangjiezhou. When I get there, I will drive my car to the police station in the county, and this matter will be resolved!
In my heart, Nam Sung-jae answered Xiaoyeon's question in a low voice and said: Since you want to know, I'll tell you all...
As he said that, he paused and took a deep breath, as if he was fighting with his heart.
Zhenying came to our family at the age of three. At that time, my mother and I were the only ones in my family. When my mother knew Zhenying's life experience, she felt very sorry for her, so she promised to help me raise Zhenying's girl. The girl is really well-behaved, sensible, smart, and likeable, so my mother always takes the girl with her like a baby.Later, when the girl went to school, her academic performance was always the best. Her mother and girl were like her biological grandmother and granddaughter. My family was as happy as the festival was... As she said that, Nam Sung-jae began to choke again.
Xiaoyan frowned and did not interrupt him, listening quietly to him continue.
Nam Sung-jae paused, and the expression on his face slowly became ferocious, and he said with gritted teeth: That person named Jiang is a demon!I swear to God!I want to tear him into meat paste like I smashed a mouse to death!Even so, it won’t help my anger. I want to eat his meat raw and drink all his blood!
His tone made my spine chill and I felt a sense of fear unconsciously.
Brother Chengzai, don’t do this, tell me what’s going on.Xiaoyan said softly.
Nam Sung-jae wiped his cheek with his sleeve and said in a low voice: The place where I live is called Helingyi, which is only more than 100 kilometers away from the Jiejiang River, which you call Tumen River. It is close to China and not far from Russia. It is one of the areas where we have carried out reform and opening up in recent years.
Xiaoyan nodded without interrupting.
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