Police Detective

I was on duty on the 13th and had been busy all day. The next day, Bai Song had a rest. Early in the morning, Bai Song walked to the foot of Jiuhe Bridge. Four or five days had passed, and I didn’t know how Zheng Yanwu was doing.

Jiuheqiao is a small bridge. Jiuheqiao Police Station is not as close to Tianhe as Yuzhen Police Station. There is only a small winding river in its jurisdiction, which is twenty meters wide, which is different from Tianhe. Jiuhe Bridge is a stone arch bridge. There is very little space under the bridge except for the river, but it can barely accommodate people.

After finding his way from the bridge to the bottom of the bridge, Bai Song saw a gray tent. Coincidentally, I have seen the brand of this tent, Baisong. Tuo Dawang was using this brand in Southern Xinjiang Province at that time, and the effect of windproof and cold protection was quite good. There was quite a bit of wind under the bridge, but the tent was set up relatively solidly and there was not much wind behind the tent.

"Old Zheng, are you there?" Bai Song walked to the tent and patted the door of the tent.

"Here he is." Zheng Yanwu's figure walked out from behind the tent. Bai Song turned around and saw that he was heating something to eat in a broken pot. Underneath was a portable gas stove, which he probably bought recently.

"Okay, living conditions are good. I eat meat every morning." Bai Song walked closer and smelled the aroma of meat.

"You're right, you have to look forward to the future." Zheng Yanwu stood and adjusted the spoon. Bai Song thought it was quite interesting. Zheng Yanwu was not tall and had advantages. For example, this tent would be very suffocating if Bai Song came to live there. Qu, but Zheng Yanwu lived in a very spacious place.

"Well, but I still have a few words of advice to you. The winter solstice is coming soon, and the Chinese New Year will be here soon, and the weather will get colder and colder. You still can't do it like this." Bai Song touched the material of the tent. There's no way it can be compared to a brick wall.

"I" Zheng Yanwu was a little sad: "I don't want to live in the house. I feel more comfortable outside."

Bai Song nodded, his careful mind already roughly understood the situation. It is estimated that Zheng Yanwu's family members all died in the house in an accident, so Zheng Yanwu refused to enter the house to rest.

"Then buy a car. It's better than this." Bai Song thought of a compromise.

"No," Zheng Yanwu measured his height with his hands: "I'm not tall enough. I heard that you have to be over 1.5 meters tall to apply for a driver's license. I used to have a driver, but now I don't want to find another driver. , It’s good to be alone.”

"No." Bai Song came this time, but had done his homework in advance: "I specifically checked the relevant laws. The height requirement for medium-sized buses is 1.5 meters, and the height requirement for large buses or trucks is 1.55 meters. But for small cars, there is no Do whatever is asked of you.”

"Thank you." Zheng Yanwu knew that Bai Song was doing it for his own good: "I am in a special situation. My height hinders safe driving. I understand what you are saying. I can't drive anymore. You don't have to worry about me. I have been It’s been like this, and I’m much better now than before.”

"Then you can't always be like this." Bai Song said: "You must have been a successful person before, and you must have experienced a lot of ups and downs. You are just halfway through your life, and you can't just stop like this."

"It's been so many years. I haven't said so many words to anyone for a long time. Bai Song, I know your good intentions, and I will try to change." Zheng Yanwu said: "I used to run a factory, and there was an explosion. Several people died. , and lost more than one million yuan. At that time, I almost couldn't survive it, but later I gradually managed to survive it. However, when this kind of thing happens to my family, it's really..."

Bai Song knew that Zheng Yanwu's sad story had been revealed again, so he could only avoid the topic: "I suggest you find something to do."

"Looking for something to do? What? I once thought of becoming a teacher to spread the heat, but with my physical condition, I probably can't do anything."

"Then let me give you a suggestion." After Bai Song said this, he felt a little regretful. He didn't know what to say, but when he saw the glimmer in Zheng Yanwu's eyes, he suddenly thought of something.

When I went to Shanghai some time ago, he was in charge of recording the whole process. When it comes to photography, being tall has its advantages, but being short has its own perspective. With Zheng Yanwu’s life experience and IQ, he can definitely become a good photographer!

The most important thing is that he has money! It is no joke that three generations of photography will be poor and a SLR will ruin a life, but if you are willing to invest six or seven figures and study hard, this thing is really feasible!

A person who has been successful, even if he is down now, is more likely to achieve results in other fields than a person who has never been successful.

"I think you can become a very good photographer." Bai Song said seriously.

"Photography?" There was something in Zheng Yanwu's eyes, and his body remained motionless, thinking about Bai Song's suggestion.

"Since you have thought about being a teacher, you have thought about spreading your thoughts, and you have thought that your life will not be in vain, then try photography. When you have good works, you can also change many, many people." Bai Song strikes while the iron is hot. .

"Where did this thing come from?" Zheng Yanwu was a little tempted.

Able-bodied people sometimes complain for no reason and feel how difficult life is, but these people have never thought that if they are disabled, if they are not even qualified to learn a driver's license, they will be looked down upon or looked at with colored glasses wherever they go. Watching, what kind of state is it?

"It's not difficult. I'll call you and ask." Bai Song picked up the phone, but Zheng Yanwu couldn't help but stop him and called Wang Huadong directly.

This kid, when he was on a business trip this time, he even joked that he wasn't even professional in video recording. It was time to arrange something for him.

"Huh? Study photography?" Wang Huadong was surprised when he heard Bai Song ask where he could learn photography: "What's wrong? Are you shocked by me? I can tell you, although you have 30,000 yuan now. For 50,000 yuan, you can only start learning photography. If you just want to have fun, I won’t stop you, but the professional photography course you mentioned is not suitable. This kind of course is very expensive, 10,000 yuan Yuan won’t buy you many classes, but it will be gone after a few outdoor teachings.”

"I'm not studying, but my friend. Just find someone better. Money is not an issue."

"Local tycoon?" Wang Huadong became interested: "If you have a local tycoon, it will be easier. Introduce him to me!"

"Go away, I'm not joking with you." Bai Song said angrily.

"Okay, okay, we don't have this kind of thing in Jiuhe District. I'll send you my location and phone number. You can just tell your friends later. But I agreed, you don't need to mention my name. The guy who runs the class has a very special personality and knows everything." Okay, but it’s expensive, and no one will get a discount.”

Late, sorry everyone.

This chapter is broken and not broken properly. It seems uncomfortable to post it alone, so I will post the two chapters together.

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