Nominal: Energy sector enters Handong, breaking the deadlock

The area in front of the monument is clean and tidy, and has been maintained by someone year-round, showing that it has never been forgotten.

The two stood quietly in front of the monument, their expressions solemn.

Secretary Zhou Haoyang quickly stepped forward, handed over a bottle of wine, and quietly stepped aside so as not to disturb the two's remembrance.

Song Yunhui unscrewed the bottle and poured some wine. "Second brother, my eldest brother and I have come to see you today."

Cheng Lin has submitted an application to the organization to reinstate your siren, so that your glory may continue to be passed on. Handong will always remember you.

As the words fell, a gentle breeze stirred, and the pine and cypress trees swayed slightly.

Ding Jianguo looked at the tombstone and said, "Second brother, if you have a spirit in heaven, you will definitely agree."

right?

You left too hastily back then, leaving behind all your passion and integrity on this land.

Now that the country is at peace and the police force is functioning properly, your badge number should not be retired; your glory deserves to be passed down forever.

The friendship we shared in college has remained strong over the years, and I cherish it every year.

The two stood silently before the monument for a long time, without uttering any extra words. All their longing and respect were contained in their silence.

The deepest feelings are often unspoken, yet most touching.

On the other side.

Qi Tongwei, along with Zhao Donglai, Cheng Du, and a group of people from the public security system, stood in front of the tombstone.

There is no name on the tombstone.

They were all former anti-drug police officers who fought alongside Qi Tongwei and shared life and death with him.

They once shared life and death, sacrificing themselves in a drug bust operation, and now they are separated by death.

next second.

Qi Tongwei knelt down directly in front of the tombstone.

Zhao Donglai and Cheng Du felt that Qi Tongwei seemed a bit off today.

Everyone has heard that Qi Tongwei once accompanied Zhao Lichun back to his hometown to pay respects to his ancestors, and that Qi Tongwei cried at the grave.

Zhao Donglai thought Qi Tongwei might want to do that again.

The scene of weeping at the grave was staged again.

Qi Tongwei's knees struck the bluestone ground with unwavering deliberation.

After years of suppressed emotions, she finally broke down, tears streaming down her face as she cried her heart out.

Snot and tears streaming down my face.

Completely disregarding his status and dignity as the director of the provincial public security department, his hoarse and sorrowful cries echoed throughout the entire cemetery.

"Brothers! I, Qi Tongwei, have come to see you!"

A new governor, Song, has arrived. I accompanied him to the cemetery and also took the opportunity to visit you all and have a chat with you!

In that bloody battle against the D ban back then, you all left, but I survived.

As long as I live, I will protect this land for you, and wear this police uniform. I will preserve your original aspirations!

The land you protected with your lives is now a peaceful and prosperous nation!

Zhao Donglai stood behind Qi Tongwei, his expression complex, head bowed, saying nothing.

He wanted to improve himself and felt it was impossible to cry at a grave.

Even his own grandfather's grave was off-limits, lest people bring it up and use it as a topic of discussion.

Actually, Zhao Donglai harbored some resentment towards Qi Tongwei.

It was precisely because Qi Tongwei never reached the rank of deputy provincial governor that Zhao Donglai, the director of the Jingzhou Public Security Bureau, never reached the rank of director-general.

Hey!

Cheng Du stood aside, his eyes filled with emotion, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

The usually decisive and domineering Director Qi was now as vulnerable as a child.

I'd heard of Qi Tongwei crying at a grave, but this is the first time I've seen it live.

No one can say for sure whether this weeping was to commemorate a comrade-in-arms, to feel guilty and blame oneself, or to lament one's own life of ups and downs and an involuntary fate.

Truth and falsehood are mixed together, and people's hearts are hard to fathom.

Not far away, Ji Changming had just finished cleaning the tombstone.

I glanced at this scene by chance and stopped in my tracks.

Not right.

Li Dakang once said that Qi Tongwei cried at a grave, and now Director Qi is actually crying.

He stared at Qi Tongwei, who was kneeling on the ground and weeping, his brows furrowed, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Having worked in the procuratorial system for decades, Ji Changming has seen through countless people and possesses a meticulous mind. He has long understood the true nature of officialdom and the coldness and warmth of human relationships.

Qi Tongwei is indeed loyal and righteous, but he is also ambitious and eager for quick success.

Losing control and crying in public is far too ostentatious and offensive.

He hesitated for a moment, then quickly walked away, heading towards Song Yunhui, Gao Yuliang, and Zhou Tiejun, who were chatting.

Approaching, Ji Changming pointed in Qi Tongwei's direction, "Governor Song, Secretary Gao, Commander Zhou, there's something I need to tell you!"

Qi Tongwei knelt down in front of the tombstone and wept, making quite a commotion.

In my opinion, this setup seems a bit deliberate.

Gao Yuliang shook his head. "Inspector Ji, there are some things you can't say carelessly."

"You're not Qi Tongwei, how do you know what Qi Tongwei is thinking?"

Ji Changming was somewhat unconvinced. "Secretary Gao, some people said that Qi Tongwei's public weeping at the grave was a performance for us, especially for Governor Song?"

Some people who use Ueda Kunifu's name seem to think they have a lot of sense.

Upon hearing this, Song Yunhui remained calm and glanced in the direction of Qi Tongwei. "Prosecutor Ji, do not be prejudiced or jump to conclusions."

With the martyrs before us, our grief is of utmost importance. Whether it's genuine remembrance or a deliberate show, we'll know once we go there.

In our conduct and actions, we must avoid subjective assumptions and unfounded speculations. Without investigation, we have no right to speak.

Calm and composed, impartial and unbiased, fully demonstrating the uprightness of the department.

Gao Yuliang nodded slowly, echoing, "Governor Song is right. We can wait and see what's true and what's false before making a conclusion."

Gao Yuliang knew his student Qi Tongwei all too well; Qi Tongwei was both loyal and righteous, yet also calculating and self-serving. These two conflicting aspects made it difficult to discern the truth from the falsehood.

Zhou Tiejun raised his hand and said in a deep voice, "Let's go, let's go take a look. There's no room for any pretense or showmanship at the Martyrs' Cemetery."

And so, the four of them walked side by side, quickly heading over.

As they drew closer, Qi Tongwei's cries grew clearer, mournful and hoarse, with an extremely powerful impact.

Gao Yuliang spoke in a deep voice: "Director Qi, what are you doing?"

Upon hearing Gao Yuliang's voice, Qi Tongwei turned his head and realized the commotion behind him.

She hurriedly raised her hand to wipe away the tears and snot on her face, stood up awkwardly, quickly composed herself, and turned to stand still.

His eyes were still red and swollen, and his face was streaked with tears. He explained in a low voice, "Governor Song, Secretary Gao, Commander Zhou, and other leaders."

These unnamed steles have no names inscribed on them, only numbers.

They were all my brothers-in-arms from the front lines of drug trafficking back in the day.

During the crackdown on a major drug trafficking gang, several of them died heroically, while I, Qi Tongwei, survived by sheer luck.

For so many years, I have come to pay my respects every year.

Every time I stand before the tombstone, remembering the days of the anti-DPP campaign, I am overwhelmed with grief and cannot control my emotions.

Every word was sincere and every sentence was emotional, making it hard to believe it was all acting.

Zhou Tiejun stared at him for two seconds, a man who had spent his life in the military.

Having witnessed countless life-and-death separations, I understand best the deep bond between soldiers, police officers, and comrades-in-arms, and I also despise public displays of power and exploitation of martyrs.

He stepped forward half a step and said solemnly, "Director Qi, I understand how you feel."

Fighting side by side, brothers separated by life and death, grief is only natural, and this bond deserves our respect.

but!"

Zhou Tiejun then changed the subject, saying, "The iron will of the public security force and the courage of the military and police are never something that can be expressed through tears!"

Heroes shed blood but not tears; soldiers die for their country without complaint!