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"Forging official documents of state organs is a criminal offense."

Captain Sun's tone was as calm as if he were stating a traffic rule.

"You have to come with us."

The young police officer put away his phone and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from behind his waist.

Fang Zhiyuan lowered his head as he was pulled up from the sofa and his hands were handcuffed in front of him.

He wanted to turn around and look at Zhang Rongshan, but his neck froze halfway through the turn, and then Captain Sun pressed his shoulder and dragged him out the door.

His leather shoes tripped on the threshold, causing him to lean forward. Captain Sun grabbed his arm to prevent him from falling.

He staggered downstairs with the two policemen and never looked back.

Zhang Rongshan stood on the balcony, watching the police car with its red and blue lights flashing drive out of the community gate.

As Fang Zhiyuan was shoved into the back seat, the police lights on the roof of the car spun twice, their red and blue lights flashing alternately across his pale face.

The police car turned the corner, its lights flashing twice on the pavement before disappearing.

He placed the cigarette, which he had squeezed out of shape, on the windowsill, remained silent for a long time, then turned around and said in a very low voice:

"If he had used these thoughts for good, he wouldn't have ended up like this."

A few days later, a demolition notice was posted on the community bulletin board.

The format, wording, and official seal of the announcement were somewhat similar to the one forged by Fang Zhiyuan, but the scope of the demolition was completely opposite.

Their neighborhood was prominently listed.

Neighbors gathered in front of the bulletin board. Some stood on tiptoe to read the terms of the notice, some took out their phones to take pictures and send them to the family group chat, and some called their children who lived in other places on the spot.

Aunt Li squeezed to the front of the crowd, wearing her reading glasses, and read the announcement word for word twice. Then she turned around, her voice bright and excited:

"Old Zhang's family! Where are you? I have to tell you, everything your kid said was right!"

That grandson of the Fang family tried to fool people with fake documents, but now the real announcement has been posted, it's more real than anything else!

News of Fang Zhiyuan also spread.

Forging official documents of state organs is a criminal offense. On the same day the announcement was released, the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau issued an internal notice that Fang Zhiyuan had been dismissed from public office.

Some say that the police have also uncovered his fake notary office, and what awaits him is far more than just being fired.

It is said that Liu Xiuzhi made a scene at the entrance of the Housing and Construction Bureau for a whole day. After being taken away by security guards, she sat on the steps and cried for a long time, but the glass door was never opened for her again.

After the demolition notice was posted, the neighborhood was bustling with activity for several days.

Some were organizing groups to inquire about demolition compensation standards, while others were busy looking at new housing developments everywhere.

Zhang Rongshan and Liu Guilan were rarely home either. With the shop renovation in progress and the demolition work, the two of them wished they could stretch a day into forty-eight hours.

Zhang Yifan wasn't affected much. Every morning he would do a set of science practice problems, in the afternoon he would memorize English essays, and in the evening he would review and fill in any gaps in his knowledge. His life was unusually regular.

Everything is moving in a positive direction.

That afternoon, a familiar wailing sound came from the hallway.

"I can't live like this anymore! Your whole family sent my son to prison, and now you're just sitting here waiting to get your share of the money. Is there no justice in this world?!"

Zhang Yifan put down his pen and rubbed his temples.

He knew that voice all too well.

He pulled back the curtains and looked down. Liu Xiuzhi was standing at the entrance of the apartment building, holding Fang Jiahao with one hand and pointing at the window of the Zhang family upstairs with the other, crying her heart out.

Fang Jiahao's face turned bright red as she grabbed his arm.

Whether he was frightened by his grandmother's display of force or hurt by her grip, he opened and closed his mouth as if to cry, but his cries were completely drowned out by his grandmother's howls.

Neighbors came out of the building in twos and threes. Some leaned against the building entrance with their arms crossed, while others leaned out of the windows to look down.

Zhang Rongshan and Liu Guilan were not at home; they had gone to the shop.

Zhang Yifan put down his pen, put on his slippers, pushed open the door, and went out.

As soon as Liu Xiuzhi saw Zhang Yifan come out of the building entrance, she wailed even louder, her finger trembling as she pointed at him, then turned to the surrounding neighbors and cried out:

"It's this guy! He's the one who called the police! He got my son locked up, and that's why my daughter-in-law ran away!"

Jiahao is only three years old. Such a young child, and he has no mother!

Look at this child, what will become of him?

His dad is inside, and his mom doesn't want him anymore. What will happen to him?

Fang Jiahao stumbled forward as his grandmother pulled him along, and finally burst into tears.

The chubby little hand wiped away tears haphazardly, mumbling "Mommy" under his breath.

Among the onlookers were a few who were unaware of what was going on. Seeing the child crying like that, they couldn't help but frown, and someone muttered to themselves, "This child is really pitiful."

Aunt Li was also in the crowd, but she didn't speak. She just looked at Liu Xiuzhi and sneered.

Seeing that someone had taken pity on her, Liu Xiuzhi became even more enthusiastic.

She plopped down on the ground, pulled Fang Jiahao into her arms, and burst into tears, looking up at the sky.

"I'm over sixty years old. My son is in jail, my daughter-in-law ran away, and my grandson will be talked about behind his back when he goes to school!"

"Your family is waiting to get rich from the demolition compensation, while our family is destined to be ruined? What kind of logic is that!"

"Grandma."

Zhang Yifan stood in front of her, looking down at her, his voice not loud.

"Let me correct you, your son put himself in there."

He made that forged document himself; I didn't do it for him, nor did I force him to do it.

When he came to my door with fake documents to swindle me out of my house, did he ever think about what would happen to my family of three if we lost our house?

If you want to cry for your son, go cry in front of the Housing and Construction Bureau, or in front of the police station.

"You're crying in the wrong place, right in front of my house."

Liu Xiuzhi was momentarily speechless at his cold tone. She stared blankly for two seconds with her mouth agape, then suddenly slapped her thigh as if about to wail again.

But before she could speak, Zhang Yifan spoke again.

"You said your daughter-in-law ran away. Why did your daughter-in-law run away?"

Is it because your son cheated your relatives out of their house? Not entirely.

It's because your whole family ripped off others to death, and then you thought you were right.

She doesn't not want children; she doesn't want you.

You still don't think you did anything wrong, and you even brought your grandson to my doorstep to put on a show. Do you think she'll come back if she sees you like this?

"You, you little brat who hasn't even grown a full beard yet, what right do you have to lecture me!"

"Because I'm one of the owners of this house, because your son is trying to swindle me out of my family's house," Zhang Yifan said, looking into her eyes. "Because not a single word of truth has come out of your mouth."

Aunt Li was the first to stand up.

She took two steps forward from the crowd, crossed her arms, looked down at Liu Xiuzhi sitting on the ground, and a hint of undisguised mockery played on her lips:

"Hey old lady, last time you lay on the living room floor pretending to have a heart attack, and this time you're at the entrance of the building crying, making a scene, and threatening to hang yourself. Aren't you tired of this act?"

Everyone knows what kind of mess your family has made. Now that your son has been sentenced, you're here causing trouble? Why didn't you stop your son when he broke the law?

Another neighbor chimed in, "Exactly! Last time I almost got intimidated by her; I felt sorry for the old lady. Your son, a mere clerk in the Housing and Construction Bureau, knowingly breaks the law and still has the nerve to cause trouble?"

"What do you know!"

Liu Xiuzhi turned her head and yelled at the person who spoke, spitting a long way.

"My son was forced into this situation! If they hadn't refused to sell the house, would he have ended up like this? They forced him into it!"

"Who forced him?"

An elderly man living on the first floor walked out of the building entrance, his tone unhurried, but every word carried a heavy weight.

"If someone isn't selling their house, can he just forge documents to scam them?"

If someone doesn't help you, do you think you can lie on the ground and extort money?

Your son has reached this point because you spoiled him.

From childhood to adulthood, have you ever taught him what the word "no" means?

You taught him that it's their right not to agree to your requests, and you can't change their mind by throwing a tantrum.

He hasn't learned it because you, as his mother, have never taught him.

He's inside now, and you're still outside protesting his innocence.

The more you shout like that, the less he understands what's wrong with his pronunciation.

Liu Xiuzhi was so speechless by these words that her face turned pale.

Her mouth opened and closed, wanting to refute but unable to utter a single word, because every word the old man said was like a nail driven into her heart, impossible to pull out or push back.

She looked at the old man, then at the cold-faced neighbors around her, and realized that no one was showing her any sympathy anymore.

Those who had been frowning because the child was crying just moments before were now silent.

She sat alone on the ground, unconsciously loosening her grip on Fang Jiahao's arm.

Fang Jiahao wriggled out of her arms and stood to the side, rubbing his eyes with his little hands. He looked at his grandmother on the ground, then at the expressionless adults around him, his lips trembling, but he didn't dare to cry out loud.

He didn't know what had happened, but he knew that every time his grandmother brought him to these places, it always ended up like this.

No one helped them, no one poured water for Grandma, and everyone was talking badly about her.

"Making a scene here won't do you any good."

Zhang Yifan looked at her, his voice finally less cold, but still calm.

"If you really care about Jiahao, then stop taking him around and making a fool of yourself."

He'll figure out why his dad went to prison and why his mom left when he grows up.

Everything you do now will be brought up again in the future and written down by your classmates, in your parents' group chat, and in your teachers' ears.

If you want him to be pointed at and talked about at school, then keep making a scene.

These words were like a needle, precisely piercing Liu Xiuzhi's most feared spot.

Her wailing finally stopped; her mouth was still open, but no more sound could be squeezed out of her throat.

She sat on the ground, looking up at Zhang Yifan, then down at Fang Jiahao beside her.

Fang Jiahao was looking at her timidly, with tears still clinging to his eyelashes and his lips pressed tightly together.

She stopped howling and cursing, and just sat on the ground.

No one pulled her or helped her up.

She slowly got up from the ground, supporting herself on the edge of the flower bed with one hand and pulling Fang Jiahao with the other. Her movements were slow, and she had to bend her knees several times before she could straighten up. She was covered in dust from head to toe.

She didn't look back at Zhang Yifan again, but instead lowered her head, gripped Fang Jiahao's small hand tightly, and pulled him towards the entrance of the residential area.

Fang Jiahao was being dragged along by her, and he had to jog to keep up with her pace. When they reached the entrance of the residential area, he looked back and was then pulled out of the gate by his grandmother.

Aunt Li watched the old man and the child disappear into the gate of the residential area, sighed, walked over to Zhang Yifan, and patted him on the shoulder.

Zhang Yifan didn't say anything, turned around and went upstairs.

Back in his room, he picked up his pen again, opened the test paper, and the pen tip landed on the answer sheet, his hand still very steady.

Later, I heard that Liu Xiuzhi took her grandson back to the countryside and never appeared in the city again.