The day of the memorial service.
Many people from Harmony Town came.
Among them were quite a few elderly gentlemen.
Young Liang Zheng was truly a good man!
Upon hearing about the incident, many of the old men didn't hesitate to say, "I must go and see him off."
They still remembered Liang Zheng patrolling the streets on his motorcycle, greeting them.
When he wasn't on duty, that young man would bring his wife to watch them play chess.
Sometimes, he would even join them for a few games.
If anyone had trouble walking, he would immediately squat down and offer to carry them.
He was a good kid.
But
How could he have left before us old folks?
The grandpas mumbled as they handed over the white flowers in their hands.
Besides the people from Harmony Town, many others came spontaneously to bid farewell.
Some offered a white flower.
Others presented white paper cranes they had folded.
Liang Lei stood beside his mother, looking at the small expanse of white flowers, the strings of white paper cranes.
And
The people who came to see his father off.
He began to understand his father's words a little.
This was his father's second death, a social death.
And his father's third death would depend on how long people remembered him.
I'm sorry, boohoo, I'm sorry Uncle Liang Zheng.
We'll never go near the river again, boohoo.
The two rescued children knelt at the mourning hall, their eyes red from crying.
Perhaps for this brother and sister, it was just a desire to go out and play, or perhaps to have an adventure.
Faced with them, Liang Lei had been angry, had disliked them.
But he also realized that these emotions were meaningless.
These two must not only live, but live well.
This, in turn, would be a continuation of his father's life.
To not forget, to not fail.
This was the best repentance and repayment.
Facing those who came to see him off, Liang Lei straightened his back.
Just like his father, head held high, chest out.
Standing like a pine, sitting like a bell.
Growth, sometimes, only took one night.
A moment.
The video from the live stream was quickly spread by viewers.
Countless people saw Liang Zheng.
They saw him rush out without hesitation, saw him save the two children.
They saw him, knowing there would be trouble, not hesitate at all.
They also saw him lying there, cold and still.
And they saw the two figures, one big and one small, rushing over.
Many left comments below:
Hero, rest in peace!
I'm crying, why do they say it every year, yet some people still insist on swimming and bathing in the river!
I really hope parents will control their children! Their momentary playfulness can cost someone their life!
Among them, one comment received tens of thousands of likes:
Perhaps for him, facing death was not frightening, but frightening was escaping death and not helping someone in need. (Tribute)
It was summer vacation, which family didn't have one or two children?
Especially those who were usually mischievous, jumping around like monkeys.
Seeing this video, many parents felt a chill run down their spines.
Such a good person, gone just like that.
And thinking that one day, their own child might be the one falling into the water.
They felt a shiver all over.
Many children who were about to go out were immediately pulled back by their adults.
Play what! You're not going anywhere today! I'm going to talk to you properly!
And those viewers who had watched the live stream, whether male or female, old or young,
Began to warn those around them.
It's okay to go out and play, but you must be aware of safety.
Don't go to dangerous places anymore!
Because they couldn't afford to lose another Liang Zheng!
Those who could draw or edit immediately got to work.
They created a chibi version of the conversation between Liang Zheng and Jiang Lin.
I'm just working according to my own ideas.
I'm just doing my job.
This was a conversation between an underworld ghost messenger and a human police officer.
They were not different, both just doing their jobs.
But, it was unforgettable, and it made people's eyes well up with tears.
Ordinary, yet great.
We hope there will be times when we can help you in the future.
If you really want to help, if you want to thank me, cherish life more and retain a bit of conscience.
The human world and the underworld, perhaps, were one.
We hope everyone cherishes life and retains a trace of kindness.
When they see someone needing help, they can extend a hand.
The image of Liang Zheng saluting his teammates in mid-air was also made into a chibi version.
The playback quickly reached tens of millions.
The phrase "Serve the people" struck a chord with countless people, bringing tears to their eyes.
Sacrifice for saving lives, dedication, cherishing life, and prohibiting children from going to the river repeatedly trended.
Many media outlets also reposted.
In this era of big data, positive influences were needed to shape correct thinking in children.
The police were the first to notice these subtle changes.
Police officers on duty constantly observed the people around them.
Suddenly, an adult led a child who had just learned to walk past.
The child let go of the adult's hand and stood wobbling.
Then, he saluted the police officer on duty.
This action almost struck the police officer's heart.
He stood up straight, placed one hand at eyebrow level, and returned a standard salute with seriousness.
He felt all his fatigue vanish at that moment.
These human cubs were the future of humanity.
And he saw the future of humanity in them.
A group of police officers, just returning from a call, stopped their car.
They saw a child, about eleven or twelve years old, carrying a bag of large watermelons, quietly approaching the police station entrance.
Then, taking advantage of no one being around, they quickly hung the bag of watermelons on the handle of the glass sliding door.
Afterward, they ran off without looking back.
The group of big men sitting in the police car saw this, their faces a mixture of amusement and exasperation.
But their hearts suddenly softened.
These were the people they protected.
They were quite cute.
This world was undergoing subtle, beautiful changes.
In the live stream.
After temporarily placing Liang Zheng into the soul-storage bag, Jiang Lin moved to another location.
This was the second piece of information on his work log.
The viewers in the live stream, following the camera, arrived at a messy room.
The room contained only a desk and a large bed.
Socks and clothes were scattered everywhere.
Several empty takeout boxes were placed on the floor.
Under the clear camera view of the live stream, they could even see flies hovering over the takeout boxes.
Among them, some viewers had already started creating content.
Those who could draw were drawing, those who could edit videos were editing videos.
The remaining viewers were still immersed in the matter of Liang Zheng and hadn't recovered.
Upon seeing this dog-kennel-like room, they gasped.
Damn! Why is this room exactly like mine!
Socks and takeout boxes are the reality of life.
The scene was too real, and many viewers had already projected themselves into it.