The Creator of the Second Dimension

　　 Hearing these words, Han Qingwen was in a daze.

　　 He has poor grades, and he is often told by his parents that if something happens, the family will feel that it is Han Qingwen's fault. In their eyes, he seems to be this ineffective son.

　　 Han Qingwen doesn't like his family and feels like he was picked up. They don't care about themselves at all. Just like today, his parents didn't even say a happy birthday to him.

The story goes on, just when people felt that this gangster was the cause of the fire, an investigation report was passed to the Forensic Medicine Research Center. It turned out that the cause of the fire was not deliberate arson, but the old patch panel. This person who looked like a gangster was also one of the victims.

During the investigation, Dr. Qin from the research center found that the rope strangulation on the deceased was not caused by binding and restraint, but by a binding method used by firefighters to drag the unconscious at the scene of the fire. It turned out that the deceased was not To be revenge, but to try to rescue those unconscious people in the fire.

　　 The picture returned to the bungalow filled with rubbish. Director Shen took the intern Xiao Xiao to visit again. Halfway through the game, the director's phone rang and Xiao Xiao replaced chess. He played chess with superb skills and soon won the old man.

Director Shen learned on the phone that the survivors woke up, and she told everyone that the gangster who had died often appeared in that building. He had a very good relationship with all the stores, and the survivors remained in their homes. There are many photos taken by him and the other nine deceased. They are very friendly photos.

　　 All the truth is revealed.

　　At the Forensic Medicine Research Center, the doctors invited the parents of the deceased, and Xiao Xiao explained the whole incident to them.

"Mr. Chen Shanquan often came to the building where the fire broke out and had a good relationship with the shopkeepers. After the fire broke out, he tied the surviving lady with a rope using the firefighter's method of saving people, and rescued her from the building. Then he went in again in order to save other people, but never came out again. The scars on his body that were suspected of being beaten were all left from the fire rescue process."

　　 took out the photos taken by Chen Shanquan and others, Xiao Xiao continued.

"According to the surviving lady, Chen Shanquan often said that he had been in jail before, committed a crime, and had no face to go home again, but he met other people who opened the shop here, and would come here every Chinese New Year and holidays. Everyone spends time together, this is his home...that's why he chose to rush back and help other people. He had a chance to escape."

　　 In the photo, Chen Shanquan took a group photo with men, women and children. He was originally fierce, and even the smile he squeezed out didn't look so good, but even so, he smiled sincerely.

The screen switch is a scene where Chen Shanquan tried his best to move other people who were unconscious due to the smoke. He was burned, hit by the explosion fragments, and hit his back by the collapsed building. Even so, he still Working hard to help others.

"He has deep scars drawn out by the rope. This is because he wanted to take people to escape at first, but found that the exit was blocked by flames. He could only walk up with other people on his back again and again. The reason why most of the corpses were found on the fourth floor, Chen Shanquan, Mr. Chen Shanquan, he waited for rescue until the last moment and firmly believed that everyone could be saved."

　　 With the commentary and background music, Han Qingwen had already forgotten that he was watching an animation. He could only stare at the screen in a daze and couldn't say a word.

"According to the woman who was rescued, these small shopkeepers would gather together for dinner during the Chinese New Year. Mr. Chen Shanquan often expressed emotion. I don’t know what my parents are doing now. Have you eaten New Year’s Eve dinner? I really want to eat at home. Rice."

　　 Xiaoxiao's voice trembled slightly, and he narrated as calmly as possible.

　　 "In fact, he always wanted to go home."

　　 "Then come back...every year, we are waiting for him to come back."

　　 Mother collapsed first, she couldn't make a sound of tears and talked with tears.

　　 And father, he did not shed tears, but silently picked up a picture of his son.

　　 "I used to be a fireman...I taught him this way of saving people."

　　 His voice was forbearing and emotional, his father said, looking at his son's smile in the photo.

　　 "So you always remember it."

　　The background music reached a climax here. Han Qingwen didn't know when he was already in tears. He took a piece of paper and tried to wipe the tears, but found that the tears were getting more and more, and he couldn't contain it at all.

　　 The story is not over yet. Chen Shanquan’s body was sent away. Intern Xiao Xiao found his father. Faced with his father’s questioning, he changed his cowardice before and said instead.

"Although I am still an immature person, at the Forensic Medicine Research Center, I have learned that forensic medicine is not a futile remedy, but a discipline that exists for the sake of people. The existence of forensic medicine is for people who are still alive. Right, for the last words of people who have passed away."

　　 Xiaoxiao's father didn't say anything, but left silently with a complex expression.

　　 He returned to the research institute, and while cleaning the warehouse, he found that the ashes of the wife of the grandfather in the garbage room had disappeared somehow.

　　 The picture came to the trash room, and the old man with rags had a ceramic box on his desk. He opened it, looked inside, understated it, and sighed as if it were a great deal of weight.

　　 "You have become smaller..."

　　The background music stopped abruptly at this moment.

　　 A song floated out.

　　 If all of this is a dream, how good would it be that you can still be found in your dreams.

　　 is like returning home to retrieve the forgotten things and clean up the dusty memories.

　　 Happiness is irretrievable, you told me last. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Those gloomy past that have not been mentioned to others, without you, they will always sleep in the dark.

　　 The female voice, pure as glass, is clear and flawless, and the melody is clear and sweet, like a song from the long past.

　　 Han Qingwen was infected by the singing, tears fell down, and the paper on the table was used up, but he couldn't stop his tears at all.

　　 At this moment, the door of the house was opened.

　　 Han Qingwen, with dim eyes of tears, saw his father come back with his mother. His mother was holding a big birthday cake, and his father was holding a box of assembled models that Han Qingwen wanted for a long time.

　　 "Qingwen, what's wrong?"

　　 Mother found her son sobbing on the sofa in the living room, immediately put down the cake, came to Han Qingwen's side, patted his back lightly, and asked caringly.

　　 "Sorry, we wanted to surprise you, but we didn't expect..."

　　 The poor-spoken father looked at Han Qingwen and thought it was because of himself.

　　 "I thought, I thought you forgot..."

　　 Han Qingwen said in tears, I don't know why, it should have been a happy moment, but his tears were more than before.

　　 "Silly boy, how could we forget."

　　 Mother comforted her, her voice was soft, like the lullaby she sang when she was a child.

　　 "Qingwen, happy birthday."

　　 The voices of the parents sounded in my ears at the same time. In the background, the singing of "Lemon" continued.

　　 Even the sorrow of that day, and even the pain of that day, together with the love of you, turned into the bitter lemon aroma deeply imprinted in my heart, and I couldn't return before the rain passed and the sky cleared.

　　To this day, you are still my light.