Plum Blossoms in the South of the City

The scorching sun in southern Fujian is scorching the southern district of the city, but the bougainvillea on the outer wall of the courthouse is becoming increasingly red and dazzling. There is no shortage of stories in this land, and today, two young people with their own stories are walking towards the building with the national emblem at the same time. Chen Mo stood on the street corner, holding the transfer order tightly in his hand. He never thought that the distance between ideal and reality was only separated by a door full of flowers. Inside the door was the solemn court he imagined, but from the executive bureau building on the right, the noise of people in the market could be heard. At the same time, three kilometers away, Zheng Rui was checking the last list of cases. His car window reflected the rapidly receding arcade streets, in stark contrast to the orderly electronic files on his phone. The two have never met, but they are about to become colleagues fighting side by side. The executive bureau's electric fan turned in vain, stirring up the humid air. Sister Lin had just finished comforting an excited client, then turned around and answered the ringing phone again. Lao Li looked up from behind the pile of files and glanced at the clock on the wall - new power was about to be injected, and the stories of Chengnan District never waited for anyone. Here, legal documents will be stained with the salty and humid atmosphere of the sea breeze, and legal provisions will be entangled with the fireworks of the world. Young judges will learn that justice must not only be written on paper, but also need to be walked on muddy ground. The bougainvillea blooms year after year, witnessing the coming and going of lawyers. And today, it will witness the beginning of a new story.