"I just know how to drink! Be careful and I'll have a stroke and lie in bed one day. I'll go to the square to dance with Old Man Deng, but don't cry under the quilt!"
Chen's mother came out of the kitchen and brought a large pot of pig's trotter soup. She placed it on the table near Chen Shu, where it was easy for him to scoop the soup. She then put it on Father Chen's head as a greeting.
Chen's father was extremely aggrieved: "Didn't you agree that I won't drink alcohol this week, but you asked my son and I to drink two more drinks today?"
Mother Chen put her hands on her hips and said vigorously: "Isn't your son not allowed to drink? He doesn't drink anymore. How can you still drink alone?"
Chen Shu watched his parents bickering, as if he was back when he was a child.
At that time, there were occasional quarrels at home. When Chen Shu was young, he thought it was his father bullying his mother. After all, his father was a man. So every time his parents quarreled, as long as he heard it, he would always say "Brother, come on."
"He rushed over and raised his fists to greet his father.
The two people who originally had a fierce quarrel were made dumbfounded by the stunned child, and the quarrel disappeared.
Later, when he grew older, Chen Shu truly discovered that his parents had a really good relationship. No matter what the reason for the quarrel was, and who was right and who was wrong, in the end it was his father who lowered his head and coaxed his mother.
According to what his father later said, his wife was ultimately his wife, just like Xiao Chen Shu, who was his most precious family member. He would also feel distressed when he was angry or uncomfortable.
At home, it's about family ties. When it comes to logic, it's all matters with outsiders.
The family ate for a long time in a playful atmosphere. After all, Chen's mother couldn't stand her husband and asked him to open a bottle of red wine and drink a lot.
"Chen Shu, my father is also ashamed. He has been busy doing business since he was a child, and he didn't pay much attention to your study and growth. Fortunately, you became sensible early and never let us worry about it."
"I haven't seen how much money you made and brought home..." Chen's mother joked while sitting on the edge.
Father Chen slapped the table, a little anxious, and said with a little bit of coquettishness: "Oh, please don't tear me down in front of your son. Over the past few decades, I have no merit, but I have worked hard."
But Chen Ma didn't care and put away the wine glass in front of him rudely: "If you can, can you pay off the mortgage for our son? If my son doesn't let us worry, it's because he is sensible! What does it have to do with you who is not at home every day?
relation?"
Father Chen didn't dare to stop him and muttered: "Why don't you get up early and go out in the dark to make money..."
Chen's mother asked Chen Shu: "I remember when I was in elementary school, I was still wondering why you never asked me to sign or anything, but later I found out that you signed directly on the textbooks and test papers yourself. Didn't your teacher have any objections?
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"It doesn't matter if you go out before dawn in the morning and fall asleep when you get home at night. I won't bother you if I can solve these problems." Chen Shu took a bite of cabbage. The taste was still the same as when he was a child.
Mother Chen stretched out her hand and patted Father Chen's hand that was secretly trying to take the wine glass. She covered her mouth as if recalling something funny and said: "Later, when your aunt came over to chat, she told me that you actually asked your brother to attend school."
parent meeting."
Chen Shu's cousins are only three years older than him. One dares to shout and the other dares to go. They are worthy of being cousins who have been playing together since childhood. Later, after the teacher pointed it out, in the following parent-teacher meeting, Chen Shu said:
His parents were on a business trip, visiting relatives, etc. It sounded like they were just making up excuses, but his grades had always been excellent, and the teacher didn't take it seriously.
Listening to his parents talking about his sniffing incidents when he was a child, Chen Shu touched his nose and still felt a little embarrassed.
Later in the conversation, Chen's mother knew her husband's thoughts and turned a blind eye and let him drink a bottle of red wine.
It was already getting late, and Chen Shu's mother had originally packed up a room where Chen Shu had been when he was a child so that he could sleep at home tonight, but an overtime call from the work unit made Chen Shu start packing his clothes and getting ready to leave.
Chen's mother was a little reluctant to leave, and Chen's father had something to say.
Perhaps because of the drunkenness, Chen's father gently put down his wine glass and nodded solemnly: "Chen Shu, you must know that we are the only son, and you still have to die for us. Do you understand?"
Parents, especially at their age, have to admit that their only son is actually the world to them. They are not stupid either. Chen Shu's several missions have caused uproar in the city, and it is impossible for them not to know.
Today, I really couldn't bear the worry in my heart, so I just spoke out.
Chen Shu silently stopped dressing, took out a cigarette from his arms, and handed one to Chen's father. At this time, he looked at his parents and finally realized that most of their hair had turned gray at some point.
The crow's feet beside my eyes began to creep up unconsciously.
Looking at the hopeful looks in their eyes, Chen Shu nodded heavily.
"I know, Dad, Mom."
...
At this time, in the conference room of Zhengming District Branch, during the second half of the daily office meeting chaired by Executive Deputy Director Zhang Xuming, Deputy Director Wang, the leader on duty of the Municipal Bureau today, appeared on the big screen in the conference room.
After briefly describing the relevant instructions from Committee D of the Municipal Bureau, he suddenly named Chen Shu from the Special Police Brigade and spoke highly of his rescue of people at the fire scene some time ago. Finally, he also vaguely mentioned what happened six months ago.
During the hostage-taking case at the old train station, he had a close relationship with Chen Shu, who was the on-site commander at the time and who single-handedly rescued the hostages.
The police officers attending the meeting were all surprised when they heard that the boss of the city bureau mentioned the people from their branch's SWAT team in a video conference in public. Normally, this kind of workplace support is done in secret.
Things also circulate among a very small number of necessary people, and both parties involved will be afraid that others will know their private relationship.
For an operation like Wang Bureau's public praise, either the relationship between the two is extremely hard, to the point where there is no concern; or Chen Shu's performance has been unanimously approved by the municipal bureau's D committee, so Wang Bureau said
Be so honest and understand.
As veterans in the workplace, they were used to looking down on the SWAT police. The shock that Wang Ju's actions brought to their hearts was beyond words.
They looked around, only to find that Chen Shu or the leader of the SWAT team was not here at all today.
After the meeting ended and the participants dispersed, Zhang Xuming called his liaison officer Xiao Li and asked him to arrange an itinerary with the people from the Publicity Department as soon as possible. He wanted to go to the Special Police Brigade to express condolences to the outstanding policeman Chen Shu on behalf of the D Committee of the branch.
...
At night, Zhengming Special Police Brigade is stationed in the office on the third floor.
After dinner with his parents, Chen Shu, who was notified at short notice to return to work to work overtime, stood alone in front of the bookcase next to his desk, carefully wiping a photo frame in his hand. Inside the photo frame was the photo that Zhang Yang got from some time ago.
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After a while, the mirror of the photo frame was extremely clean. Chen Shu just put the photo frame on the highest floor of the bookcase, and then moved his eyes to the two photo frames next to it.
A few years ago, at the Zhongshan Police Station, the leaders of the branch came to the unit to express their condolences. The proud instructor Zeng Hong would lead the leaders to take photos on the wall covered with banners.
In the past, he also liked that wall because it was the recognition given to him by the masses.
But now, he prefers these photos because they represent his youth, his choices, and his past.
It doesn't matter if others are definitely not sure. These things are all decided by him. He has no plans and does not need the approval of others. When I was a child, I read a series of novels called "Dragon" written by Koreans.
He forgot most of the content, but there was one sentence that he remembered for decades.
The path that follows your heart is the right path.
At this time, there was a "thump, thump, thump, thump" sound of footsteps running up the stairs outside the house, interrupting Chen Shu's memories. He felt calm, knowing that it was the leaders from the branch who had come to express condolences.
But then Yan Song's urgent cry rang out, but it was not what Chen Shu thought.
"Team Chen! Team Chen! Team Chen! Something happened! Something happened! An emergency alert was sent from the command center! Come over and take a look!"
"Okay! I'll be here right away! You go ahead and notify the duty team to prepare for dispatch! Remember, bring all the equipment!"
I don't know why, but after Chen Shu heard that the police were going to be dispatched, his heart was tense for a moment, but then he felt a little relaxed.
He glanced at the row of picture frames on the top floor of the bookcase, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, turned around and trotted away outside the house.
With a "bang", the door was slammed shut.
The office suddenly became quiet.
Except on the bookshelf on the highest floor, the photo frame was still shaking slightly and making a "clicking" sound due to the vibration of the door closing.
On top, in addition to the photo of Chen Shu lying under the old building holding the little boy while fighting the fire, there are two old photo frames next to it.
One is a newspaper with a time label of 2008, a black and white photo of the Dongzhou City Special Police Detachment rushing on the road, with a pile of ruins of city buildings in the background. Chen Shu, carrying the detachment's flag, stood at the front.
The extremely young face looked forward with a frown, and behind him were dozens of SWAT team members also wearing black training uniforms.
The other was in the carriage of a broken train. Several SWAT team members and fire officers and soldiers all raised their hands, carefully lifting a little girl who was lying on everyone's hands with her eyes closed. Chen Shu stood next to him.
On the hill-like wreckage, an abnormal right hand hangs, looking at the little girl with tenderness in his eyes.