Police Chen Shu

"You know how to drink! Be careful that one day you will have a stroke and lie on the bed. I will go to the square to dance with old man Deng. Don't cry under the quilt!"

Chen Ma, who came out of the kitchen, brought a large pot of pig's trotter soup and put it on the table where Chen Shu could easily scoop the soup, and greeted Father Chen's head.

Father Chen was extremely wronged: "Didn't it be agreed that I would not drink alcohol this week, and let my son and I drink two more glasses today?"

Chen's mother put her hips on her hips and said, "Isn't your son not allowed to drink? He stopped drinking, why are you still drinking alone?"

Chen Shu watched his parents bicker, as if he was back in childhood.

At that time, there were occasional quarrels at home. When Chen Shu was young, he thought that his father was bullying his mother. After all, his father was a man. So every time his parents quarreled, as long as he heard him, he would rush over and greet his father with the phrase "brother is here".

The two people who had been arguing fiercely before were dumbfounded by the child who was in a daze, and the quarrel disappeared.

Later, when he grew up, Chen Shu realized that the relationship between his parents was really good. No matter what the reason for the two people's quarrel is, who is right and who is wrong, in the end, the father bowed his head and coaxed the mother.

According to what my father later said, even his wife is his wife in the final analysis, just like Xiao Chen Shu, who is his most precious family member, and he will feel distressed when he is angry or uncomfortable.

At home, it's about love. To be fair, it's all about dealing with outsiders.

The family ate for a long time in a frolicking atmosphere, but Chen's mother couldn't get over her husband after all, so she made him open a bottle of red wine and drank a lot.

"Chen Shu, Dad is also ashamed. He was busy doing business since he was a child, and he didn't care much about your study and growth. Fortunately, you were sensible early and never let us worry about it."

"I didn't see how much money you made to take home." Mother Chen joked while sitting on the side.

As soon as Father Chen patted the table, he became a little anxious, and acted a little coquettishly: "Oh, don't tear me down in front of my son. Over the past few decades, I have no credit, but hard work."

Chen's mother didn't care, and put away the wine glass in front of him bluntly: "If you are capable, you have paid back the mortgage for our son? My son doesn't let us worry about it, because he is sensible! What do you have to do with you who are not at home every day?" relation?"

Father Chen didn't dare to stop him, and muttered: "Isn't that going out early in the morning and 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 anything, but later found out that you had signed the textbooks and test papers yourself. Did your teacher have any objections? "

"It doesn't matter that you go out before dawn in the morning, and sleep tired when you come home at night. I can solve these things and I won't bother you." Chen Shu took a bite of cabbage, and the taste was still the same as when he was a child.

Chen's mother reached out to pat Chen's father's hand that was sneakily trying to take the wine glass, as if recalling something funny, she covered her mouth 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 cousin is only three years older than him, one dares to call, the other dares to go, he is worthy of being a cousin who has been playing around since childhood. Later, after being pointed out by the teacher, in the following parent meeting, Chen Shu prevaricated with the excuse that his parents were on business trips, visiting relatives, etc., which he knew were made up. However, his grades were always excellent, and the teacher did not take it seriously.

Listening to his parents talking about his sniffing when he was a child, Chen Shu touched his nose, still a little embarrassed.

At the end of the chat, Chen's mother knew what her husband was thinking, and turned a blind eye to let him drink a bottle of red wine.

It was getting late, Chen's mother had already tidied up a room where Chen Shu was a child and let him sleep at home tonight, but an overtime call at work made Chen Shu start to pack his clothes and prepare to leave.

Chen's mother was a little bit reluctant, and Chen's father had something to say.

Maybe it was the strength of the wine, Father Chen put down his glass lightly, and nodded solemnly: "Chen Shu, you have to know that we are only your son, and you have to die for us. Do you understand?"

Parents, especially at their age, have to admit that their only son is actually their whole world. They weren't stupid either. Chen Shu's several missions had caused storms in the city, and it was impossible for them not to know.

I really couldn't bear the worry in my heart today, so I just said it.

Chen Shu silently stopped dressing, took out a cigarette from his arms, and handed one to Father Chen. Looking at my parents at this time, I finally found that the hair of the two of them had turned white at some point, and the crow's feet around the eyes had crept up unconsciously.

Looking at the hopeful eyes of the two, Chen Shu nodded heavily.

"Understood, Dad, Mom."

At this time, in the conference room of the Zhengming District Bureau, in the second half of the daily office meeting chaired by the executive deputy director Zhang Xuming, Deputy Director Wang, the leader on duty of the Municipal Bureau today, cut into the big screen in the conference room.

After briefly stating the relevant instruction documents of the Municipal Bureau D Committee, he suddenly named Chen Shu from the special police brigade, and spoke highly of his rescue work in the fire scene some time ago. In the end, there is also a hint of his love for Chen Shu, who was the on-site commander and rescued the hostages by himself when the hostage-taking case happened at the old train station half a year ago.

The police officers at the sub-bureau were all surprised to hear that the boss of the city bureau had mentioned the members of the special police brigade of their sub-bureau in public in a video conference. Normally, this kind of workplace support is carried out secretly, and the matter flows among the very few necessary people. Both parties will be afraid that others will know their private relationship.

Public praise like Wang Ju's operation, either because the relationship between the two is extremely hard, so hard that it has no worries; or because Chen Shu's achievements have been unanimously approved by the D Committee of the Municipal Bureau, that's why Wang Ju said To be so frank and clear.

As veterans in the workplace, they are used to despising the special police. The shock that Wang Ju's actions brought to their hearts cannot be described in words.

They looked around, but found that Chen Shu, or the leader of the special police brigade 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 in the Propaganda Section as soon as possible.

In the evening, Zhengming Special Police Brigade station, office on the third floor.

After dinner with his parents, Chen Shu, who was temporarily notified to return 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 digital photo version of the painting that Zhang Yang got from somewhere and sent to the hospital ward some time ago.

After a while, the mirror surface of the photo frame was extremely clean. Chen Shu just put the photo frame on the top floor of the bookcase, and then his eyes moved to the two photo frames next to him.

A few years ago at the Zhongshan Police Station, the leaders of the sub-bureau came to the unit to give them condolences. The proud instructor Zeng Hong will lead the leaders to take pictures on the wall covered with pennants.

In the past, he also liked that wall very much, because it was the affirmation given to him by the masses.

But now, he prefers these photos because they represent his youth, his choice, and his past.

It doesn't matter if others are sure or not. These things are all decided by him, and he doesn't plan, and he doesn't need others' confirmation. When I was a child, I read a series of novels called "Dragon Race" written by a Korean. He forgot most of the content in it, but there was one sentence that he remembered for decades.

The way you follow your heart is the right way.

At this time, there was a sound of heavy footsteps running up the stairs outside the house, interrupting Chen Shu's memories. He felt calm, knowing that the leaders of the sub-bureau who came to express condolences should have arrived.

But then Yan Song's eager cry sounded, but it was not quite what Chen Shu thought.

"Team Chen! Team Chen! Team Chen! Something has happened! Something has happened! The command center has sent an emergency message! Come over and have a look!"

"Okay! I'll be here right away! You go to inform the duty team to prepare for the police! Remember, bring all the equipment!"

For some reason, when Chen Shu heard that the police were going to be dispatched, his heart was tense for a moment, but then he relaxed a little.

He glanced at the row of photo frames on the top shelf of the bookcase, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, he turned around and strode away towards the outside of the house.

With a "bang", the door was slammed shut.

The office suddenly fell silent.

Except on the bookshelf on the highest floor, the photo frame was still slightly shaking and making a "click" sound due to the vibration of closing the door.

On the top, apart from the photo of Chen Shu lying on the bottom of the old building holding the little boy when he was fighting the fire, there were two old photo frames next to it.

One is a newspaper printed with a time stamp in 2008, and a black-and-white photo of the Dongzhou Special Police Detachment running on the road, with a pile of ruins of urban buildings in the background. Chen Shu, carrying the flag of the detachment, stood at the front, his extremely young face frowning and looking forward, behind him were dozens of SWAT members also wearing black training uniforms.

The other is in a broken train carriage, several SWAT members and fire officers and soldiers all raised their hands, carefully lifting a little girl lying on everyone's hands with her eyes closed. Chen Shu stood on the pile of wreckage next to him, with an abnormal right hand hanging down, looking at the little girl, his eyes were full of tenderness.