Reason is still chaotic

Shen Jiali arrived home at one or two o'clock in the morning.

When he walked into the bedroom, Shen Zichun was curled up in the bed, sleeping soundly and warmly.He took off his clothes on his own like a lonely ghost, and then lay trembling on the bed, without a quilt, straight on his back.Shen Zichun was startled, and opened his eyes in a daze in the dim light. Seeing that he was back, he naturally lifted the quilt to cover him, and stretched out his arms to hug his cold body, calling out in a dream. One voice: "Hmm... third uncle."

Shen Jiali closed his eyes without a word, then raised his hand to turn off the bedside wall lamp.The warm bedding and Shen Zichun's clean youthful breath calmed him down slightly; in comparison, the scene just now seemed unreal, like a nightmare.

Shen Jiali didn't dare to look back on the past, and could only vaguely want to fall asleep, escaping from reality for a moment.Shen Zichun arched his face against his pillow, and his breath softly brushed against his ears and cheeks; it was so cute and beautiful that it almost made him cry.

"With a knife on Sezi's head, I'm doomed this time!" He thought bitterly in his heart, "I just wanted to find a man to entertain me. There are so many men in the world, why did I fall in love with Duan Zhicheng at that time?" gone?"

Shen Jiali seemed to have fallen into a sea of ​​misery, and stayed upside down until dawn, only feeling sore all over, his head was dizzy, and his energy was worse than at night.After Shen Zichun got dressed and got up, he moved inside, wrapped in a big quilt, and continued to doze off with his eyes closed.It was rare for Shen Zichun to see him lying on the bed, so he couldn't help feeling concerned, and reached out to touch his forehead: "Hey, third uncle, did you freeze at night? You have a fever!"

Shen Jiali waved his hand weakly: "Don't disturb me, I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

Shen Zichun withdrew his hand, but refused to leave immediately.Sitting down on the edge of the bed softly, he tilted his head and stared at Shen Jiali's face, seeing that his complexion was pale, but his lips were very bright red, which was exactly a bright and sickly appearance.

Cautiously bending down, he turned his face to the side and pillowed it on Shen Jiali's chest, feeling the heartbeat of Shen Jiali through a layer of quilt.

The heartbeat was shallow and abnormally fast.Shen Zichun felt that Third Uncle was really ill, maybe it was because of the cold wind at night, and he got the cold air.This made him feel pity and love, and found that the third uncle actually had a weak side.

Shen Zichun found aspirin and fed it to Shen Jiali.

Shen Jiali took the medicine, and hid in the corner of the big bed to sleep like a cat or dog.At noon, the phone at home rang loudly, but it was Secretary Hu from the bureau who called, saying that Mr. Xi had come, and was very dissatisfied to see that the bureau was not there, and was waiting in the office.

Shen Jiali was sleeping soundly, although he also struggled to get up to answer the phone, but his mind was numb, and he could only agree with oh.After hanging up the phone, he stood there in a daze for a moment, then went to wash and change without saying anything.

He was not hungry, so he went out after drinking a small bowl of rice porridge.As soon as the time entered December, the world suddenly turned into a cold winter scene; he shrugged his shoulders and hunched his back in the cold wind, and got into the car with his head down.There is no charcoal burning box installed at the rear of the car, so the inside of the car is as cold as a refrigerator.He gritted his teeth against the cold, but he didn't feel any hardship, because Xigong was "waiting".

He didn't worship and be loyal to Duan Muren, he was just afraid of Duan Muren.I don't know why I'm so afraid, Duan Muren obviously didn't get mad at him.The car drove silently through the snow-covered street, and he turned his face to look out the window, feeling as if he was going to die generously, tragic and desolate; at the same time, he knew that the relationship between himself and Duan Zhicheng was over.

After going around for two years, he was finally alone.

Like stepping onto the guillotine, he opened the door and entered his office.

Duan Muren Taishan generally took his place, frowning at him from behind the desk: "Why did you come here?"

Shen Jiali didn't dare to look him in the face, and while closing the door casually, he replied flatly: "I have a headache today, so I just stayed at home for a long time."

As soon as this remark came out, he immediately heard Duan Muren let out a chuckle of "chi" - it was too light, almost breathless, but the meaning was infinite.

His headache, of course, has a reason.As for what the reason was, the two people present were well aware of it.The blood suddenly rushed to Shen Jiali's head and face. He has lived for 30 years, and he has never been so embarrassed and ashamed.

Forced to calm down, he took off his hat and gloves as if nothing had happened, and then took off his outer coat and hung it on the coat rack behind the door; with a little tear in his eyes, he walked to the writing desk, and sat on a hardwood chair with a crooked body, as if He asked with a smile, "I'm so sorry for making uncle wait here for a long time. Does uncle have any instructions?"

Duan Muren looked at his expression with great interest, and saw that he was red-faced, red-faced, calm-minded, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were shining, and his eyes were unfocused, looking at the ground scatteredly.

Clearing his throat vigorously, he asked in a deep voice, "Do you know that the general from the South is coming to Peiping?"

Shen Jiali lowered his eyes and shook his head facing the ground: "Is there such a thing? I haven't been notified yet."

Duan Muren ignored his reply, and continued on his own: "Security work, of course, must be carried out in advance. Especially around the train station, don't let any suspicious elements go. When necessary, you can block off the area and search each person one by one. Anyone who does not cooperate will be shot on the spot! Killing one as an example to others will not work without any means!"

Shen Jiali nodded blankly: "Oh...yes, I'll send the patrols down right now, uncle is right..."

Duan Muren saw his restless sleepwalking virtue, he couldn't help standing up, walked around the large writing desk with his hands behind his back, and walked slowly in front of him.

He was born tall and strong, although his face was similar to Duan Zhicheng's, but it was born from his heart, so there was always a hint of fierceness lingering between his brows and eyes.Patting a big hand firmly on Shen Jiali's shoulder, he laughed in a low voice, "Jiali, don't be so sluggish, cheer up. Zhicheng was trained by me all night, and I will drive back to Tianjin this morning." At that time, you were still alive and kicking; and you—" He smiled maliciously: "You didn't do anything strenuous last night, so why do you have a headache today?"

Shen Jiali slumped on the chair, his face was on fire, and he didn't say a word.

Duan Muren folded his fingers together and pinched his shoulder again: "However, Jiali, although Zhicheng has no prospects, his family has always been very harmonious; since you are on good terms with him, you should always consider him. I see you two People, don't see each other more in the future. Let's separate for a while, and break this relationship as soon as possible, can it be done?"

Shen Jiali lowered his head in despair, and replied softly: "Yes."

Duan Muren sneered again, and took his hand back.

After Duan Muren left, Shen Jiali sat back in his seat.

He trembled a little, and tremblingly reached out to find a cigarette in the drawer.He picked one up and lit it, and he took a few deep breaths in succession before his mood gradually stabilized.

He sensed Duan Muren's contempt and ridicule towards him - of course, Duan Muren did not say explicit words, but his tone and attitude were indeed different from before.Duan Muren is not a glib person, he has always had a gloomy and resolute expression, and would scold him if he couldn't agree on a word; but today——it's really different.

A little light from the cigarette butt warmed his stiff fingers.He smoked one cigarette after another, and it took him a long time to calm down.

"Otherwise, I'll quit my job?" He suddenly had this idea: "I'll go back to Tianjin and never show up again. Is that okay?"

Then he shook his head to himself again—money and power are really more attractive than opium.He has already become the chief of police with a lot of power, how can he endure the dull and boring life in the apartment?

Thinking of this, Shen Jiali put out the cigarette butt in his hand, and started busy with his business.

In the middle of the work, a phone call came in. It was an official from the government. He found Director Shen here based on his relationship, and begged him to release the relative who was captured by the Secret Service.The official said on the phone that this matter is beyond words, and that he must visit Shen's house in person tonight.Now it's the end of the new year, it's a sensitive moment, Shen Jiali planned to implement Duan Muren's vicious policy, but the white light of the silver dollar flashed in front of his eyes, so after hesitating for a moment, he reluctantly agreed, and immediately put the This income came in handy - he had to go back to Tianjin a year ago, so he could supplement Shen Jiayi financially.