Police Chen Shu

Noisy restaurant, bright lobby.

Out of nowhere, a weak light hung from the ceiling, illuminating only the dark corners of the otherwise bright hall.

In such a less eye-catching place, there is a lonely person sitting, his presence seems to be incompatible with the surrounding hustle and bustle.

Zhu Yiba, a special service platoon leader who had served in the border defense of Yun Province, was pouring himself alcohol.

His expression was dull, in sharp contrast to the lively atmosphere around him. He was turning the wine glass he had drunk countless times in his hand, and there was an imperceptible sadness hidden deep in his eyes.

I don't know why, every time I drink too much of this wine, my mind seems to be out of control, thinking of the brothers who sacrificed their lives.

Not long after, Huang Mao, a former Yun Province border guard, came over with a wine bottle in one hand and a cup in the other.

He also drank too much, but he still remembered to ask his old platoon leader for a few sips.

The two grown men chatted about the border guard force where they spent the best years of their youth, about the comrades they had fought with, and thought about bit by bit, the deep imprint the army had left on them throughout their lives and that would never disappear. memory.

At the end of the drink, Huang Mao cried, hugging Zhu Yiba and crying bitterly, with snot sticking to his shoulders.

Zhu Yiba didn't see it, and if he did, he probably wouldn't care.

"Platoon commander, platoon commander, we all retreat, we all retreat!"

Zhu Yiba soothed Huang Mao's back with his right hand, his nose was sore, and he murmured: "Yes, we have all retreated, we have all retreated. We are worthy of the country and the people."

Huang Mao cried for a long time and suddenly pushed Zhu Yiba away. With a choked voice, he shouted: "But we are sorry for Xiaopang! We are sorry for the monitor!"

Hearing these two familiar names, Zhu Yiba, a man who usually seemed rough and bold, a heroic soldier who had killed countless enemies at the Yun Province border defense, could no longer bear the pain in his heart for many years. On his forehead, he let the tears flow down from his eyes.

In this gathering, Zhu Yiba and Huang Mao's emotions seemed particularly abrupt. Although the people around them could also feel their sadness, most people chose to remain silent and did not disturb this special sadness.

This sadness belongs exclusively to the border defense of Yun Province.

In this peaceful era, young people have taken on too much.

After the two of them calmed down a little, the forensic doctor Old Tang, who had also retired from the army, approached and softly comforted: "Xiao Zhu, Xiao Huang, there will always be times when life is unsatisfactory, and things will be over when they are over. You still have to do it?" Young people, there are still days to come, and you cannot let the shadow of the past block the way forward. Your fallen comrades must also want to see you live a good life. "

Chen Shu, who also had his comrades sacrificed in southern Xinjiang, came over. For him, this situation was not the same as his past self.

He divided the cigarettes between the two of them and helped light the fire. His voice seemed to be a little hard to swallow, and he said slowly: "We must continue to move forward, for every day we are still alive, and for them."

Zhu Yiba and Huang Mao wiped away their tears and smiled at each other.

At this time, Jiang Hai walked over, looking like he was hesitant to speak.

Chen Shu smiled and pointed at the other person with two fingers holding a cigarette: "What, you want one too?"

"No." Jiang Hai glanced at Zhu Yiba, but didn't dare to look over.

Zhu Yiba was keenly aware of Jiang Hai's unusual behavior, but he didn't care. He helped Huang Mao, who was crying on the table, filled up the wine, and drank a glass first.

After Huang Mao was comforted, Zhu Yiba waved to Jiang Hai and smiled apologetically: "Hey, I made you laugh."

Jiang Hai shook his head repeatedly: "You are all heroes guarding the border, how dare you laugh at you."

Zhu Yiba had heard this kind of rhetoric so much that he was numb. He thought it must be the ridicule and sarcasm of that boy Chen Chuan that made him more powerful.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yiba suddenly realized that he had been humiliated so much in public. How come he hadn't heard Chen Chuan's vague but definitely sarcastic words that reached your ears until now.

When he looked up, he saw Chen Chuan standing behind him with a straight face, a serious look that was completely different from his usual frivolous expression, looking at him silently.

"Chen Chuan, you..." Zhu Yiba suddenly felt confused.

Chen Chuan seemed to have finally made up his mind, walking towards Zhu Yiba and standing straight in front of him.

"Chen Chuan, you..." Zhu Yiba asked again, feeling anxious and nervous. Could it be that something big happened again?

Chen Chuan took a deep breath, pointed to Ma Rongcheng and He Chengfeng who were sitting not far away and whispered, and said in a deep voice: "Zhu Yiba, let me tell you."

It was the first time Zhu Yiba saw Chen Chuan being so serious. He thought the other person might be seeing him lose his composure for the first time, so he wanted to play tricks on him. Anyway, he had gotten used to it over the past year.

In fact, privately, Zhu Yiba still prefers Chen Chuan's unreserved ridicule and sarcasm to "national heroes" and "people's heroes". At least this way, he can feel better.

Can a national hero be replaced by a fat guy?

Can the people's hero be replaced as squad leader?

On the surface, Zhu Yiba is a heroic special service soldier who is fearless on the battlefield, but he is also a person of flesh and blood, with joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

Chen Chuan saw through his disguise at a glance, and saw through the vulnerability, fear, and anger hidden deep in his heart.

Zhu Yiba opened his mouth and retorted habitually: "Chen Chuan, if you want to laugh, just laugh. Don't hold it in, or you'll ruin it."

Chen Chuan raised his hand to stop Zhu Yiba from talking, his face was serious, unusually serious.

Zhu Yiba's heart tightened, and he tried to make his voice sound calm: "What do you want to talk to me about?"

Chen Chuan tilted his head to the other side of the room and lowered his voice: "They are discussing the KK Park in northern Myanmar."

"KK Park?" Zhu Yiba frowned and thought for a while, then raised his chin in the direction of Chen Shuzhan and smiled, "It's the place where reporter Zhang is going to rescue people. You have to talk to our Chen Da about this matter, why are you looking for me. I don't have a girlfriend"

Chen Chuan lowered his head slightly, looking directly at Zhu Yiba who was still laughing.

Zhu Yiba noticed the other party's abnormality, and then thought of Jiang Hai's abnormality before, and finally tasted the taste inside.

He supported the back of the chair with both hands, slowly stood up, and looked in the direction Chen Chuan pointed before. Ma Rongcheng, an expert from the provincial department, was discussing something with He Chengfeng, deputy captain of the local criminal investigation team, with a serious face.

"You said, they are discussing KK Park." Zhu Yiba felt vaguely that he seemed to have forgotten something, and vaguely grasped something.

There was a little bit of resistance in his heart, or fear, but there seemed to be a familiar and strange voice in the depths of his soul that kept shouting.

Ask him! Ask him! Ask him!

Zhu Yiba swallowed his saliva and asked, "Chen Chuan, what is it?"

Even Zhu Yiba himself did not notice that when he blurted out the question, his two hands on the back of the chair were inadvertently clenched into fists, tightly.

Chen Chuan did not speak, just looked at Zhu Yiba.

"Why don't you talk? Aren't you usually good at talking?" Zhu Yiba's head was about to explode by the other party, and he wondered if this guy had come up with some bad ideas to tease him again.

He turned his head and looked at Jiang Hai, who was nervous and followed him. His expression seemed to have done something wrong.

Zhu Yiba knew in his heart that something big had happened, and it was still related to him.

Chen Chuan opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but didn't know where to start.

Jiang Hai turned his head and looked at the corner of the box.

Zhu Yiba stood on the ground with his heart pounding. He felt cold and suddenly felt his shoulders sink. Then his eyes darkened and a deep figure appeared. Then, the voice that had always made him feel safe rang out.

"Zhu Yiba, we have news about Zuo Luosong."

"Zuo Zuo Luosong? Li Song?" Zhu Yiba was stunned at first, and then he said casually, "Isn't he in prison? What's the news? Shot? Commuted sentence and parole? Medical parole?"

Seeing that the people standing opposite him didn't speak, Zhu Yiba joked, "It won't be that someone escaped, right? Our prisons are not private like those in the United States. The armed police brothers inside are not joking."

Silence, even a pin drop can be heard.

Zhu Yiba's legs were a little weak, and his tone was a little weak.

This notorious transnational criminal in Yunnan Province has always been an indelible shadow in Zhu Yiba's heart. The two comrades who lost their lives because of him - the squad leader and Xiaopang - have also become Zhu Yiba's pain that he can't let go of day and night.

"Zorosong, he is in northern Myanmar."

Chen Shu said softly, but it was like a thunderbolt in Zhu Yiba's ears.

After a moment, Zhu Yiba's eyes turned red and his body was shaky.

He tried to hold the back of the chair to support himself, gritted his teeth to control his fiery emotions, and said his thoughts word by word, without thinking, and without thinking.

"I'm going to northern Myanmar."

This ferocious look seemed to be swallowing a living person alive.

After saying that, he suddenly laughed again, and he laughed with some relief. His performance before and after was completely different.

"Haha, northern Myanmar, that's a good place where human life is not worth anything, a good place. There, no one's life is worth anything."

Chen Shu was very quiet because he knew this kind of emotion.

In southern Xinjiang, he lost Xiaoqiang, who had always called him "Brother Shu" and "Team Chen" and "Office Chen". He was no different from the angry Zhu Yiba at that time. He held a few grenades and killed more than a dozen terrorists without hesitation.

In Dongzhou, he lost Xu Mingliang, the bomb disposal expert, and the two terrorists who committed the crime all died at his hands.

So, Chen Shu understood Zhu Yiba's feelings very, very well.

I just don't know why, at this moment, in Chen Shu's heart, a woman's face involuntarily appeared.

She bit her teeth lightly, her face was firm and beautiful, and her eyes showed a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.

Yes, it was stubbornness.

You say, such a beautiful woman, who is almost 30 years old, doesn't want to stay at home to take care of her husband and children, but runs out every day for no reason.

And why, always stand up and always stand up for the people, are the police and men of China useless cowards?

Really?

Right.

Chen Shu sighed deeply in his heart.

He turned to look at Chen Chuan, his old partner, old classmate, and old comrade-in-arms for more than ten years.

Our Master Chen looked back at him frivolously as always, with his mouth curled, as if to say, after so many years, you just raised your butt and I knew you wanted to fart.

Chen Shu felt a little guilty, but there were some things that needed to be faced. Since he entered the police academy and put on the police uniform more than ten years ago, his shoulders could not be relaxed.

For such a long time, he felt guilty for many people he should have saved but let them die. Now, he didn't want to let the guilt continue.

The next stop is northern Myanmar.

Facing the creaking white light, Chen Shu suddenly felt more relaxed than ever before.