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On Monday morning, the TV station said that they would come to the Municipal Bureau for a live broadcast in the afternoon to interview the front-line disaster relief police. Xie Jun also reported Shang Chu to the interview list, and asked him to prepare in advance how to answer, saying that he would set a good example for the majority of police students , even an intern can make important contributions on the front line.

After all, it is the first time in my life to be on TV, so it is impossible to say that I am not nervous at all. After working overtime on Sunday night, Zhang Bing helped Shang Chu prepare the manuscript. What's your mood?", "The situation at the disaster site is critical, how did you persevere?", "As an intern at school and the youngest member of the team this time, what do you want to say to your peers". .... Zhang Bingling listed thirteen questions in total. Shang Chu found a typical interview draft of flood fighting and disaster relief in the past few years on the Internet, and made a good excerpt of the words and sentences in it, thinking about it tomorrow. Just follow what you say.

Early the next morning, Shang Chu got up, tidied up, put on a blue shirt he had just bought, and borrowed a tie from Zhang Bing and carried it in his pocket, thinking about dressing up, maybe Song Yao, Qi Zhao, Ye Su, Bai Yu and the others saw it while watching TV, maybe... Maybe Bai Aize saw it too?

He arrived at the police station handsomely, and when Uncle Zhang saw him at the gate, he tsk-tsk-tsk-tutted him, the wild cats in the yard circled around him, and Xu Long teased that when Xinyang held a police flower competition, Shang Chu was guaranteed to win the first prize. Chu was praised to the sky, and happily ate two large egg-filled pancakes, and even the smell of leek buns on Xu Long felt strange.

At noon, there was a traffic accident in the city center. An electric tricycle delivering slops hit a lamp post on the side of the road, and two large buckets of swill were overturned on the road. In the high temperature of the day, when the sun shines, the smell is comparable to a biochemical weapon. If you are a clean freak, you may faint from the smell.

The old man who drives the three-wheeler is an old rascal. He said in a daze that his leg was damaged and he couldn’t get up. , It caused a serious traffic jam, and the traffic control was really uncertain, so a phone call came to ask for emergency help.

Shangchu was feeling dizzy after lunch, Xiaofang asked who was free to go to the police, no one was willing to go out on a hot day, and there were no casualties and no property damage, so everyone didn’t pay much attention to it , Xu Long asked Xiaofang to reply that the city bureau didn’t care, and the traffic team had to find a way to solve it by themselves. It's hard to say!

Shangchu happened to stretch his waist at this time, Xiaofang's eyes lit up: "Xiaoshang, go, didn't you just raise your hand!"

"Me?" Shang Chu's outstretched arms have not yet been retracted, he took off the earplugs that were blocked in his ears, "What's the matter? I was sleepy and didn't hear it."

"Xiaoshang, go to Xiaoshang," Brother Wang in the team cheerfully pushed Shangchu away, "You young people run more and exercise more, and we old people are not in good health. If we don't sleep at noon, we won't be able to open our eyes in the afternoon."

Shang Chu asked dumbfoundedly: "What case?"

"A traffic accident!" Brother Wang shook his head, with a heavy tone, "The old man who drove a three-wheeler overturned, how pitiful the old man is! It's difficult for the poor in this world!"

He sighed sadly, and Shangchu reflexively thought of the desolate scene where the poor old man struggled to survive and suddenly got into a car accident but no one helped him, immediately frowned, grabbed his ID and duty notebook and walked away : "Send me the address, and I'll go there right away."

"..." Xu Long looked at the child's back like a little cheetah, and sneered, "It's so embarrassing for you to cheat on such a little kid!"

Brother Wang chuckled: "Brother Long, why don't you go?"

Xu Long lit a cigarette and put his legs on the table: "Let him exercise more."

When Shang Chu arrived at the scene, he knew why no one wanted to come. He could smell the smell from a distance. He insisted that it was about one hundred stinky mandarin fishes and fifty catties of sour bamboo shoots soaked in salt water and vinegar for seven to seven days, about 49 days. It can produce such an effect.In addition to the olfactory attack, the visual impact is not inferior at all. Red, yellow, white and green food residues are spread all over the floor, and the sun shines on the oil flowers, showing some rainbow colors.

Surrounded by a lot of passers-by covering their noses, Shang Chu couldn’t help sighing that it’s the nature of the people to watch the excitement. .

He squeezed into the crowd, and an old man in his 60s was sitting in the slop, screaming, hugging one leg, saying that the police bullied him, a helpless commoner, and that he would be fined even if his leg was broken. , It's just unreasonable!

Several traffic policemen really couldn’t do anything about him, seeing Shang Chu was like seeing a savior: “Comrade, you see, this is true, this man was drunk and drove a motor vehicle on the road, which was a violation of the regulations, and even hit him. The lamp post must be fined, and now he is relying on us!"

This kind of naughty Shangchu has been seen a lot, and he can solve it with a punch, but if he really punches this old man, Xu Long will have to punish him to write a [-]-word self-criticism. Sullenly said: "Broken leg? Left leg, right leg?"

The old man hugged his right leg: "The left! The knee is broken!"

Shang Chu laughed angrily: "Do you know that you are obstructing official duties, and you have nothing to say when I arrest you now."

The old man suddenly jumped forward, looking fearless, hugging Shang Chu's leg and shouting: "Ouch, grab it! My old man has no children, and now his leg is broken. If you want to grab it, grab it. I'll be fine with a bite of food!"

With such a thump, a piece of rotten vegetable leaf splashed onto the back of Shang Chu's hand. Shang Chu let out a "fuck" and hurriedly shook his hand away. In this way, he forgot to hold his breath, and he almost vomited not long after lunch. come out.

"I know my old man makes you sick," the old man continued to snark, "You vomit, vomit on me, as long as it can calm your big police officer, it's nothing to vomit on me, it's nothing if my legs are broken!"

Shang Chu couldn't bear it any longer, grabbed his collar and said coldly, "Peng Ci'er bumped into the policeman's head, right? Are you fucking arrogant?"

"My mother is dead! She died a long time ago!" The old man looked up to the sky and yelled, "If my mother still allows me to suffer this wronged? Mom! Open your eyes in the spirit of the sky and see what the world is like now. A broken leg will make me suffer. Nobody cares!"

"Give me the book and the ink," Shang Chu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and stretched out his palm to the traffic policeman at the side. The traffic police handed the accident investigation book and the ink pad to him. Shang Chu grabbed the old man's hand and pressed him down. A stamp was stamped where the signature was, "Okay, a fine of three hundred, if you don't pay the money, your car will be confiscated, and the cleaning fee will be calculated separately."

"You!" The old man stared angrily, "Your mother's son of a bitch!"

"My mother is gone too. I am the only one of eighteen generations of my ancestors," Shang Chu grinned at him happily, and whispered, "Your mother, open your eyes in the spirit of the sky, and see what kind of bastard you gave birth to!"

The old man was so angry that he almost pouted.

Shangchu went back to the station and washed his hands for 10 minutes, the skin was rubbed to pieces, and he still felt smelly, so he had to change the shirt inside the police uniform jacket, and now the tie was no longer needed.

At 03:30 in the afternoon, the people from the TV station came. Shang Chu and Xu Long were being interviewed in the yard. Xu Long was talking about missions, responsibilities, etc. in front of the camera. Answer exactly the same?He weighed it in his heart and thought to himself, this is too bad, Xu Long and he are memorizing the same manuscript!

"This is Shang Chu, the Chief Police Officer's intern at the Xinyang Municipal Bureau," the host extended the microphone to him, "It is an honor to have performed outstandingly in the disaster relief of Xisan Street and helped transfer hundreds of victims. Injured, I don't know how Shang Chu's injury is now?"

"Oh, it's okay." Shang Chu smiled a little stiffly facing the camera, "It's a minor injury, but it's almost healed."

"As an intern, Shang Chu is only 20 years old this year, and already has an extraordinary sense of community and contribution," the host continued to ask, "So how did Shang Chu feel at the disaster relief site?"

Shang Chu paused, and replied concisely: "Nervous and afraid."

"...Hehe, it seems that Shang Chu has a rather shy character," the host asked with a smile, "Then we know that after the flood has passed, many people you helped expressed their gratitude to you." Thanks, do you have anything to say to them?"

Facing the dark camera lens, Shang Chu said, "...you are welcome."

Xu Long pinched him from behind.

At this moment, an old man walked in from outside the yard, yelling that he wanted to make a complaint. The guard hurriedly stopped him and told him to go to the side door, where the live broadcast was going on. The old man stood on tiptoe and happened to see Shang Chu standing inside. , So he rushed into the yard and said cursingly: "That's the boy! I'm complaining about this boy... violent, violent law enforcement! Yes! Violent law enforcement!"

Shang Chu: "..."

Xu Long: "..."

Host: "... Hurry up and pinch the camera!"

That night, Shang Chu was mercilessly ridiculed by Song Yao.

"I'm complaining about this kid's violent law enforcement!" Song Yao imitated the old rascal and yelled, "I'm complaining! Complaining!"

Shangchu's eyelids twitched: "...shut up!"

"Now all the people in the whole country know that you have enforced the law violently," Song Yao said with a playful smile, "Shang Chu is capable!"

Shang Chu sighed: "Damn it, I haven't read the almanac since I went out today!"

"I was just joking with you," Song Yao laughed, "Later, the news said that the old man interfered with his official duties, but you are really good at memorizing, why did that old man bump into you at that time."

Shang Chu also burst into laughter, and asked, "How did I watch it on TV? Is it handsome?"

"It's okay," Song Yao said, "I'll just watch."

Shang Chu licked his lips and pretended to ask casually: "Then what...you watched it alone?"

"Ah?" Song Yao pretended to be stupid, "Otherwise, who should I watch with?"

"Just tell me if you read it alone." Shang Chu raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose.

"I forgot," Song Yao said, "Give me some hints!"

"You fucking!" Shang Chu scolded, and plucked his hair irritably, "No, no, get lost!"

"I remembered when you said that! I just watched it with someone," Song Yao said, "with Ai—"

Shang Chu raised his throat in one breath.

"Hey, why is my wallet missing!" Song Yao exclaimed, "Hey, what's going on? Hey, hey..."

"Come on," Shang Chu smiled, "Who the hell are you having fun with?"

Song Yao also smiled: "I watched it with Lao Bai. He saw you on TV. Ah Chu, we all saw you. It's amazing."

"Well," Shang Chu's nose felt hot, and he leaned against the window and whispered, "It's pretty good."

This seems to be what he has always wanted, he wants to stand upright where everyone can see, he wants praise, flowers, applause and honor, he wants others to see him as a beacon or a star, he wants To be No.1, he longs to be recognized. He didn't steal Bai Aize's light to shine, he is not a vassal hiding behind Bai Aize.

But until this moment, he suddenly felt that those were not so important.Praise is not important, but a clear conscience is important; what others think of him is not important, what he thinks of himself is important; whether he can be seen by everyone is not important, what matters most is that his loved ones see him.

"Achu, I'm very happy that you think about it," Song Yao said to him on the other end of the phone, "Actually, No.1 is not that important."

"No," Shang Chu looked at the bustling crowd under the window and said with a smile, "It's very important."

No.1 is still very important.

He wanted No.1, not for the highest position on the list, not for how others would evaluate him, but for a pack of white rabbit toffee.

He doesn't need to steal Bai Aize's light, he has a sun in his chest, he is the light source.

Song Yao understood what he hadn't said, and smiled lightly, then footsteps came from the other end, and Song Yao said, "Turn on a camera."

"Why?" Shang Chu teased, "You miss me so much?"

He turned on the camera, and Bai Aize's long-lost but extremely familiar face jumped into his sight unexpectedly, Shang Chu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately put his phone on the table with his backhand.

"Where is the video between me and Ah Chu?" Song Yao's voice came, "Did you see it just now?"

"No."

Bai Aize's voice was deep and deep, and Shang Chu only felt that a string in his chest was being plucked. He moved his Adam's apple, took a deep breath, reached out to pick up the phone again, and heard Song Yao ask: "Oh, then do you want to watch it again?" look?"

Shang Chu paused with his fingertips.

Will he answer?How will he answer?

After a moment of silence, Bai Aize said, "No need, you guys talk."

"Cut," Song Yao snorted, "Then don't come in and disturb us, hurry up and get out!"

The sound of footsteps sounded again, and Shang Chu's forehead twitched, and he turned up his phone and shouted anxiously: "Wait!"

Song Yao's face appeared in the camera, followed by Bai Aize's tall and straight back.

Song Yao curled his lips into a smile, raised his eyebrows and said, "Old Bai, Ah Chu seems to have something to say to you..."

Bai Aize didn't look back, but he didn't continue to walk out either.

Shang Chu tightened his fingers: "I, I will go back the day after tomorrow."

"Oh, I know." Song Yao said with a playful smile, "Is there any more?"

"Ask him for me," Shang Chu licked his lips, "Are you planning to find someone?"

Song Yao turned his head and deliberately amplified the volume: "Old Bai, someone wants me to ask you if you plan to have a date!"

Bai Aize put his hands in his trouser pockets, and replied very sternly: "There is no such plan for now."

"Oh...oh," Shangtrue nodded hesitantly, and clenched his fists as if mustering up his courage again, "Then let him get ready."

"Old Bai," Song Yao continued to turn his head, "Someone asked you to prepare!"

Bai Aize remained motionless.

"What are you preparing for?" Song Yao asked.

"I'm going to find someone," Shang Chu looked at Bai Aize's back, suddenly his heart beat violently, and his fingertips couldn't stop trembling slightly, "Let him get ready to be found by me."