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Seven years ago, the capital.

In mid-December, it was mid-winter. It snowed lightly in the first half of the night, and the snow melted in the second half of the night, making the ground wet.

At 06:30 in the morning, the street lights on the street were turned off on time, but the sky was still dark.

The mobile phone alarm rang three times, Shang Chu was awakened by the fourth time, he turned over, struggled to open his eyes, stretched out a hand from the quilt, groped for a long time on the bedside table, picked up The phone turned off the airplane mode, and the big screen showed that there were more than ten missed calls last night.

The callers all came from the same number, starting with 158 and ending with 2534. The last call was at 28:[-] in the morning.

Shang Chu didn't pay attention to the number, and habitually opened the text message interface with his fingers. In addition to all kinds of messy verification codes and spam messages promoting the Mark Six lottery, there was also a text message that was manually pinned to the top in the inbox.

【尚楚同学（考生号：201220611415），恭喜你已成功录取进入2012-2013年度首都警察学校青训营，你的录取位次为：1位。本次青训持续三个月，请于12月16日（周六）上午9：00-12：00前往首都东郊警务基地报到，未准时报到则视为退出本次青训。报道材料：本人有效期内身份证件、准考证、一寸照片三张。如需咨询，请拨打0583-02182】

Shang Chu smiled stupidly at this text message that he had read more than 800 times. After 1 minute, the display light dimmed, and he saw his own face from the dark screen, with his hair all overwhelmed. His eyelids were swollen, and there was a dry and whitish saliva mark on one corner of his mouth.

Hey, the boy is quite handsome.

He didn't know how he came to this conclusion, raised his eyebrows, lifted the quilt and sat up, stretched, and turned his head to look out the window.

The jujube tree by the back door, which has lived for an unknown number of years, has only bare branches left. The boxer briefs hanging on the balcony of the opposite resident are frosted, and the clouds accumulated in the sky show a rich leaden gray——Let Shang Chu thought of the expired bread he ate last night, and twisted his fingers wishing that rotten water would drip out.

At this time, a gust of wind and cold air rushed in through the window, and Shang Chu was shocked, and he became sober in an instant.With a wave of his arm, he picked up the sweater and trousers that were piled up at the end of the bed, and he shrank into the bed and put them on.

According to common sense, heating should be installed in the north of the Huaihe River line in the Qinling Mountains, and Shangchu's house is not without it, but the radiator broke down 800 years ago.When he was in his teens, he had a fever once in the house, dizzy, head swollen and runny nose, and it was useless to hide under the bed wrapped in a quilt.Later, Grandma Zhang upstairs couldn't stand it any longer, and bought him a pack of expired Sanjiu cold granules. Thanks to Shang Chu's fate, he didn't burn to death or be stupid. After drinking the expired medicine, he really recovered A seven seven eight eight.

After he recovered from his illness, Shang Chu took his small change bag and went to the alley to find a small appliance repairer. He came to check and said that your equipment is old and broken, and everything from the pipes to the heat dissipation needs to be replaced with new ones. The total cost of zero is 500 yuan.

Shang Chu, who is in his teens, already has quite a sense of economics. He carefully calculated twice on the draft paper, and finally decided to forget it.

There are 360 ​​to [-] days in a year, and heating is not needed every day. The really cold days are only those [-] to [-] days. It is not worth spending hundreds of dollars for this.

Later, when he grew up, he gradually got used to the cold bed, and gradually became less afraid of the cold. The windows were closed tightly, and the thirty to fifty days of being exposed to it would pass.

This kind of life continued until he was 14 years old, when he differentiated, and the second gender was Omega.Afterwards, he never closed the window again, and he hated the smell of inferior Alpha pheromone potion more than the bitter cold wind wrapped in ice slag.

After getting dressed and getting out of bed, the first thing Shang Chu did was to smoke, one to keep out the cold and the other to enjoy himself.

He inquired about the news on the Internet, and they all said that entering the Chief Police Youth Training Camp was equivalent to being in a prison, and the ones were the ones with the worst living conditions. It was impossible to smoke in it, and it was almost the same to be slapped by the instructor.

On a deep-water forum, a senior who was selected from the youth training camp and a graduate of the first police force wrote a limerick in an anonymous area, vividly describing the hard life in the youth training:

If there are two extra grains of rice left over from the meal, you will be fined to run five kilometers after the meal;

Shang Chu was squatting in the pit with his mobile phone in his arms at the time, and when he saw this sentence, the back door closed, and the phone almost fell into the pit in fright. Most of the language and literature of the police academy are not very good. This senior can describe a scene that life is worse than death in a few words. The characters are vivid and vivid on paper, which is really a talent.

In a few hours, he will go in to experience the hard life that is worse than death, so he must take advantage of this time to smoke a few more cigarettes.

While brushing his teeth, the phone vibrated again, and the caller ID was still the number starting with 158. Shang Chu stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth, and pressed the button to hang up expressionlessly.

Half a minute later, 158 called again.

Shang Chu, who was in a good mood at first, suddenly became irritable, and an unknown fire rushed to the top of his head, and the mouthful of mint-flavored toothpaste did not make him feel better.

The caller was persistent and made it clear that if he didn't answer the call he wouldn't let it go.

"Hold!"

Shang Chu cursed, spit out the foam in his mouth, took a deep breath, then picked up the phone, with a stiff tone: "What are you doing?"

"You...you give me two hundred first..." A drunken voice came from the other end, and the sound of punches could still be vaguely heard, "Two, two hundred! Is that okay?"

"No money." Shang Chu said firmly.

"No, no, listen to me, I went to work at No. 15, the money, I borrowed it, and I will pay, pay you back when I get to work... hiccup!"

As he spoke, he had a heart-wrenching wine belch. Shang Chu almost felt the smell mixed with sour, salty and fishy smell coming through the handset of the mobile phone. , No, money."

"You, you have no money?" The person on the other end of the phone asked, "Then what should I do..."

"What should I do?" Shang Chu sneered, and said with a sullen face, "You can die."

"You told me to die? I fucked your mother..."

Later, Shang Chu didn't know what he was cursing, so he pressed the power off button, and the screen went completely dark, which also blocked the smell of cigarettes and alcohol and the sound of punching.

He raised his head and saw his own face in the mirror. He was pretty good-looking, with a nose to nose and a mouth to a mouth. He was also a handsome boy who often received love letters from Omega in school.

It's just that the eyes are bad, and the eyes are full of despair and gloomy anger.

Shang Chu took a handful of water and splashed it on his face, the biting chill penetrated through the pores and penetrated into every cell in his body.

He took a deep breath, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, pulled the corners of his mouth vigorously in the drifting smoke, narrowed his eyes slightly, and showed a smile that could barely be regarded as sunny.

"Student Shang Chu, candidate number 201220611415, congratulations on your successful admission to the 2012-2013 Capital Police Academy youth training camp. The admission rank is: 1."

He recited this passage fluently in front of the mirror, and bent his two fingers to tap the mirror.

"Did you hear, Shangchu, you are No.1."

The author says:

I edited the article this morning ~ changed the chapter number ~ except for some additions, the main content has not changed