Chapter 217 Have a sweet dream
Chen Yan stood at the door and took out the key.
Just as it was about to be inserted into the keyhole, the door opened from the inside.
A middle-aged woman wearing glasses looked at him with concern.
"Mom, why didn't you go to school?"
"I'm on leave." Mother Chen said, taking out slippers from the shoe cabinet, "Come in quickly."
Chen Yan closed the door and changed his shoes.
I found the room a little dark.
"Mom, why aren't the curtains open?"
As he spoke, Chen Yan walked to the balcony and quickly opened the curtains.
Suddenly, bright sunlight came in.
"Oh, I forgot." Mother Chen said with a smile, "Son, have you eaten?"
"Eat..." Chen Yan was about to say he had eaten, but when he saw his mother's expectant eyes, he immediately changed his words and said, "Mom, I want to eat the egg fried rice you made."
"Okay, then you wait a moment, Mom will make it right away." She said with a smile, tied on an apron and went into the kitchen.
Chen Yan walked to the corner of the living room, took out three incense sticks from the table, lit them, and then inserted them into the incense burner.
"Dad, I shot and killed the gangster while on duty today."
"And there are two of them."
"Actually, I was too nervous when I killed the first one. If I hadn't been so nervous, maybe that gangster wouldn't have died. I could have hit him in the shoulder to stop him from shooting."
"To be honest, I actually blamed myself a lot at that time."
"Even though I later learned that the gangster I beat to death had killed someone before, he was still a child."
“But I still feel guilty.”
"But when I shot and killed the second gangster, I no longer felt that guilty."
"Because he was holding a child hostage, if I didn't kill him, the child could die at any time."
"It wasn't until the moment that child was rescued that I finally understood the meaning of being a police officer."
"Dad, don't worry. I believe I can be a good police officer. I will save more people in the future."
"Because I met a very good master and a group of trustworthy colleagues."
Chen's mother's voice came from the kitchen: "Son, prepare dinner."
"Okay, Mom."
Chen Yan walked towards the kitchen. The sunlight came in and fell on the portrait behind the incense burner.
In the portrait, the man in police uniform has gentle eyes and seems to have a smile on his lips.
…
Despite Qian Hongxing's repeated insistence, Zhou Yi still returned the car keys to him.
After all, the case is over, so the car is naturally no longer needed.
Zhou Yi got on the bus and staggered home.
During these nearly forty-eight hours, they were racing against time, fighting against the kidnappers and Long Zhiqiang.
Zhou Yi is even fighting against fate.
Now that it suddenly slowed down, Zhou Yi felt a little uncomfortable.
He yawned and listened to the aunties in the car discussing heatedly what had happened since yesterday and the city lockdown.
Aunts like Zhou Yi's mother are really a group of magical species.
He clearly knows nothing, but he always manages to talk about a lot of gossip in a serious manner.
Zhou Yi couldn't help but smile as he listened to the aunties talking about the strange "reasons for the city lockdown."
Arrive at the station, get off, go home, and go upstairs.
As soon as I walked out of the stairs, I saw a person squatting at my door.
"Xiao Shuang?" Zhou Yi walked over and shouted.
Lu Xiaoshuang looked up and saw Zhou Yi, her eyes suddenly brightening. "Brother Zhou, you're back?"
"Why are you here? How long have you been here?"
"I just arrived." Lu Xiaoshuang smiled and tried to stand up, but she couldn't get up at once.
"Are you okay?" Zhou Yi asked hurriedly.
Lu Xiaoshuang stood up, holding onto the door frame. She smiled sheepishly and said, "My legs are numb, hehe."
Zhou Yi shook his head helplessly, his legs were numb, and he said he had just arrived.
"Why are you here?"
"Well... the school was suddenly locked down yesterday. They said there were a lot of police outside. Then I remembered you ran away in a hurry the afternoon before yesterday, and I wondered if there was some big case going on. Today they said the school lockdown was lifted, so I thought I'd come over to take a look."
"I feel relieved to see that you are okay. Then...Brother Zhou, I'll go back first." With that, Lu Xiaoshuang turned around and was about to leave.
Zhou Yi lowered his head and smiled, then said to Lu Xiaoshuang's back, "I'm back, why are you still running? Come back."
Lu Xiaoshuang stopped, chuckled, then turned around and ran back.
Zhou Yi bent down, took out a key from under the flower pot at the door and said, "My key is hidden here. If I'm not at home in the future, you can come in by yourself."
Lu Xiaoshuang looked at the flower pot on the ground in surprise: "Aren't you afraid that someone will sneak in?"
"There's nothing valuable in my house. Everything that was worth something was taken away by my mom."
Zhou Yi said as he opened the door.
"Besides, if anyone really comes in, that would be giving me performance."
The two entered the house and closed the door.
"Sit anywhere. Don't you have classes today?" Zhou Yi asked casually.
"Ah... no... no classes." Lu Xiaoshuang answered guiltily.
Zhou Yi didn't even turn his head. He knew she was lying just by the tone of her voice.
"Have you eaten yet?" Zhou Yi flipped through the things his mother left behind, "But it seems there are only eggs and noodles."
Lu Xiaoshuang was just about to say that she was not hungry when her stomach growled.
"I'm hungry, come and eat something with me," Zhou Yi said.
Lu Xiaoshuang put down her schoolbag, walked over, took the eggs and noodles from Zhou Yi's hand, and said, "Let me do it. You go and have a rest."
"It's okay, I'll do it."
Lu Xiaoshuang pouted and said, "Why, you don't believe in my cooking skills? I could cook for myself when I was seven years old."
Zhou Yi looked at her serious expression and couldn't help but smile. Then he said, "Okay, then I'll try the cooking skills of a master chef with twelve years of experience."
"Then go sit for a while, I'll call you when it's ready." Lu Xiaoshuang took off the apron hanging on the wall and walked into the kitchen.
Zhou Yi sat on the sofa. Although the room was a little empty compared to before, the sound and aroma of frying eggs coming from the kitchen filled the entire room.
This is the flavor of life in the human world.
Lu Xiaoshuang picked up a bowl of noodles with two golden poached eggs on top. Next to the liquid fuel stove was another bowl of noodles, much smaller, with only one poached egg.
"Brother Zhou, the noodles are ready..."
Lu Xiaoshuang came out with the noodles and just started talking when she saw Zhou Yi leaning on the sofa, snoring softly and sleeping soundly.
She stopped talking, carefully placed the bowl on the table, then tiptoed into the room, found a blanket, and gently covered Zhou Yi with it.
"Have a sweet dream."
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"Zhou Yi, phone call!"
"Zhou Yi, phone call!"
Zhou Yi vaguely heard someone calling him.
Lu Xiaoshuang, who was also asleep on the dining table, heard the sound and quickly got up to open the door.
Immediately, a voice like a loud bell came from downstairs.
Zhou Yi suddenly woke up. He was very familiar with this voice. Wasn't it the voice of the old man in the message room downstairs?
"I'm here, Uncle Ma." Zhou Yi quickly got up from the sofa and ran out.
I was still wondering whose phone call it was and why it went to the switchboard room.
Because since he received the mobile phone donated by Qian Hongxing, he gave the number to his parents and Lu Xiaoshuang.
It was even more impossible for the bureau to call the landline in the switchboard room downstairs.
Uncle Ma in the message room was also an old worker of Ergang. Later, he suffered a work-related accident, which resulted in an injury to one of his hands, and half of his palm was missing.
Since he was single and had no parents or children to take care of, the factory took care of him and arranged him to work in the dormitory's message room. He ate, drank, defecated and urinated there, and was usually responsible for answering the phone.
Many years have passed and we have all retired, but we are used to this job, so we continue to do it.
In the early days of the Second Steel Dormitory, there was only one phone in the message room. Almost everyone who wanted to make a phone call had to find him, and they would always chat with him after the call.
Uncle Ma has a loud voice. No matter which building he stands at, everyone in the building can hear him when he shouts.
His voice was almost an integral part of Zhou Yi's childhood.
Later, after the steel plant experienced large-scale layoffs and restructuring, this telephone was discovered during an asset inventory and it was decided to dismantle it. Because the monthly telephone bills were paid by the factory, it was also part of state-owned assets.
Although that happened several years later, those who were better off at the time had installed telephones in their homes.
But there are still many people who use this phone on a daily basis, and it is almost the only means of communication for many people.
So everyone opposed the demolition, and in the end, Uncle Ma paid out of his own pocket and bought the telephone line from the steel plant.
The telephone and number were also retained.
Everyone is especially grateful to Uncle Ma.
Once, Zhou Yi casually asked Uncle Ma why he paid for the phone himself, considering that phone bills were not cheap back then.
Uncle Ma said with a smile, "I'm just an old man. What's the point of keeping money? It's better to spend it where it should be spent. Besides, if I didn't have this phone, who would I talk to?"
Later Zhou Yi realized that for older people, especially lonely old men like Grandpa Ma, what they care about most is those few small talk.
This phone is more than just the contact information for many people.
It is also the spiritual pillar of Uncle Ma.
Many years later, Uncle Ma passed away, and the phone in the empty message room never rang again.
"Thank you, Uncle Ma."
Zhou Yi picked up the phone and asked, "I'm Zhou Yi. Who is this?"
"Hey, what took you so long to answer? No, today isn't Tuesday, why are you home?"
Zhou Jianye's voice muttered on the phone.
No wonder he called the switchboard room, Zhou Jianye didn’t know his new number.
"Uncle San, you called me and asked me why I was at home? Can we not be funny?"
Zhou Jianye on the other end of the phone slapped his forehead and said, "I was busy and forgot. I just sent the people away and called you anxiously. When you answered the phone, I remembered that you shouldn't be at work."
Zhou Yi finally understood how his third uncle had been cheated.
With this IQ, he was able to have a successful career and become a big boss. It really proves the saying: If you stand at the forefront of the times, even a pig can fly to the sky.
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