Chapter 196 Honors
Lights are hanging high on the celebration stage.
Guan Yingjun broke Jian Ruochen's fantasy of eating a bowl of fish by himself amid the singing and dancing: "Go back."
Jian Ruochen pursed his lips and sighed regretfully.
The singing and dancing celebration lasted for a full hour. After it ended, the two went to the Daxian Temple to watch the lantern parade.
Jian Ruochen was wearing a very decent suit today. He had taken off his coat and vest, and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a jade-like forearm.
The bodyguards disappeared into the crowd and surrounded them steadily.
When passing by the entrance of the Daxian Temple, Jian Ruochen took a few small fireworks in his hands. When the dragon dance team holding the dragon head passed by, they could borrow fire from the shirtless dragon guide holding a torch.
Jian Ruochen smiled and squeezed into the crowd, holding the railing with one hand and leaning half of his body out to ask for fire. His abdomen was also resting on the guardrail, the firelight was reflected on his face, making the joy on his face mottled and blurred. At first glance, he looked like a little fairy with dazzling brilliance and peerless appearance who had secretly come down to earth to play.
Guan Yingjun couldn't help but reach out and hold his lower back.
After Jian Ruochen borrowed the light, he immediately retreated to protect the small firework, and said with a smile: "Hurry up and take one, it's about to explode."
Guan Yingjun took one and looked at the long dragon lantern with Jian Ruochen in his arms. The fireworks soon lit up with golden light, which was imprinted on their cheeks.
Guan Yingjun looked at Jian Ruochen, who was smiling widely, and was distracted for a moment.
Jian Ruochen is always energetic and cheerful, just like the sun. He was 26 years old when he met Jian Ruochen, and now five years have passed.
Neither of them really likes to celebrate birthdays, so they have almost no sense of age. At this moment, Guan Yingjun remembered that Jian Ruochen was only 24 years old, and he was already 31 years old.
"What's wrong?" After the long fireworks were over and the dragon lantern just moved away, Jian Ruochen turned around and looked at Guan Yingjun.
Before anyone could say anything, a bell rang.
It is so long and lasting that time seems to have stopped in this long bell sound.
Then two more bells rang.
"It's 3 o'clock." Guan Yingjun said.
Few people know that there is a bell in the Daxian Temple because most of the time the bell does not ring.
It seems that if gods really exist, they would be happy today too.
"Go home and sleep." Guan Yingjun whispered.
Jian Ruochen was still not satisfied and said, "There's also a lion dance later."
"There will be an award ceremony tomorrow morning." Guan Yingjun said as he hugged the man and walked away.
Jian Ruo swallowed and was stunned.
The bodyguards are still around!
He lowered his hand and tapped Guan Yingjun's back, and after just two movements, he received a slap on the buttocks, neither light nor heavy.
"Don't move."
Jian Ruochen's face turned red instantly because of the blood congestion from hanging upside down on Guan Yingjun's shoulder.
The people were all watching the lion dance, and no one paid attention to this place except the bodyguard who was only concerned about his employer's safety.
Jian Ruochen was put into the car and went home safely to wash up and go to bed.
When it's late at night and everyone is asleep, people's desires are always magnified infinitely.
Jian Ruochen tossed and turned for a while, and finally couldn't help but hold Guan Yingjun's hand and rolled into his arms, "I want to eat chopped pepper fish head."
As he spoke, his Adam's apple rolled. He raised his eyes and stared at Guan Yingjun's eyes that were open in the dark.
"Chopped pepper fish head, spicy vermicelli with garlic and scallops, and spicy crab." Jian Ruochen rubbed against Guan Yingjun and lay on him. After thinking for a while, he raised his upper eyelids and looked at him pitifully. His cheek was pressed against his shoulder, and his hot breath was on his neck when he spoke. "I won't eat too much. I'll just take one or two bites of each. It won't affect my eyes."
Guan Yingjun's breathing became disordered, and when he opened his eyes, his gaze was burning.
He clamped Jian Ruochen's waist with one hand, lifted him up with one hand, kissed him on the forehead, and swallowed all the words that came out of his mouth.
Jian Ruo was stunned. He took advantage of Guan Yingjun's time to take a breath and tried to turn over and get out of bed.
Just as he made a move, a strong arm pulled him back. Guan Yingjun's voice was inexplicably low and hoarse, "Hook me?"
"I didn't... well."
Jian Ruochen didn't even finish his sentence. He felt dizzy and out of breath from the kiss.
"I'll ask the cook to make it for you tomorrow." Guan Yingjun kissed him enough, patted his lower back and said, "Legs."
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The next day, Jian Ruochen stared at Guan Yingjun dimly, and was relieved to see that he had indeed ordered dishes from the chef, and lied to Luo Binwen's questioning gaze that he wanted to eat.
At 10 a.m. on July 2, the first honors and titles awarding ceremony was organized by the SAR government and held at Government House.
The platform for awarding honors was temporarily built inside the Government House. A long, soft red carpet was laid on the ground, and your heels felt like they were sinking into it when you stepped on it.
White plastic chairs were neatly arranged in the viewing area, and by the time Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun arrived, a sea of people were already sitting there.
Le Jinwen was already sitting in the first row. He turned around after hearing what the person next to him said. Seeing the two people standing together, his eyes lit up, he raised his wrist and waved, mouthing: "Come and sit."
Jian Ruochen walked over. He accidentally kicked the seam between the carpet and staggered.
He was able to stand firmly thanks to Guan Yingjun's help.
He glared at Guan Yingjun silently: "You pushed so hard yesterday that I couldn't walk steadily."
Guan Yingjun said softly: "You were obviously very happy at that time..."
Jian Ruochen's eyes turned sharp and Guan Yingjun immediately shut up.
The two walked up to Le Jinwen, who was showing off his successor and nephew to others: "...Yes, young people nowadays are very smart. I think I can retire. I can work for another five years and get more pension?...Forget it, I still want to spend more time with my wife. It's hard for two policemen in a family to have free time."
"Hey, my nephew? He's not that type! Look at his face!"
Everyone around Le Jinwen turned to look at Guan Yingjun, only to see that his face was as pale as snow, his expression was indifferent, and he was sitting with drooping eyelids on a plastic chair with the three big characters "Guan Yingjun" labeled on it. His movements were filled with four big words: No need for greetings.
If expressions could swear, it would be: Don't bother me.
Everyone looked away and patted Le Jinwen on the shoulder to comfort him: "Indeed."
"But the apprentice you found is not bad. He is also Li Changyu's student. It is said that Li Changyu mentioned him in a lecture two days ago..."
Jian Ruochen didn't hear what was said next. He was called away by the staff of Protocol House and a gold clip for holding the medal ribbon was pinned on the side of the collar of his suit.
The staff member said, "When your name is called, go up on stage. The first Chief Executive will present you with the award. All you have to do is shake hands, stand and wait for someone to put the medal on you, then turn around, stand at attention for photos and then leave the stage from the other side. It will be over very quickly, and then the Chief Executive will give a speech."
"Yeah." Jian Ruochen nodded.
"Is Guan Yingjun with you? Why doesn't he come to wear it?" The staff member leaned over to look. When he saw Guan Yingjun's face clearly, he was silent for a moment and put the golden clip in Jian Ruochen's hand, "Sir Jian, since he is not coming, please help him."
It was too serious and he didn't dare to go.
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "Okay."
He walked back to Guan Yingjun's side, turned up the man's collar in full view of everyone, inserted the gold clip into it, and fastened it with a small lock.
Guan Yingjun raised his chin slightly to facilitate his movements, his eyelids drooped, and all the coldness in his body disappeared.
While putting it on, Jian Ruochen repeated to Guan Yingjun exactly what the staff said. At the end, he reminded him, "Remember to smile. Don't keep a straight face. We need to take pictures."
Guan Yingjun hummed, his eyes like ice and snow just melting, filled with gentle love.
Many people's eyes linger here, but in this world of fame and fortune where connections are everywhere, everyone is greeting old friends whom they only see a few times a year.
Some new business tycoons who had only risen to prominence a few years ago no longer had any intention of approaching and greeting Jian Ruochen after seeing how he treated Guan Yingjun.
Anyway, Jian Ruochen is not involved in business competition, and there is a demon god beside him. They have gotten to this point, so they won’t be so tactless as to come forward and cause trouble when they see this.
Before the ceremony began, the audience was silent and sang the national anthem.
Jian Ruochen sang openly this time, unlike when he was in police academy, where he could only lip-sync while staring at the British flag.
Guan Yingjun listened silently. Jian Ruochen usually liked to hum randomly when he was happy, and sometimes he was not in tune. He didn't expect that it would sound so good when he really sang it.
He listened carefully and felt that he had mastered it all. He was willing to sing along next time.
The first award was the Grand Bauhinia Medal. There were a total of fifteen recipients, ranked according to age.
Jian Ruochen is the youngest and ranks last.
When the concierge called his name, he stood up and walked up the right staircase to the head of the Special Administrative Region and shook hands with the man's outstretched hand.
The young man's palms were burning hot, which made the leader slightly stunned and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously. He turned sideways to pick up the medal from the tray, leaned over to put it on Jian Ruochen's chest, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Everyone has high hopes for you, do a good job."
"I will." Jian Ruochen agreed firmly.
The two turned to face the camera and the lights flashed, freezing the moment.
Afterwards, Le Jinwen went on stage to receive the Medal of Honor, and Guan Yingjun received the Gold Bauhinia Star.
Although the Gold Bauhinia Star is one level below the Grand Bauhinia Medal, it is the highest honor a police officer can receive.
The star does not have to be awarded posthumously, but few police officers survive to receive it.
After the commendation ceremony, the Government House prepared a luncheon. Jian Ruochen stood and socialized for a while, but soon became tired. There was an appointment ceremony in the afternoon, and he could not leave yet, so he had to take a small cake and rest in the tea party area.
The blueberries on the cake were pickled with honey and tasted so-so. Jian Ruochen looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he stuffed it into Guan Yingjun's mouth.
Guan Yingjun had a light taste, and after eating it, he felt it was too sweet, so he had to drink an extra glass of water. He didn't complain at all, just looked at Jian Ruochen with a smile, stretched out his hand and pinched the red mole on the tip of his ear, "You're going to be the number one brother soon, how do you feel?"
Jian Ruochen was in a trance for a while, "It feels like a lifetime ago, it's beyond my expectations."
Looking back now, it seems like the time travel happened just yesterday. When he first came here, he thought there were no police in this world.
Think……
If he wanted to go back to his old job, he would have to rebuild the police station.
At that time, he tried desperately to hold on to some identity and relationships related to his previous life, and did not want to completely become "Jian Ruochen" and forget himself.
Later... I met Guan Yingjun, Zhang Xingzong and those lovely colleagues.
This is not a street novel, this is the real world, and every person has flesh and blood.
Except for the main characters whose lines are more explosive, everyone else's lines are pretty normal.
If you think about it carefully, he has taken every step down to earth.
It was beyond his expectation that he could be the boss now.
Even if the leaders in the mainland expressed their attitude, he still felt that he had to wait until he was 30 years old.
In this industry, seniority is important, and the older you are, the more popular you are.
He has achieved enough, but he is obviously too young.
Jian Ruochen thought hesitantly that it was probably because the donated money was too much and they didn't want anything, so the mainland elders were not at ease, so they tried to force the money back in another way.
As the saying goes, there is a kind of need that your mother feels you want.
If he could choose when traveling through a book, would he still choose to come here?
He couldn't bear to leave Guan Yingjun, Luo Binwen and others.
He has a home here too.
Jian Ruochen thought so, picked up a strawberry cake and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Brother Yi... can do more things, and you don't have to be so restrained in the future."
Guan Yingjun smiled.
No matter how Jian Ruochen's identity changes, he is always sincere, frank and high-spirited, as if he always has the youthfulness of being 19 years old and showing off his skills in the police station.
July 2, 1997.
Three thirty in the afternoon.
The sun is shining brightly outside the Government House.
Kan Ruo-shen was appointed by the Chief Executive of the Hong Kong Special Administrative Region to take over all of Le Kim-man's work and became the youngest Commissioner of Police.
Not only him but also several other young people took over today.
The man who took over as vice president of the Chamber of Commerce looked only 20 years old, younger than him.
Le Jinwen came on stage and personally put the epaulettes on Jian Ruochen's police uniform. Under the light, the epaulettes sparkled brightly.
"Do a good job. The safety of Hong Kong is in your hands." Le Jinwen saluted him.
"Yes sir." Jian Ruochen returned the greeting.
This was the last time that Le Jinwen saluted in public as the "big brother". It was also the first time that Jian Ruochen returned a gift in public as the Commissioner of Police.
He thought he would be very happy, but in fact he was extremely calm.
When Jian Ruochen turned around and looked at the audience, there was not even a trace of joy on his face, and the epaulettes on his shoulders seemed to have a thousand pounds of weight.
At this moment, he truly felt the significance of this burden.
When the succession ceremony of the Commissioner of Police ended, all the business elites and the chambers of commerce that had laundered their wealth knew that the era of the triads was truly over.
From now on, Hong Kong will officially enter a society governed by law.
They knew very well how determined this man was in fighting drug abuse.
Jian Ruochen is in charge of the overall planning, while Guan Yingjun is able to control Hong Kong's intelligence and has a far-sighted vision.
Any illegal or disciplinary behavior will become the performance of the ICAC and the Police Force.
In order to avoid them, some wealthy businessmen even sent their drug-addicted sons abroad before the new law came into effect. Some even completely severed ties with their rebellious sons.
From now on, Hong Kong will see all industries flourish, it will be as stable as a mountain, and its people will live in peace and security.
Jian Ruochen walked to Guan Yingjun's side wearing new epaulettes.
Their fingers hung at their sides and accidentally touched.
Jian Ruochen raised her little finger and rubbed the back of the man's hand.
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and held his hand silently, just like every time in the past five years.
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