In the evening, it is the rush hour after work, and the passengers on the subway are rubbing shoulders one after another, usually at this time, it is a good time for otaku to obscene beautiful women on the subway, but the otaku in this carriage today did not even dare to raise their heads, only a few daring pretended to look around before daring to sneak their eyes on the woman for a moment. She just sat quietly like a lotus, dressed in plain clothes, green lotus flat cloth shoes, even if there was a pair of black-framed glasses on the bridge of her nose, she couldn't cover the face of the country and the city at all. She was holding a magazine in her hand, with the cover in English, and it was written journalofpersonalityandsocial psychology, which she had with her when she was flipping through the materials in the Peking University library in the morning, and took it on the plane and into the subway. From the moment she got on the subway, she just patiently looked at the world's most authoritative academic journal in psychology, which contained a new paper she collaborated with her supervisor on the topic "On the Impact of War Traumatic Aftermath on Veterans," an excerpt from her doctoral dissertation. Sometimes she smiles, sometimes she frowns, as if she is isolated from the world.

When she arrived, she suddenly raised her head, and in front of her stood an old woman who was picking up her grandson from school. She smiled slightly, and the whole carriage seemed to be brighter, and she got up and said, "Sit down."

The old woman was grateful, and hurriedly said to the child in her hand, "Thank you sister soon."

However, the little grandson who looked like five or six years old looked up at the woman who was shocked by the animals in the carriage, and asked with a smile, is my sister a fairy?

The woman smiled and put the magazine in the small green bag she carried with her, for some reason, the rustic military bag seemed to be more avant-garde and harmonious than the new arrivals of the season at Milan Fashion Week.

It's just that before the old woman could sit down, the seat she gave up was preempted by a couple who had just gotten on the bus. The young man in his early twenties, with a golden cockscomb, stud earrings and lip studs, looked very punk, and the little girl sitting on him was about eighteen #nine years old, with dyed green hair, heavy eye shadow, and shiny navel nails on her exposed navel.

The woman frowned slightly, and the old woman hurriedly persuaded her, don't sit down, don't sit down, let it be better for them.

The woman shook her head slightly, and said to the young man, getting up and giving up her seat, her voice as cold as autumn rain.

The punk young man looked up and saw the woman's Asgard Zhurui-like face, and he was slightly distracted.

The little girlfriend also raised her head, and gradually became filthy, and I don't know if it was because she was jealous, she pinched her boyfriend, and said unhappily, why let it?

The punk boyfriend didn't seem to dare to look at the woman anymore, so he had to turn his head away in embarrassment.

The woman smiled and asked again, really don't let it?

The punk little girlfriend didn't dare to look at the woman, so she just snorted and said, don't let it!

The woman was not angry, but smiled and moved the crossbody bag behind her, wiped a leather band from her wrist to tie her hair, and expertly tied her hair into a ponytail at the back of her head.

The next scene made the otaku in the carriage all enthusiastic.

The woman pulled the punk girl up from her seat with her left hand, and grabbed the young man's wrist with her right hand.

She frowned and said, respecting the old and loving the young is the basic etiquette learned in kindergarten, you forgot, I will help you review it again.

The little couple is annoyed and angry, and the punk woman yells at her boyfriend and pumps her!

The punk man was taken out like a chicken by the woman in front of everyone, and he felt that his face was dull, and his eyes were ruthless, so he wanted to do it.

The fairy-like woman smiled and said, if you really want to do it, the carriage is crowded, don't get in the way of others.

The punk man didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and slapped his backhand into the woman's face.

Seeing the man do it, no one in the carriage dared to stop it, and even left a small space for them to do it in the already crowded carriage, and the old woman also hurriedly pulled her little grandson, but was squeezed to the rear by the crowd.

All the otaku in the carriage were shocked: such a woman was humiliated, if the hero saved the beauty at this time, would it lead to a beautiful and beautiful love affair as said in the novel? It's just that the cattle who are destined to be otaku have no chance to play the mighty heroes of a sword and a whistling mountain lake.

The punk man waved his hands in shame, but was stunned halfway through. For some reason, his palm changed direction, and the slap that should have fallen on the woman's face fell on his little girlfriend's cheek.

In the carriage, only a few people with excellent eyesight and who had practiced Tai Chi saw that this good-looking woman was using the skill of pulling out thousands of pounds in four or two.

The punk little girlfriend who was stunned by the slap finally reacted, grabbed the young man and bit and kicked, scolding, why the fuck are you beating me, your brain is in water......

Everyone in the carriage was amused by the "performance" of the two of them, and the punk man looked at the woman with hatred and hatred, and threw down cruel words, count you as a kind!

coincided with the arrival of the subway, and the two got off the train and parted unhappily.

The grandparents and grandchildren came up again, and the old woman persuaded her, girl, if you are alone in the future, you should still do less with others. You are a girl's family, how can you suffer a loss?

The woman smiled and nodded silently.

At the next stop, she got off the subway, carrying an army-green bag and stepping on a pair of lotus-green flat shoes, through the subway exit, across the sidewalk, and through several traffic lights, and finally stopped in front of a building with a police # badge hanging over.

Master Liu, the old man in the communication room, had sharp eyes and took the initiative to run out and ask, girl, who are you looking for?

She said, I'm waiting for someone.

Master Liu said, the people here don't want to die if they work overtime, whoever you want, give me a name, and I'll give you an inside line.

She said, it doesn't matter, work is important, I'll just wait for him.

Old Master Liu boasted, what a good girl, now there are fewer and fewer beautiful and sensible girls like you.

She smiled, sat down on the bench by the door of the communication room, and pulled out the journal of psychology full of English and technical terms.

When night fell, Master Liu got off work at that time, and the communication room was replaced by Master Qi on duty.

Master Qi was afraid that the girl would lose her eyes, so he deliberately turned on an extra headlight that was not usually turned on.

At dinnertime, Master Qi brought a lunch box from home, and he wanted to ask the girl if she wanted to taste the craftsmanship of his wife, but he was worried that the girl would dislike the shabby food.

She raised her head, smiled and said, Master Qi, you can eat, don't worry about me.

Master Qi asked curiously, how did you guess that I was preparing to eat?

She smiled and said, "I studied psychology."

Master Qi asked, which school?

She shook her head and said, Beijing's.

Master Qi said, Beijing is good, there are good schools like Tsinghua University and Peking University.

She said that Jiang University is also good.

Master Qi looked at her for a moment before cautiously asking, "Which school are you in?"

She said casually, Peking University, she is about to finish her doctorate.

Master Qi, who originally wanted to praise his daughter who was studying for a master's degree at Jiang University, suddenly stood in awe, gave a thumbs up and said, I didn't expect the girl to be both good-looking.

She smiled and pointed to the building, asking, is it hard work here?

Master Qi, who was opening the lunch box, stopped what he was doing, gave a thumbs up and said, most of the people who work here are good men who pin their heads to the waistband of their trousers. But if you ask their family members, the reputation is far behind. In the early years, a girl dragged her child here to find her father, saying that the baby had not seen her father for half a year, and she wanted her father to think about it very much, but when the little baby met her father, she didn't recognize that this was her father. I said that I guess you don't know, it's Lao Huang who died when he went out on a mission half a year ago, an absolute good person, a good policeman, but he is not a good husband, nor a good father, no, he kicked his legs and left behind the orphans and widows. Girl, tell me about the work here, which can be summed up by a simple hard work.

She smiled, nodded, and said seriously, I understand. She truly understands that there is no precedent for white-haired people to send black-haired people in the army. When going out on a mission, it is not without cases of comrades-in-arms who were still alive one moment and fell in a pool of blood the next moment. Those comrades-in-arms have parents, relatives, friends, wives, husbands and children, and it is indeed not a hard work that can be summed up.

Master Qi also said that every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and as soon as Lao Huang leaves, his orphans and widows have to be bullied by others, but fortunately, I heard that a little tiger has come to their team recently, and his business ability is absolutely first-class, and he is also very upright.

There was more brilliance in her eyes, and she asked with a smile, Master Qi, little tiger?

Master Qi said, yes, you don't know, this is a well-known little tiger in our Jiangning police system, he has solved many big cases, sacrificed himself to save people, I heard about the international drug trafficking case that was solved during the New Year, this little tiger overturned the five good hands of the international drug lord with one shot, that is a magic gun, even our three teams of sharpshooter Wang Zhuo came back and admired himself. This is not bad, girl, I see that you are not a local, you should not know who Long Zhengqing is, that is how many old rivers and lakes have been in our Jiangning, known as the head of the underground organization, when you meet our little tiger, look, you can be arrested obediently.

The corners of her mouth were lightly raised, and she smiled more happily than others praised herself. She said, Master Qi, you praise him so much behind your back, does he know it?

Master Qi said that he heard that he is a very low-key person, and he doesn't care too much about what we people say behind our backs.

Her laughter was as nice as a silver bell.

She said, Master Wei, my husband is here.

After picking off the old mirror, Master Qi wanted to see what kind of divine could subdue such a goddess of the Asgard Palace, but when he looked up, he only saw a peach-blossom-eyed young man in uniform outside the window.

And he said, "Coming?"

She said, "Here we are."

Master Qi watched the two slowly disappear into the night arm in arm, and his mood was very comfortable for no reason, and the shabby bento made by the old woman was no less delicious than the delicacies of the mountains and seas.

While eating, Master Qi hummed a little tune......

"Silver armor and green clothes, horses roar. Thousands of miles of lonely moonlight, how to take the north as a home, bare gall for the country's head throwing, iron and blood are burning, drums and battlefields Dan heart, and now the national shame is still not snowing, red cheeks, pink smile, heart of male children, women heroes carved poems with blood, a song elegy to sacrifice red face. ”