The sun rises and sets, bustling.

For the vast majority of people in this world, the sun goes down just means that an ordinary day has passed, but for Cui Yingbo, whose son was arrested, it is tantamount to squatting on the fire pit all the time.

It's hard to sit still!

Even if the police have told him that his son Cui Jiashu should be fine, it is related to the murder case after all, and the extent to which this is not a big deal is really debatable.

What's more, whose children are distressed, locked up in that kind of place, how can a father really be at ease.

But Cui Yingbo still didn't run to the criminal police team again, it was his face that caused trouble, and if he really went again, it was nothing more than to make trouble for others and himself.

Cui Yingbo is well aware of the power of those pervasive reporters, and he will never take it lightly, after all, the lessons of the past are still vivid.

Similarly, Choi Young-bak did not go to the commendation symposium.

It was indeed an occasion to show his face, which to a certain extent meant that the official seal was recognized, and no matter how many people wanted to, they couldn't squeeze in.

But he is no longer young and does not have such a strong sense of dedication, so he does it and throws his son aside.

Even if he was just stupidly waiting, Choi Young-bak still chose to lock himself in the house and put down all his recent schedules.

All day, without a drop of water, Cui Yingbo sat quietly on the sofa, staring directly at the mobile phone screen.

From 8 o'clock in the morning to now, the mobile phone has rang 33 times, work, social... There are also greetings from Cui Jing and several people, but there is no news from the police.

Restlessness, restlessness, all kinds of negative emotions continue to accumulate and spread in the bottom of my heart.

"Dangdang, dang..."

At this moment, the mobile phone screen lit up, and the system's built-in ringtone rang again.

Cui Yingbo's reaction was as fast as eight o'clock in the morning, and he didn't even have time to look at the caller ID, so he picked up the phone from the desktop like lightning.

Unfortunately, it's not the police force.

Ex-wife...

Choi Young-bak couldn't help but feel disappointed.

It seems that this woman living abroad finally saw the news of her son's arrest.

It was Cui Yingbo who left a message to inform it, which is also the right to know as a mother.

The expected quarrels and complaints swept in, no different from many years ago, Cui Yingbo only felt very tired, and finally took the initiative to hang up the phone.

A wave of hunger hit, Choi Young-bak shook his drowsy head, and finally decided to get himself something to eat, at this moment, he couldn't let himself fall.

A few minutes later, placing a simple egg fried rice and a cup of hot milk on the coffee table, Choi Young-bak looked at the time, and at 7:03 p.m., he habitually turned on the TV.

As soon as the picture lit up, a familiar voice came from it, and the standard and stylized language seemed to be particularly reassuring at the moment.

There is really no other TV to watch during this time period, and this tenacious show is complained about by the big guys on weekdays, but if it really doesn't broadcast one day, I'm afraid many people will feel that something is missing in their lives, and Cui Yingbo is one of them.

While eating, it doesn't matter what is said inside, what you want is this atmosphere.

Cui Yingbo was eating fried rice while chewing wax, and suddenly, the sentence "Today, the 14th Commendation Symposium for the 'Five One Project' of Spiritual Civilization Construction was held in Beijing" attracted his attention.

Choi Young-bak couldn't help but look up at the TV, and after the announcer quoted, the screen shifted to the venue.

Today's meeting was broadcast on the news, yes, it was broadcast normally, so it's strange that the news of such a big meeting is not broadcast.

"XXX was present and spoken, he pointed out... Emphasis..."

"It fully affirms the achievements made in the construction of spiritual civilization and places ardent hopes on the vast number of literary and artistic workers, providing us with an important guideline for doing a good job in literary and artistic work under the new situation..."

Very good, still familiar melody.

The camera swept from the audience, and gave a few close-ups to the participants of the propaganda front in various places, and after seeing a few familiar literary and artistic interface holes, Cui Yingbo couldn't help but feel a little regretful in his heart.

Even when he was in the limelight, he had never received such official recognition, and he couldn't be there in person this time... It's a shame.

"At the meeting, 16 advanced units of organizational work and 67 award-winning works were commended, and some award-winning representatives spoke..."

Just when Cui Yingbo was about to continue to bury his head in eating, a shot of "some award-winning representatives speaking" made him stunned, and his hand holding chopsticks was stagnant in mid-air and motionless.

The young man in a police uniform, standing behind the podium and talking eloquently, why did he look so familiar?

Although the camera only flashed by for a few seconds, the not-so-huge 65-inch TV picture was enough for Choi Young-bak to see clearly.

Isn't this the guy I met on the plane yesterday???

How did he end up here?

Of course, Cui Yingbo has not forgotten what kind of program this is, news broadcast!

So for a person he casually met actually appeared in this picture, Cui Yingbo felt very absurd, even if the camera was only a few seconds!

But after the picture calmed down, Cui Yingbo felt that he was making a big fuss.

People admitted that they were insiders yesterday, and as a conference to commend literary and artistic workers, it is logical to appear here?

"He said he was singing, so...", Choi Young-bak recalled the list of winners in the song category.

Although there are a total of 67 award-winning works, it is impossible for Cui Yingbo to remember all of them, but it is naturally impossible for him not to pay attention to the ten award-winning works in the song category.

What's more, five of the ten songs are written and sung by the same person, Min Xue, excluding his own one, there are only four songs to remember.

However, after thinking about it, Cui Yingbo was even more confused.

Although the singer of the remaining four songs, Choi Yingbo, is not all familiar with him, two of them are well-known seniors in the industry, and the person on TV is obviously impossible.

He's not sure about the remaining two, but the names should be women...

Of course, Chinese characters are broad and profound, and they look like female names, but they are not necessarily women, Cui Yingbo reluctantly gave himself an explanation.

However, to be able to win such an award at such a young age, and to be able to speak as a representative, there is no doubt about the excellence of this young man, and Cui Yingbo couldn't help but blush for his "extra move" on the plane.

I'm afraid that what I think of as "exhortation" is more like a joke in the eyes of others, right? No wonder the young man became less talkative after that...

Cui Yingbo reflected on himself, and his mind couldn't help but flash the TV picture just now.

Wait, no!

Cui Yingbo suddenly thought, the young man just now, it seems to be wearing a police uniform?

So, he's not an insider? What he said on the plane was a lie?

No, no, what's the need for that?

Star... The police...

When these two words appeared repeatedly in his mind, Cui Yingbo couldn't help but pat his thigh hard, and finally reacted.

Min Xue!

He is Min Xue!

That's right, in Huaxia, there is only one way that can link these two unrelated careers!

With this in mind, everything fell into place.

One person monopolizes half of the list of winners in the singing category, if such a person can't speak as a representative of the winners, who else is eligible?!

Such a simple and direct answer made Cui Yingbo laugh at his sluggishness and arrogance.

At that time, I didn't trust my predecessor's identity, even if I asked someone's name, I wouldn't be so ashamed today.

Judging people by appearance, preconceived, everyone knows that this concept is unacceptable, however, it is easier said than done...