Today is Wednesday, and it is a special day for Zhang Mian.

According to the decision of the Municipal Bureau, every Wednesday is the day when Zhang Mian goes to work at the police station of the University of Coal Industry.

The police station has been established for more than a month, the police station is on the first floor of the graduate dormitory of the school, there are more than 100 square meters, and it is a high-standard police station integrating traffic police, entry and exit, household registration and other businesses, and it is also a pilot to solve the last kilometer of police force.

Zhang Mian has been a community police officer at the university for more than three years, so he is fortunate to be a part of this police station, handling household registration business for teachers and students of the school.

Yesterday on duty, when he was sleeping, Zhang Mian found that the air conditioner in the dormitory was broken, which was an old-fashioned cabinet machine, which was too old to verify.

The first time you see it, you must be impressed by its retro beige color, but in fact, it leaves the factory in a regular white color.

I didn't dwell on why the air conditioner didn't work anymore, I leaned on the bed and read a few pages of "Selected Modern Poetry" published in 2001, but I didn't pay attention to a single word of the poem.

Zhang Mian is all concerned about the age of the poet's author, how old they should be alive now, and whether they should be alive or not.

Is this an innovation in reading poetry, and it goes directly to the essence of life.

When Zhang Mian was in a particularly bad mood and couldn't solve it, he thought about the question of life and death, and the ancients could think of countless philosophers.

Zhang Mian doesn't have such a big artistic conception, thinking that everyone else is dead, and he can still live for a long time, when he reaches this realm, he can give birth to a trace of comfort.

He can only reach the realm where everything is trivial except life and death.

I only took off my coat, curled up and fell asleep unconsciously.

When I opened my eyes, it was already 7:10, I opened the curtains, there was no imaginary expanse, there was no snow last night, and in recent days, everyone in the institute was tormented by when the first snow fell, and Zhang Mian was tortured by the torture in one fell swoop.

Lying on the bed, I told Deputy Director Xu, who was on duty on the next shift, that the air conditioner was broken.

As a result, he replied that he was fat and not afraid of freezing.

Fat, and this feature.

Zhang Mian remembers that when he was a child, the big fat pigs in the pigsty in winter were also afraid of the cold, and they were reluctant to stretch their necks when eating, for fear that the cool breeze would pour into their stomachs.

Well, he's the deputy director, and he's what he says, so leave the problem to the next shift.

When getting dressed, Zhang Mian found it difficult to clench his right hand into a fist, and after a while, he called muscle weakness, and if he continued to develop, he would be like a scientist named Hawking, who could only blink his eyes in a wheelchair.

After eating a few steamed buns and drinking a bowl of oil tea in the office, I felt a little better, and Zhang Mian didn't think about any muscle weakness and whether he was unable to sit in a wheelchair.

Put on leather gloves, pull the zipper down at the top, and ride a battery car all the way to the police station for 30 yards.

The sky is really cold, there are not many pedestrians on the road, the tall trees on both sides of the Huaihe Avenue except for the ginkgo tree on the tip of the tree have a few ginkgo leaves that have not yet fallen, the other trees are all depressed, some unknown birds fly from one treetop to another, looking for early bugs.

"The golden hook is better than the eighth, the golden hook is the eighth floor" facing the wind, Zhang Mian recited the Latin name of the ginkgo biloba like a mantra, which is also the Latin name of the few trees that he can remember when he is studying the course of gardening.

Zhang Mian really can't be blamed for this, the teacher who teaches landscape architecture doesn't speak Mandarin very standardly, and it is estimated that the Latin pronunciation taught is not standard.

At this time, Anhui Agricultural University, located at No. 130 Changjiang West Road, Hefei, should have fallen the leaves of the two rows of plane trees on both sides of Nanmen Road, and the two begonias in front of the first teaching building should be a sea of flowers.

Anhui Agricultural University is Zhang Mian's first university, when he was admitted to the school's undergraduate major in landscape architecture, only two years of study, is an out-and-out dropout, the specific reason may be mentioned later.

Maybe not, who knows what will happen in the future.

This time, it took 15 minutes to get from the station to the police station, which was 3 minutes longer than last time.

My ears were uncomfortable being blown by the phoenix all the way, so I was considering buying an ear cover.

Ear cover is the kind of ear cover, like headphones, there are long hairs on the side of the ear to keep warm, ear cover is the saying of Zhangjia Village people.

When Zhang Mian brought it for the first time, he firmly believed that the person who invented it must have a pair of beautiful ears, and he did not allow it to be frozen by the cold wind.

This is a great invention for the ear, and should be remembered by the world as much as the inventor of the underwear, and it is best to write it in a book.

Xiao Li, a resident auxiliary police officer stationed at the police station, has arrived, Xiao Li is one year younger than Zhang Mian, has an 11-year-old son at home, and her husband is working in other places, so he has a good voice.

"I haven't seen you for a week, why are the leaves of the happy tree all wilted." Zhang Mian parked the battery car and saw the happiness tree hanging down as soon as he entered the door, as if he didn't welcome himself.

"I told Director Yuan of the Security Department that it was going to die, and you can't blame me for it."

"Don't blame anyone, blame me, today I will accompany you to suck formaldehyde to nourish your stomach."

"Say that angry thing."

"It's a popular phrase right now." Zhang Mian took off his jacket and changed into a police uniform, and turned on the computer to read the information on the substation's webpage.

Because the police station has just been established, the publicity is not very good, and the business volume is very small.

Sent away the Double Eleven, and today ushered in the Double Twelve, Zhang Mian and Xiao Li said a few words, and she finished her work and went shopping wholeheartedly.

Next time, I must bring a book, the sun shines into the office hall from the outside, shining on the dying tree of happiness, and not reading a book completely lives up to the winter sun.

At around 10 o'clock, Zhang Mian's father called and asked Zhang Mian to contact his cousin, who works in the city, to talk about something.

At 11:30, Zhang Mian's cousin and Zhang Mian's father and son met in the square.

Because his father was coming, he was in a bit impetuous, and after reading a few notices from the city bureau, Zhang Mian needed to write a publicity briefing according to the notice.

Zhang Mian is not only a community police officer but also responsible for the propaganda in the office, a community police officer has done the work of the internal work of materials, and there are few people in the city who do this.

Director Zhang, the leader of the institute, said that Zhang Mian was a talent.

What he said is not wrong, stupid material, once in a century, is a chicken but learns to cry a duck.

At half past eleven, Zhang Mian met his father and cousin in the square, his father was over sixty years old, wearing a black trench coat, his mental state was average, and his newly dyed hair roots had already revealed their background color, which was particularly dazzling in the sun.

Father is old.

Take one change a week for aging.

It's a painful thing that can't be changed.

found a restaurant nearby, Zhang Mian ordered a few home-cooked dishes that his father liked to eat, poured a cup of tea for his father and cousin, and then closed the door and let his father talk to his cousin.

When he was about to finish eating, Zhang Mian went out of the box to settle the bill, stood at the door of the hotel and looked at the sky blankly, after a few minutes, Zhang Mian's father walked up to Zhang Mian and said what had happened recently, basically his father was talking, Zhang Mian was listening.

Zhang Mian didn't care how much his father could do or how much money he earned.

His father didn't make a lot of money when he was young, and he was unwilling to be old enough, since he liked to be busy, let him be.

Now no matter what Zhang Mian's father says, unless it is outrageously wrong, Zhang Mian will not refute him.

Last year, when Zhang Mian's father was about to celebrate the New Year, he said to Zhang Mian that when he earned money, he would buy a Mercedes-Benz car for Zhang Mian.

He said that he was happy, then he was happy with him, his father is old and young, he is no longer the omnipotent father in Zhang Mian's eyes when he was a child, Zhang Mian is actually his reliance now.

Zhang Mian really owes too much to the old man in front of him, he didn't listen to his advice at the beginning, and now he has an unhappy marriage and has not been freed for a long time.

If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you.

Zhang Mian is not afraid of suffering, but now his parents are deeply affected, which makes them extremely sad about their own affairs.

One of his father's front teeth had fallen out, and a shadow was formed in his mouth when he spoke, and Zhang Mian did not dare to look at his father head-on, his father was far more haggard than he imagined.

For many sleepless nights, Zhang Mian wanted to quit his job and stay in Zhangjia Village to take care of his elderly parents.

If this is the case, Zhang Mian's parents would rather die than let Zhang Mian do this.

Love is downward.

I remember seeing a program on TV that said that there was a kind of fish that rode thousands of miles to meet their tails, and after completing this mission, they would soon die quietly.

There is not a single respite between reproduction and death.

Fortunately, Zhang Mian still has time, what a fortunate thing.

Zhang Jian's parents watched Zhang Miansheng, but unfortunately Zhang Mian couldn't watch them die.

Zhang Mian sent his father and cousin away, and was in a trance at the door of the small restaurant, so after thinking about it, he called Fang Wei to pick him up at the hotel.

"Brother Yu, you're in a bad mood." Fang Wei parked the car, got out of the car and looked at Zhang Mian who was in a daze at the door of the small restaurant.

"Nothing, send me to the University of Coal Industry." Zhang Mian got into the car.

"I'll ask you to soak your feet."

"There's no need to waste money."

"Then go take a bath and lie down for a while." Seeing that Zhang Mian didn't speak, Fang Wei hit the steering wheel and went to a bathhouse on the street.

The bathhouse is open to the people nearby, the bath ticket is 7 yuan, and the back rubbing and smashing the back are 5 yuan, and the price is relatively close to the people at present.

After taking a bath, Zhang Mian put on his clothes and lay on the bench in the hall of the bathhouse, which was air-conditioned, and the water vapor evaporated from the pool was not cold at all.

In the sound of advertisements on the TV, the scolding of adults to children, the sound of smashing backs, the sound of talking, and all kinds of indescribable mixed sounds, Zhang Mian actually fell asleep.

Nothing makes you forget your troubles more than falling asleep.

"Brother Yu, get up, it's two o'clock, I'll send you to school." Fang Wei pushed Zhang Mian awake.

In about ten minutes, I arrived at the school gate.

"When you get off work, I'll pick you up, and I'll go to eat pot chicken with Brother Tao and them in the evening." Before leaving, Fang Wei said.

"No, I was on duty yesterday, and today I'll go home and get a good night's sleep."

Seeing that Zhang Mian said resolutely, Fang Wei was not reluctant, and drove the car away with one foot of the accelerator.

Next to the graduate dormitory is a playground where more than a dozen students practice volleyball, with happy smiles on their faces.

Zhang Mian saw that it was not time to go to work, so he sat on the stairs of the dormitory entrance door, watching the volleyball bounce up and down on their youthful arms, and the volleyball that bounced into the air was crossed by the sun.

After watching it for a while, in addition to feeling their invincible youth, they were sad that their bodies had gone downhill, and they had a cold for more than ten days, and they still didn't get better.

Change clothes, turn on the computer, and make it at your desk, with a work sign with a photo and a police number on the window counter.

In this police station, the window is independent, he and Xiao Li are in charge, computers, printers, and contact cards printed with their names and contact information are all available, which is much more magnificent than the square office space he has in the police station.

Zhang Mian felt like a charlatan in the police station, and he became an attending physician at the police station.

In the afternoon, I perfected some basic ledgers, wrote a work summary, and it was time to get off work as soon as I raised my eyes.

Zhang Mian felt tightness in his chest, the smell of formaldehyde in the house was still very strong, and he would come to accompany Xiao Li to suck formaldehyde next Wednesday

When I went back, the sun had already set, and I ate a bowl of Lanzhou ramen in the second phase of the community.

The boss is a bearded man in his forties, in fact, he is not from Lanzhou at all, not even from Gansu, authentic Qinghai.

After eating the noodles, it was already completely dark, and after walking around the community twice, I sat next to the artificial lake in the community and watched the lights print upside down in the water.

I thought about it for a while, but unfortunately when I got up, I was interrupted by the music of the aunt who was dancing in the square next to me, and I forgot all the things I just thought.

Let's think about it tomorrow night.

Maybe the thought just now slipped into the water inadvertently when Zhang Mian got up, and Zhang Mian didn't notice a trace of ripples.

When I got home, I turned on the air conditioner and also turned on the computer.

Playing the radio on your phone, typing the words in the company of oldies.

"Time passes, we have inadvertently come to the present, only the old songs remain in the past years, allowing us to experience a beautiful mood of no regrets at the moment of sudden retrospect......"