When I woke up, it was already 7:50, there was no police last night, I escaped a catastrophe, there were no dark circles, but I still felt very tired, I really wanted to sleep for three days and three nights.

When brushing his teeth, the long-lost sunlight sprinkled on the spacious yard, on the blue colored steel tiles of the police-civilian joint investigation room, on the two luxuriant magnolias, and on Zhang's lazy face......

Since the beginning of the New Year, the weather has been gloomy for half a month, and today finally ushered in a sunny day, maybe I have been waiting for a long time, maybe I have been used to the gloomy weather, Zhang Mian actually did not imagine the joy.

At least he should have outstretched his arms to give the sun a hug, maybe he should have whistled at the sky, maybe he should have given a smile to a stranger.

He didn't, he just stood on the balcony on the second floor, indifferently looking at the world under the sun, indifferent.

Happiness comes too late, and it brings only comfort, not excitement.

The morning was busy, and by the time I sat down to take a breath and drink tea, it was already half past eleven. Boil water, put a little osmanthus in the tea, when you drink the aroma into the heart and spleen, even rhinitis can not be stopped.

Every autumn, the two osmanthus trees in front of the Xincheng Police Station are like a competition to see who blooms more and blooms thickly. Zhang Mian also cut a few osmanthus flowers last year and put them in the mineral water bottle in the living room, and suddenly he could smell the fragrance.

The fragrance of osmanthus is so simple and so far-reaching, just like a simple girl with big eyes.

What's even more amazing is that the osmanthus can bloom again after thanking, as if to give people a chance to miss it.

If love is to be like osmanthus, how good it would be to have one more chance.

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After lunch, Director Xu was fiddling with the one-meter-tall Happy Tree he bought from the nursery in his office on the first floor.

"Let's go to the third floor and pound my legs."

"No, on duty." After saying that, he kicked and tossed the soil in the pot.

When he went upstairs, Zhang Mian also planned to buy potted plants to serve, thinking that there were already several pots that had withered and died in his hands.

Yew, pothos, and four seasons laurel, these can still forgive themselves, and after a few pots of succulents knew that the owner was themselves, they also committed suicide in despair.

When I was taking a nap, I looked through the newly bought poems, and when I read the fourth short story, I felt sleepy.

"Lao Zhang, you are so amazing, you started snoring when you looked at the book one second ago, and then tilted your head one second." Teacher Su (who used to be a teacher) said when he folded the quilt.

The sun shines through the windows, and the dust in the air is like piles of mosquitoes flying in the fields in summer.

Zhang Mian's cry probably disturbed him, and when Yang was on duty, he was no longer resting on the third floor, saying that Zhang Mian's snoring was too loud.

This made Zhang Mian blame himself and helpless, from a thin teenager to a pot-bellied uncle, from quiet as a dream to snoring.

Time is not only a pig-killing knife, but also a scalpel, and the two knives cut Zhang Mian's flesh and blood into a blur, and everyone is disgusted.

Zhang Mu sat on the edge of the bed and sighed softly.

He also doesn't like his current self, his current self is dull, just like the weather in the previous half month, no wonder Zhang Mian was not happy when the sun came out, and his heart was also dull.

As in those gray weather, the vibrant colors fade in the humid world.

In the afternoon, the institute invited a former fugitive expert to give a lecture. This Officer Zhou is already on the second line, so let's call him Lao Zhou.

I knew him when Zhang Mian first joined the work, when Lao Zhou was the director of a police station and Zhang Mian was an investigator of a criminal police team.

When he was the director, he worked passionately, and in 64 months, he arrested 66 fugitives, which is really admirable.

During Lao Zhou's lecture, Zhang Mian sat opposite him, Lao Zhou was old, and only occasionally said that he was excited, so that he could vaguely see the shadow of his turbulent years.

Lao Zhou's lecture in this class is really good, and there are a lot of dry goods.

The only downside was that the lecture that was originally scheduled for two hours lasted for almost three hours, and many colleagues who were waiting for the bus were restless during the overtime, as if hemorrhoids had recurred.

Lao Zhou is old, Zhang Mian is also on the way to get old, and Lao Zhou still has experience to teach after the second line.

So, what about Lao Zhang, except for the lines of words that accompanied him at midnight, he really had nothing.

Many years later, those readers who have read these words may no longer remember the book, nor can they remember the policeman named Zhang Mian.

When the osmanthus tree comes in winter, the flowers bloom for one season and wait for another season.

Does Zhang Mian have a second chance?

Yes or no?

Say goodnight.