Last night, Zhang Mian had insomnia again, and he didn't fall asleep until three o'clock in the morning.

In the meantime, Zhang Mian went to the toilet, Zhang Mian in the mirror had a stubbled beard, hesitated for a moment or turned on the bath bomb to keep warm, shaved his beard with a razor, and at the moment of leaving the toilet, he suddenly saw that the person in the mirror was Zhang Mian, who was in his twenties.

His eyes were bright and he had a relaxed smile, but this smile looked a little weird in the early hours of the morning.

When I returned to bed, I read a few chapters of "Retrospective", fell asleep in a daze, and the book slipped off the bed and fell to the floor, making an abrupt noise in the middle of the night, and falling on Zhang Mu's ears like an echo in a dream.

When I went out to work, it was still raining, and the whole mountain was shrouded in water vapor, and even the pedestrians on the road were gray.

When I arrived at the office, I didn't have time to make tea, but I saw everyone taking their notebooks to the conference room on the third floor.

This meeting was not long, and several things were related to Zhang Mian and their group.

Comrade Haiyang and Wu Yuanliang from Mr. Su's group reversed.

The ocean was transferred out of Zhang's group.

When announcing this decision, Zhang Mian found that Haiyang was slightly stunned, and his already small eyes narrowed even tighter, as if he could see the truth of the matter from the director's face.

Wu Yuanliang also had a face on his face, and when he made this decision, he should not have notified the two of them in advance.

In fact, no one was notified when the director made this decision.

After the director briefly commented on last month's performance and assigned some work, he left Zhang Mian's group and the other groups dispersed.

The director commented on the shortcomings of each of Yang and Zhang Mian, and hoped that everyone would work together, unite as one, do a good job in the work of the police station, and contribute their own strength to building a first-class police station.

When Zhang Mian was commenting on the director, he looked at his overwork, the deep tired wrinkles on his face, and his gray temples.

It was still rainy outside the window, Zhang Mian felt very sorry for the director, the career in his heart, the ideal of painting, turned out to be high and low, few people could understand.

The general's heart is thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and the soldier's heart is his father, wife, and children.

No one is wrong, it's just that the location is different.

After the meeting, Haiyang was a little lonely, and returned to the office to sit in his place without making a sound, he was so young, and the young man couldn't adjust his mentality in a very short time.

Not everything has an answer, and not all answers explain why.

"This may not be what you think, I'll write it down in my journal at night." Zhang Mian looked at the ocean, hoping that he could see the sincerity on Zhang Mian's haggard face after insomnia.

"In the future, if I am not in the same group, I will not be the second male number in the book." The loss of the ocean is palpable.

"No, I'll write yours." Zhang Mian assured the ocean.

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In the evening, Comrade Zhang Yide in the duty room of the institute made up for the people from Yang Suo's group who did not go to the wedding banquet because he was on duty when he got married last time.

At noon, Haiyang told Zhang Mian and Haiyang that they would get drunk at night.

Zhang Mian didn't drink alcohol at dinner at night because he drank too much yesterday.

Yang Suo, Haiyang, Shengli, Yide, Chen Binbin, Chang Renjie, Shanshan and others began to drink after the banquet began.

When the wine went deep, everyone began to confide in their hearts, speak loudly, their faces were red, and the wine made people relax their vigilance and express their dissatisfaction hidden in their hearts.

No one is better than the other, everyone is the same, trying to live, pretending to be or really strong.

Recently, Zhang Mian has not written about the fatigue and tediousness of work.

Every profession is not an easy thing to do well.

When I wrote it today, I really wanted to write about the atmosphere a little more relaxed.

When entering the community, Zhang Mian saw a pair of white-haired old men walking on the road with each other's arms, their faces were calm and indifferent, and they were calm after experiencing the ups and downs of red dust.

When Zhang Mian passed by them, it seemed that in the dull air, in a foggy smoke and rain, he felt something reassuring in his arms, and let the desperate people ignite hope.

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Zhang Mian should plan his future well, cheer up, work hard, and work hard for the sake of his parents and his own future.

This is definitely not a joke.

Ocean, we are not Jin Sanshun, let's come on!