The master is gone.

Left the police station where he had worked for five years and six months.

On a depressed winter evening, in his white car, he took a teacup with his name and a police badge from the office, and when he went out of the gate, he rolled down the glass and waved goodbye to Zhang Mu.

Wearing sunglasses, in the gradually closing window, there is a serious face, this is the real master, the real Wu Yuanliang.

……

At 8:15 in the morning, when the office meeting was held, Haiyang didn't know why he didn't attend the meeting, and he didn't know when the desk in his second-floor office was cleaned up.

Even the headphones that Zhang Mian gave him when he was noisy for playing games were returned to Zhang Mian's desk.

At the end of the meeting, Yang kept Zhang Xuan, Shengli, Ji Heng, and Wu Yuanliang.

Before Yang expressed his welcome to Wu Yuanliang into our group, Wu Yuanliang said that he had resigned today.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Zhang Mian looked at the temperature displayed by the air conditioner at 16 degrees, no wonder it was a little cold.

Yang Suo smiled, the welcome party instantly turned into a farewell party, and the division of labor and the arrangement of work within the group could only be brought by a few because of the sudden change.

Zhang Mian was busy with household visits and basic ledgers all day long, and when it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Mian rubbed his swollen head and went to the duty room to get the express.

ran into Wu Yuanliang driving out of the gate.

……

Zhang Mian and Wu Yuanliang have been colleagues for nearly five years, and he is one of the veterans since the establishment of the Xincheng District Police Station.

As for the reason for his resignation, the reason he gave was that as an auxiliary police officer, the current salary could not support his family of three.

This reason is direct enough and true enough that the people who keep it can't say anything.

People always have to put their livelihood first.

In fact, the deep-seated reason is that he can't see hope and the effort is not proportional to the gain, and of course, he is really incapable of completing the tasks assigned by the institute that he is not capable of.

The latter sentence is drawn online, and you can experience it.

Maybe leaving is the best way to go.

When Grandma Zhang Mian was alive, she said: Trees are dead, people are alive, aren't they?

I wish him a good future, this is what Zhang Mian said to Wu Yuanliang who was sitting next to him at the send-off wine in the evening.

Zhang Mian thought that when he went home to write a diary, with the strength of wine and full of memories, he would definitely write about Wu Yuanliang's affairs with divine help, and it would be done in one go.

The reality is that Zhang Mian didn't write when he boiled water, worried that the water would disturb his train of thought when it was boiling, the tea was brewed, and he didn't hold back three lines of words after sitting for a long time, but he held back two farts.

I had to move to the balcony, and I quit smoking, so let's take a look at the night view of the community, the sky is still gray, and tomorrow will still not be sunny.

The text of memories may be suitable for writing after the passage of time, and in an inadvertent moment, hearing a song and seeing a familiar scene, the thoughts will come like a tide.

Today's text is a draft for future memories, and Zhang Mian looked at the typed text to comfort himself.

Wu Yuanliang is 26 years old this year, he worked at the police station in his early twenties, worked as a patrol for a year and a half, and then worked until today after the establishment of the Xincheng District Police Station.

Zhang Mian had no intention of guessing what he thought when he left, whether he needed to accompany the sad music, record a small video, use a dead tree as the background, and wait for Lao Tie to burst into tears.

The ocean reminded Zhang Mian more than once to write happy words, and everyone looked at it and smiled.

Hey.

Do happy things with lovers, don't ask if it's a catastrophe or fate.

……

I remember that once on duty, in the duty room at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhang Mian asked Wu Yuanliang, who claimed to be able to count the world and the earth, and the air in the middle, if he would see his face.

"Brother Xuan, leave professional matters to a professional person like me, you inquire a little in the whole Shannan, unless you go out and ask the dumb, who doesn't know that I am the one hundred and eighth generation descendant of Wu Daozi, a real professional background, and my roots are Miaohong." Wu Yuanliang immediately woke up from his drowsy state.

"Isn't Wu Daozi painting?"

"This, I also draw talismans in private, in fact, painting is just a sideline of Master Zu, you are my brother, I treat you as my own person, you have to keep it a secret, you also know that the style of our old Wu family is low-key and low-key."

"But what tools do you need, yellow paper, compass, or something?"

"That's a trick, used to pretend, there is no Taoist talent for beginners, a master like me, the one hundred and eighth generation descendant of Wu Daozi......"

"Xiaogui, hurry up and put on your sunglasses that are smaller than your helmet for the master." Zhang Mian shouted to another colleague, he really couldn't stand Wu Yuanliang's face that was better than himself.

Wu Yuanliang, who was wearing sunglasses, really had that kind of thing, if he took another civilization staff, he could go to the flyover.

"Brother Xuan, you are full of heaven, your eyes are bright, and your face is ruddy, this is a sign of great fortune and nobility, but ......" Wu Banxian began to shake his head, and the big sunglasses also rotated clockwise on his face like a fan, but he couldn't shake it off, and Xiao Gui, who was anxious to prepare to slander people on the side, was sweating.

"But a hammer, if you have a fart, let it go."

"But you have been bohemian and uninhibited all your life, and you have a red dust calamity, I will transfer fifty yuan to you, and I will break it for you, and give you two free evil charms drawn by Wu Daozi himself, and you can also participate in the lottery of Zwilling soup pot when you collect ten pieces."

"Xiaogui, give Master Wu a light injury"

……

Starting tomorrow.

There is no Wu Yuanliang in the Xincheng Police Station, and there is no master.

Let's go!