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In fact, compared to now, Chen Mingsheng in his student days was much more lively.
Chen Mingsheng was never a good student, he didn't like to read or endorse books. However, due to family reasons, Chen Mingsheng has been messing around for more than ten years, and finally worked hard and was admitted to the Qinghai Police Vocational College.
General people have little contact with the military academy and police academy, and many families who don't know it all regard it as a place for the boys in the family to go to the bottom when they have nowhere to go.
What they don't know is that if there is no family relationship, the probability of a newcomer who doesn't know anything at all trying to be admitted to this kind of place is very small.
Chen Mingsheng was different. From the time Chen Mingsheng just remembered and was still a little ignorant, his mother had told him countless times that when he grew up, he would go to the police academy and become a policeman.
Slowly, Chen Mingsheng discovered that as long as he followed his mother's wishes, his mother's management of him in other aspects would be very loose. So when he was very young, he coaxed his mother when he had nothing to do, saying that he would definitely go to the police academy when he grew up.
As he spoke, he himself firmly remembered it.
Chen Mingsheng had never met his father, but later he heard that his father died in the line of duty when his mother was pregnant with him.
His mother never remarried in her life, and he often saw her sitting in the small living room in the dead of night. On the wall of the living room, there was a small wooden shelf with a photo of his father on it. His mother was just facing the photo, not knowing what to write.
Chen Mingsheng also often looked at that photo, but his feelings when looking at the photo were completely different from those of his mother. Chen Mingsheng was more curious and puzzled.
Every time it came to the anniversary of his father's death, his mother would say the same sentence over and over - she named him "Mingsheng" so that he would remember this day for a lifetime.
So that date, that period of the past, although not clear, Chen Mingsheng really remembered it firmly for the rest of his life.
His family is not rich, and his mother worked very hard as a worker in a textile factory when he was young.
Chen Mingsheng was considered sensible at an early age. When he was very young, he took care of the house, cooked meals, and waited for his mother to come back.
In this way, in the repetition of day after day and year after year, he grew up slowly, his stature was much taller, and his appearance became more and more like his father.
His mother often looked at his face in a daze, and then said to him: "You are going to be a policeman."
When one thing is said once or twice, it is a reminder, three or four times, it is an exhortation, and when it is said countless times, it becomes a kind of torture.
At that time, Chen Mingsheng had just entered high school and was in the period of rebellion. When his mother told him that he was annoying at home, he would play truant and go crazy outside.
His high school was not a good school, it was smoky, and he didn't study well at all. Chen Mingsheng was the leader in it—in such a simple place, the reason for being the leader was simple—because Chen Mingsheng was one of the tallest boys, and he had a temper. If you are brave, you can still play.
The concentration of these factors in a third-rate high school is definitely a good sign to attract people.
Chen Mingsheng led a group of "little brothers" who played truant, smoked, and picked up girls.
At that time, he was young and had no vision of the future. Chen Mingsheng always felt that he would be like this for the rest of his life. What kind of police academy, what kind of police, was far, far away from him at that time.
What really interrupted his life like this was something that almost broke him.
After Chen Mingsheng quarreled with his mother over and over again, and yelled that he wanted to take the police academy and you should take the exam yourself, his mother committed suicide.
She took the photo of Chen Mingsheng's father out of the frame, pinned it to her clothes, and hung a scarf in the small living room of her home. When Chen Mingsheng came home and opened the door, his heart almost stopped when he saw that scene .
Fortunately, he came back early that time, almost before and after, and saved his mother.
When she was in the hospital, her mother woke up, Chen Mingsheng sat by her bed, and said only one sentence - "Mom, I will definitely go to the police academy, I will definitely become a policeman, I promise my life."
Her mother took one look at him, then turned her head and stared blankly at the ceiling.
From then on, Chen Mingsheng read books to death. He was in the second year of high school at the time, and there was still a year before the college entrance examination. He did the questions day and night, math questions, Chinese questions, physics and chemistry questions—even the psychological test questions in the public security college for several years have been done countless times.
In the college entrance examination that year, many people applied for the Qinghai Police Vocational College. During the psychological and physical tests, many parents accompanied them outside, but Chen Mingsheng went by himself.
After the psychological test was successfully completed that day, Chen Mingsheng's heart was basically relieved.
There is only one physical fitness test left. There are not many physical fitness tests in the police academy, and there are only four items in total. Chen Mingsheng had checked countless times before, and he almost knew the project and requirements by heart.
For the 50-meter sprint, the time required is within seven seconds; for the 1,000-meter run, the time required is three minutes and fifty-five seconds; for push-ups, more than six times are required within ten seconds; and for the standing long jump, the time required is 2.3 meters.
Chen Mingsheng tried it privately, and found that these tests were basically a piece of cake for him. He wasn't worried at all.
The result was such a relaxation that he slept through on the day of the physical fitness test.
The test site was far away from his home, so when he was preparing for the test, Chen Mingsheng's mother gave him money to live in a hotel outside. At that time, he didn't have a mobile phone, no one woke him up, and he relied entirely on his own biological clock.
It was too late for him to go out to catch the bus. Chen Mingsheng took a short cut and ran for nearly two kilometers, finally arriving at the examination place at the last moment. After running this distance, Chen Mingsheng was so tired that he almost vomited blood. His first test was a 50-meter sprint, but when the starting whistle sounded, Chen Mingsheng kicked his feet on the ground, his front legs went limp, and he almost knelt down.
In the end, he pressed the pass line and passed all these items.
Among those students, Chen Mingsheng's physical fitness test scores were at the very bottom, but since he passed, it doesn't matter.
Chen Mingsheng felt that the reason why he didn't like reading and studying so much in the future was because he was injured before the college entrance examination.
He forgot to sleep and eat, and persisted for more than a year, finally got his wish and was admitted to the Qinghai Police Officer Vocational College, studying criminal investigation.
On the day when the admission notice came out, Chen Mingsheng's mother cried with joy, but Chen Mingsheng was not particularly happy. He held the thin envelope, feeling a little strange.
You know, before that, when Chen Mingsheng was messing around with those small places in the school, he never thought that he would go to college, let alone that he had been saying it in his mouth since he was a child, but he never really thought about it. The wish of enlightenment has come true.
He really is going to be a police officer.
On August 24th, Chen Mingsheng clearly remembered that day, and he went to school to report.
He was dressed very simply that day, a vest, a pair of trousers, a sunshade peaked cap on his head, and a dark blue backpack.
He didn't bring much, and all his clothes were stuffed in this bag.
After graduating from high school, Chen Mingsheng's height had grown to 1.82 meters, but he was still a little immature.
When he stood at the gate of the police academy, it was noon, and the scorching sun was hanging in the sky, scorching the earth with steam. On the day of the report, there were many people at the gate, most of whom were parents picking up and dropping off their children. Chen Mingsheng was carrying a bag and stood alone at the gate, looking at the sign outside the school gate. The school's name was written in large characters on it.
He stood for a while, and finally, he took out a piece of chewing gum from his trouser pocket, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and walked into the campus.
August 24th, this day was the dividing line of Chen Mingsheng's life.
Separated from confusion and firmness.
Separated escape and face.
Separated boys and men.
Here he met the person who had the greatest influence on him in his life.
That is Yan Zhengtao.
Yan Zhengtao is a teacher of a professional course in the criminal investigation department. Chen Mingsheng and his initial acquaintance were not very pleasant.
That was still in military training.
The boys were driven to a dangerous building and lined up to have their hair shaved and their clothes collected. The shaving master's techniques are still quite skilled, probably because he has shaved too much, the heads are no longer heads, and in his eyes they are all new corns waiting to be smoothed.
When Chen Mingsheng was in the queue, he sat on the stool and heard the buzzing of the faders, and then the dregs of his hair fell to his shoulders. After shaving, the old master patted him on the head and said: "If there is dregs in the hair, go outside and wash it with water."
Chen Mingsheng went outside, there was a sink with five or six faucets lined up, and several people were also flushing there.
It's summer now, the weather is hot, and the boys don't pay much attention to it. One by one, most of their bodies are wet, and they still feel quite refreshed.
After Chen Mingsheng rushed, he went back to the building and stood in front of the mirror at the entrance to look at it. He had never had such short hair before. When he saw it for the first time, Chen Mingsheng didn't like it very much. He felt a little dazed.
What he didn't know was that with just such a stunned-looking hairstyle, he would stick with it almost all his life.
The training uniforms they issued were different from those of other schools. They were not green camouflage, but black.
Pure black half sleeves, trousers, hat, no pattern at all.
Chen Mingsheng was quite satisfied with this outfit, he thought he looked very handsome in it.
But it didn't take long for him to be handsome, and several days of high-intensity training came. At the beginning, after training every day, the whole dormitory was crying and howling. Later, I lost all the strength to work, and fell asleep when I came back.
The military training is completely closed management, and Chen Mingsheng didn't have a mobile phone at first, but now he doesn't even have a pictorial, he is not allowed to buy snacks, he is not allowed to sleep with each other, he is not allowed to play cards, have dinner and chat, and his life has faded away.
The opportunity for entertainment comes from a noon.
At that time, they finished training in the morning and had lunch, which happened to be lunch break, and everyone lay in bed and slept. In fact, they are all young men, full of energy, and few of them can really fall asleep, but what do they do if they don't sleep, and there is nothing else to do.
Chen Mingsheng was lying on the bed, staring at the wooden planks on the upper bunk in a daze. He began to feel that the police academy was meaningless. At this time, he suddenly heard a cry. The sound is very small, as long as there is a little noise, you can't hear it. Chen Mingsheng sat up and made the room quiet.
"Did you hear that?" he said.
A roommate said, "What did you hear?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "Hush, listen carefully."
Everyone held their breaths and concentrated, eight people in a room sat up one after another, looking like crazy, with their ears facing out the window, carefully discerning.
Finally, they heard a cry, "Watermelons are on sale, big and sweet watermelons!"
Selling watermelons, is this a big deal? Shit.
But now it's really boring, just such a melon farmer selling watermelons really excited everyone in the room.
"Someone is selling watermelons!"
"watermelon!"
"Someone is selling watermelons!"
"..."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Do you want to eat?"
Several other people nodded vigorously, and one of them said, "You won't be allowed to go out. What's the use of wanting to eat?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "Really want to eat?"
He frowned at the person on the bed and said, "Chen Mingsheng, don't you want to go out and buy it? If you grab it, you'll be screwed!"
Chen Mingsheng glanced at him impatiently: "That's all you have to do, you fucking policeman!"
The man was trained to shrink back.
"Chen Mingsheng, I remember when Dabala came to train, I saw a melon field outside."
Chen Mingsheng lifted his spirits and said, "What? Is there a melon patch?"
The man nodded.
Chen Mingsheng was lost in thought.
In the end, everyone discussed until the afternoon training and there was no result. Chen Mingsheng left a sentence: "Just wait."
That night, under the eager gaze of the other seven people, Chen Mingsheng jumped out of the window like a warrior.
They lived on the first floor, and there was an old man beating at the door of the floor, so they couldn't be alarmed, so Chen Mingsheng decided to go through the window.
He was wearing a training uniform and a hat, covering his face, then walked to the wall behind him, and with a light bounce, his hands were on the wall. "Fuck me!" Chen Mingsheng let go of his hands as soon as he put them on. He couldn't help cursing, and then held his hands in front of his eyes. Both hands were punctured and bleeding.
There was glass shards on the wall, and it was dark, so Chen Mingsheng didn't notice.
Unfavorable start, Chen Mingsheng was not discouraged, he followed the base of the wall, and found a gap by accident. He looked left and right, then squeezed out of the gap.
The seam was so narrow that Chen Mingsheng almost got stuck. After he squeezed out of the gap, he felt a sense of freedom instantly. He took a few mouthfuls of night air one after another, feeling refreshed.
Chen Mingsheng seized the time and stole two watermelons from the field. He became greedy for a moment, and picked up two big ones, hugged one in each hand, and walked back.
When he returned to the entrance of the cave, Chen Mingsheng turned sideways and went in.
Then something went wrong.
He put the watermelon between his palm and chest, and it was smooth when he squeezed halfway, but it was over after that, he didn't find the right angle, and he got stuck.
At that time, he couldn't even throw the watermelon. When the watermelon moved, the place where the back of his hand rubbed against the wall hurt terribly.
The room leak happened to rain overnight, and at this moment, Yan Zhengtao came.
It stands to reason that he would not have come to such a remote place at such a late hour, but it was such a coincidence that after he finished his bed check, he came out of the building, and after walking for a while, he suddenly felt urgent to urinate.
If you say that this person is not particular, he is too lazy to go to the bathroom in the building, he just wants to moisten the weeds at the base of the wall.
Then, inevitably, he found Chen Mingsheng.
The timing of the two meeting was embarrassing. When Yan Zhengtao saw the fleeing student, his first reaction was not to reprimand him harshly, but to fasten his trousers. He coughed, walked slowly to Chen Mingsheng, looked him up and down, and said, "You... what's going on?"
Anyway, it was like this, Chen Mingsheng broke the jar and said, "It's stuck."
Yan Zhengtao was overjoyed, he had never seen this kind of student.
"Which class are you in?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "Class Three."
Yan Zhengtao said: "Hey, that's the student in my class."
Chen Mingsheng said: "Yes, teacher, do me a favor and get it out for me."
Yan Zhengtao looked at the situation and thought his proposal was good, he said: "You wait, I will find a tool."
Finally, Yan Zhengtao brought a pickaxe and got it out for Chen Mingsheng.
After Chen Mingsheng came out, he thanked Yan Zhengtao, and then stood there obediently.
When Yan Zhengtao took the pickaxe, he took the opportunity to deal with his own emergency, and then took the time to lecture.
He looked at Chen Mingsheng, and said, "It's about this time, don't you forget to put these two melons down?"
Standing in front of Yan Zhengtao, Chen Mingsheng looked up with a straight body and a serious expression, and looked down with his hands spread out, each holding a melon.
Yan Zhengtao said: "If you like these two melons so much, then go for a run with them."
Chen Mingsheng didn't say a word of nonsense, and went to the playground with his arms around melons.
"Come back!" Yan Zhengtao didn't expect that the student really went, he stopped him, came to him, and said, "Are you really going to run?"
Chen Mingsheng didn't look directly at him. When he heard his question, he squinted at him, then turned back immediately and said, "Teacher, how are you going to punish me?"
Yan Zhengtao said, "How do you think I will punish you?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "As long as you don't notify the parents, you can do whatever you want." After he finished speaking, he glanced at Yan Zhengtao and said, "I'm going to run around."
Yan Zhengtao said, "How many laps do you want to run?"
Chen Mingsheng said: "I will run as much as you want me to run."
Yan Zhengtao nodded and said casually: "Then run ten laps first."
Chen Mingsheng hugged the melon and ran ten laps on the dark playground.
Yan Zhengtao was watching from the side, watching the young student running silently.
After running, Chen Mingsheng was sweating profusely, still holding the melon.
Yan Zhengtao suddenly discovered that there was blood on the melon.
His expression became serious: "What's going on?"
Chen Mingsheng said loudly, "It's okay!"
Yan Zhengtao said: "hand in hand, hand out!"
Chen Mingsheng finally put down the melon and stretched out his hand. The original wound became more serious, and a layer of skin was peeled off the palm of his hand.
Yan Zhengtao understood when he saw the wound, he stared at Chen Mingsheng dumbfounded: "You student!" He frowned and said harshly, "Come with me!"
Yan Zhengtao took Chen Mingsheng to the infirmary and cleaned his wound.
From the beginning to the end, Chen Mingsheng said a word to Yan Zhengtao: "Teacher, don't you need to notify the parents?"
Yan Zhengtao pointed at Chen Mingsheng with his finger, and said, "You stole melons, didn't you? You're still in the police academy, and you're not afraid of being laughed at. Go be a hooligan."
Chen Mingsheng didn't speak.
Yan Zhengtao looked down at the bandaged hands, then at the sweaty student in front of him.
He suddenly smiled. He thought it was an interesting night.
From this student, he saw youth, scoundrels, and blood.
He asked him, "What's your name?"
Chen Mingsheng glanced at him and said, "My name is Chen Mingsheng."
That time, Yan Zhengtao didn't tell anyone about it, and even asked him to take the melon back.
Chen Mingsheng began to feel that Yan Zhengtao was a strange person. Later, he was slowly convinced by Yan Zhengtao's professional ability. He used to be fearless, but in front of Yan Zhengtao, he was a complete rookie.
Yan Zhengtao took care of him intentionally or unintentionally. Yan Zhengtao was a local, and sometimes he asked Chen Mingsheng to eat at his house during holidays.
After three years, Yan Zhengtao became less like a teacher, less like an instructor, and more like a relative.
like father.
When Chen Mingsheng was in his senior year, Yan Zhengtao was about to leave his job.
After Chen Mingsheng found out, he went to find him, and Yan Zhengtao told him that he was going to be transferred to another place.
"where to?"
"Where are you going to report to you? Do you have a sense of superiors and subordinates?" Yan Zhengtao ignored him.
Chen Mingsheng said, "I'll go with you."
"What nonsense." Yan Zhengtao said, "You want to drop out of school, study honestly, what can you do if you drop out of school now?"
Chen Mingsheng said: "You don't have to worry about what I can do, if you leave, I will leave."
Yan Zhengtao looked at Chen Mingsheng. After four years, he had changed a lot.
The most obvious ones are his body and his gaze. He is no longer a lean figure, but strong, with strong legs and powerful arms. His skin became darker due to daily training, and the edges and corners on his face became more and more obvious.
He is no longer the boy who was caught stealing melons during military training. After three years of training, he is already a man.
Yan Zhengtao knew that even if he didn't allow it, Chen Mingsheng would definitely follow him.
He said to Chen Mingsheng: "You go back first, I will notify you in a few days."
Yan Zhengtao was thinking.
If there is anything that Chen Mingsheng can do after dropping out of school, yes, there is one thing that he can do.
But, is he really going to do it to him
Three days later, Yan Zhengtao called Chen Mingsheng to the office and said something for Chen Mingsheng to think about it for himself.
Without further ado, Chen Mingsheng agreed on the spot.
"Do you know how much pressure this is going to face?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "I know."
Yan Zhengtao asked him to go back and think about it again.
The next day, Chen Mingsheng brought the answer he had expected.
Yan Zhengtao said: "You think about it. Before you make a decision, I can give you time, freedom, and full consideration. But once you make a decision, I won't allow you to go back on your word. To do it, or not to do it?"
Chen Mingsheng smiled at him, he smiled a little naughty, and Yan Zhengtao seemed to see the child from back then.
Bold, bloody kid.
"Okay, I'll go through the formalities for you tomorrow, you need to attend a simple training, and then," Yan Zhengtao stood up from his seat, and said to Chen Mingsheng, "I'll be waiting for you in Yunnan."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Okay."
That year, he was twenty-three years old.
He trained for a period of time, and then reported to Yan Zhengtao. Yan Zhengtao didn't let him do it directly, but took him to accumulate experience for a period of time.
At that time, it happened that the work that was urgently needed was solved by the police force, so Chen Mingsheng stayed with Yan Zhengtao to work, and when he basically forgot what Yan Zhengtao said, the task came down.
That was almost two years later.
He was assigned a task to undercover a drug gang, the boss of which was Ming Kun.
At first, the police force designed Chen Mingsheng to pretend to be a drug buyer and lure him into taking the bait. But this plan later deviated.
Because of a trip by Chen Mingsheng.
It was Yan Zhengtao who rewarded Chen Mingsheng. Before performing the task, he paid Chen Mingsheng to go out and have fun.
He asked Chen Mingsheng where he wanted to go. Chen Mingsheng was lying on the bed and taking a nap. Hearing Yan Zhengtao's question, he turned his head and saw a painting on the wall. He pointed to the painting and said, "Where is this?"
Yan Zhengtao said: "You are illiterate, isn't it written next to it?"
Chen Mingsheng glanced sideways, and there were four characters written on the edge of the painting - Jade Dragon Snow Mountain.
He said, "I'm going here."
At that time, tourism in Yunnan was not as developed as it is now, and there were not as many people as it is now. Chen Mingsheng was alone, with a bag on his back, and played together at the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain in Lijiang, Dali.
As a result, at the foot of Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, he encountered something.
It was noon, and he was eating outside an ethnic inn. There is a shed outside the inn, just like a food stall. When you look up when you are eating, you can see the snow-capped mountains.
Chen Mingsheng was eating happily when he heard a bang behind him, and a beer bottle shattered.
As soon as Chen Mingsheng heard the movement, he knew that it was not a normal broken method, it must have been smashed by someone. He turned his head and saw four or five people outside the inn, the leader was holding a wine bottle in his hand and pointing at a person.
Chen Mingsheng looked at the accused person again. It was a middle-aged man dressed casually, and he looked like he was out to play. There is a little girl next to him, who looks like his daughter. Maybe the man was afraid of scaring her, so he pushed her into the inn, and blocked it by himself.
The men were looking at him, they picked up the wine bottle and wanted to smash it.
"Hey!" Chen Mingsheng suddenly said.
Several people looked over at the same time, sized him up, and said, "Who is it?"
Chen Mingsheng stirred the noodles in the bowl with his chopsticks, and said, "The kid is still here, why don't you do it?"
The man sneered: "What the hell are you doing? Meddling your business?"
Chen Mingsheng said: "It's broad daylight, aren't you afraid that others will call the police?"
"Call the police?" The man didn't say a word, and the wine bottle was thrown over. Chen Mingsheng turned sideways and dodged, the wine bottle fell to the ground and fell into pieces.
"Want to call the police?" The man pointed at Chen Mingsheng and said, "If you talk nonsense, I will call you together."
Chen Mingsheng looked at him, smiled suddenly, and said, "Are you awesome?"
The man said, "What's the matter?"
Chen Mingsheng lowered his head and became quiet. He scratched the back of his neck with one hand—when no one responded, he suddenly picked up the noodle bowl on the table and threw it towards the person.
It was freshly baked noodles, it was too hot, the person was showered, and screamed like a pig being killed, the rest of the people saw it, and each of them said fuck it, and rushed over.
Chen Mingsheng ran to the corner of the inn where the rubbish was piled up, then picked up a mop, held both sides, and stepped hard on the middle, the mop broke in two, Chen Mingsheng picked up the half of his head, turned around and started to do it—
"Oh, I hit someone, I hit someone!"
"Beating someone in front!"
"Someone beat someone at the entrance of the hotel!"
"..."
On the edge of a small lake not far away, a group of people were taking pictures, looking at something from time to time, pointing and saying: "It's not like this, tsk tsk, it doesn't look like it." Hearing someone fighting, there was excitement to watch, and the crowd dispersed.
There is only one person left.
The one who was just pointed at.
It was a young girl who was finishing her vacation homework.
She was sitting on a small bench with a canvas in front of her and a huge suitcase in her hand.
Directly opposite her was a majestic snow-capped mountain.
It's clearly a blue sky, pure white snow, and emerald green lake water, but in her painting, it is full of colors like fire.
Dim, rich, as if about to burn.
The mountain in the painting and the mountain outside exist in two worlds.
No wonder, some people say that the painting doesn't look like it.
But no matter what others say, she has been sitting there quietly. She is wearing a long dress and her hair is braided. She looks at her painting carefully, adding color stroke by stroke.
The sound of smashing not far away was very obvious.
But she didn't even turn around.
In her eyes, there is only that snow mountain.
The legendary snow mountain is misty and far away, with white clouds floating. It is like a dream, which makes people comprehend over and over again.
After the fight, the man looked at Chen Mingsheng with a little thoughtful gaze.
Chen Mingsheng played heartily, turned his head and said, "What are you looking at?"
The man smiled and said, "Boy, you're not bad, what's your name?"
That was the first time Bai Ji asked Chen Mingsheng's name. Chen Mingsheng ignored him and left.
Two people, farther and farther away.
Snow mountain, snow mountain.
If snow mountains can be seen, if fate can be predicted;
If time can go back, if time can come back;
Can that passerby still enter your dream
And you, are you willing to go back.
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