Chapter 93: Four Sounds 05

Overtime on rest days is, of course, very painful, and it is difficult for normal people's biological clock to overcome this pain.
So when Xinglian got up in the morning, it was obvious that all the electronic equipment of the little colleague living next to him was ringing.
Rock music, electronic music, game soundtrack, and even the sound of sawing wood ...
Why are you sawing wood?
He walked out of the door with a pair of slippers and was preparing to knock, but saw another colleague standing in front of the door panel, raising his fingers in the air, as if thinking about something.
"Can't knock on the door?" He asked.
"No, I haven't knocked yet," the other party said.
"why?"
"It just doesn't make sense to knock on the door." Lin Chen put away his hand and answered him.
"It makes sense." Xun glanced at his brand new wooden door from top to bottom, and felt that it didn't seem to be worthwhile to open it. The bell inside the door was boiling against the sky, but the people inside did not get up movement.
"Anyway, it's not my salary that I deducted?" He asked.
"indeed."
"Then have breakfast?" He yawned, looking at Lin Chenqi's neat clothes, and asked.
"Okay." Lin Chen answered.
The so-called breakfast is of course going out to eat.
Even though old streets and lanes like Yanjiaxiang have been rectified, there are still many famous snack bars in the depths of some branch lanes. Some snack bars have been passed down for generations, and they are still bustling and crowded.
The sky is blue in the morning.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he found that Lin Chen had changed his shoes and waited for him at the door.
Lin Chen has good living habits, maybe he used to be a housekeeper. He gets up at six o'clock every day. He gets up early when he has a task and analyzes the case with him. He just sorts out the files without any problems. In short, he doesn't like to sleep late.
But self-regulated single dogs probably live like this.
"Where are you going today?"
He walked to the door, took the door, and heard Lin Chen asking him under the eaves.
"Eat breakfast, consultant Lin has more say." He replied.
I have to go back to what I said before. Lin Chen's taste has always been very good. Although he has no requirements for lunch and dinner, he is fussy about breakfast and frowns if he doesn't agree with the taste. I dare not take him to breakfast.
However, as a loyal fan of breakfast and a regular early person every day, after Lin Chen tasted the breakfast shop two kilometers away from Yanjiaxiang, he no longer had the trouble of bringing Lin Chen to breakfast, because the people who led the way had already Changed.
"Eat something light?"
Lin Chen asked him as he walked.
"You decide, you decide. Listen to you."
"Okay, or the bakery in Lujiaxiangkou?"
After walking a few steps, they passed by the door of a gallery. Lin Chentong nodded to an unruly painter who was squatting at the door and brushing his teeth, then looked back at him casually and said, "The dynasty likes the soy milk in that house very much."
"That soy milk really tastes good, but why bring it to the ghost?"
"Otherwise why would we go so far?"
"I thought you wanted to get up early for a walk with me, consultant Lin."
"This is indeed one of the reasons." Lin Chen replied.
Although apparently amused and joking, hearing his answer, Xun Lianlian suddenly felt good.
There was a spring rain last night, and the streets and streets are neat and bright today. Even the river on one side is much clearer and greener. This is a quiet and comfortable life, and it will not make people feel inactive.
"Are you really going to the mall to buy a toothbrush for the imp?"
"Yes, is there any problem, after all, I did move his personal belongings without asking him for permission." Lin Chen said.
"But why do you think he tangles a toothbrush, is it a fetish?"
"It's not that fetishism. It's probably something that gives it a special sense of security or pure habit."
"No big deal?"
"I don't see any problems for the time being."
Talking, they saw an old man walking the big yellow dog at home in front of him.
It was probably a not so pure golden retriever, and it was too old. It was lazily resting on a tree by the river, and the old man was not sure how to drag.
He yawned and saw Lin Chen walk a few steps. After greeting the old man, he reached out and scratched the big yellow dog's chin.
"Have you thought about what to do after you retire?" Seeing Lin Chen squatting under the tree, stroking the big yellow dog happily, Xun Lianlian suddenly wanted to ask Lin Chen this question.
"For people like me who aren't very good, is it important to work hard to retire first?"
When Lin Chen said that sentence, he looked calm and didn't even seem to be joking.
"Advisor Lin, I find you very pessimistic."
Probably still related to the surrounding environment.
At that moment, under that willow tree, he listened to the wheezing sounds of flowing water and big yellow dog, and looked at his friend and colleague who looked calm and indifferent to the rising sun. Suddenly he wanted to ask him, what are you doing so pessimistic that makes you lose your sense of being alive?
What happened?
Why are you still alive now?
However, that thought also passed away, as if Lin Chen stood up at that time, and answered his question about "retirement."
Lin Chen said, "In fact, I think the present day is my ideal retirement life."
"Even if you live in a case and case every day?" He asked, feeling interesting.
"Speaking of it, even if my wish is world peace, and the world is not peace after all." In the talk, they have already turned the corner, there is the scent of fritters in the air, and there are already many people in the alley in front. Lin Chen squinted, as if smelling the scent in the air, and then said, "So the cases that should happen will always happen, the things that it's my turn to deal with always have to be dealt with, and the things that are bad for life must also run into it. You will run into it, it will be the same whether you retire or not. "
Xing Lian laughed: "Why are you still blaming fate!"
"Because life is too hard, you must blame yourself if you don't blame yourself, and blame yourself because your psychology is prone to problems, so you still blame yourself."
Psychologists always have a peculiar and reasonable theory of self-adaptation. Xun Lian nodded, and accompanied him to follow the team and moved forward two more steps.
The line of the cake shop looked long, but they lined up fast. When it was their turn, Lin Chen cooked the door and paid twelve dollars. The owner of the cake shop looked at Lin Chen and asked, "Are you still old? "
"Yeah, trouble."
Their conversation is very familiar, and the boss's movements are more familiar.
Soon, three breakfasts were handed over, one each of the fried doughnuts and soy milk, and each was served with a hemp ball.
Suddenly he remembered that sometimes he did n’t get up in the morning, and sometimes he could see the same configuration on the table after washing. Although sometimes Lin Chen would buy some other breakfast, these four ratios were the highest, so ah, it seems What the Dynasty wanted to eat was probably an excuse.
He was thinking so, but saw Lin Chen sitting in the shop carrying things.
Honestly, the breakfast shop was full of the fume smell of deep-fried dough sticks, and it was very strong, so there were not many people who actually sat inside to eat. After all, how many people would sit in the shop with ease Have a breakfast?
Of course, except for those who have a special pursuit for breakfast.
Xing Conglian took the bag, sat down opposite him, and reluctantly put the straw into the milk, feeling: "Consultant Lin, you really have a longing for breakfast."
"Because you have a good breakfast, you will feel better all day."
"This is a very old argument, we young people generally don't eat breakfast."
After hearing what he said, Lin Chen paused, then looked at him with dark and bright eyes, and asked, "Since the Captain of the Criminal Team feels that he is young, why did he still ask about retirement?"
Hearing this question, Xun Conglian looked at Lin Chen very unexpectedly.
Lin Chen was tearing the fritters quietly. He was expressionless, as if he just asked a very ordinary question at will.
Hey, this level of insight is too high, and if you are not careful, you will be seen through.
"I just want to exchange views on life with Advisor Lin and promote friendship." He said.
"What about the results of the exchange?"
"Well, so coincident, I think so."
"What do you think?"
"I also think that the present day is my ideal retirement life."
...
Retired life is too ordinary, it makes people feel that life is hopeless, and he can't get through the days of reading books, drinking tea and playing chess with dogs.
Then it is a good choice to go to work every day and occasionally deal with some social evils to realize the value of life.
He always felt that way anyway.
That day, he eventually did not go to work in the dynasty. After all, he could not always pet the children. Everyone could pay for his actions and bear his own life responsibility.
He feels that he really resonates with Lin Chen in this regard.
So when the dynasty arrived at the police station, it was almost ten in the morning.
He had just drank tea from the director's office, and saw the dynasty children rushing into the office anxiously, fumbled for the fingerprint machine, and finally stunned in despair.
It seems that after he went out, Lin Chen didn't really wake up the dynasty.
Alas, it's too hard.
"Boss, you are too much!"
When he saw the tea cup and walked into the office, the dynasty threw down his schoolbag and flew towards him, dragging his collar and scolding, "Do you know how crowded the road 227 is in the morning? How is the Zhongshan Avenue blocked? Why don't you call me!"
"Comrade Xiao Wang, you can't blame me, after all, I want to support my family as a boss, so I must check in all the time."
"Is there a necessary connection between having to check in all the time and not waking me up, why don't you wake me up!"
"Logic is good." Looking at the dynasty's flushed face because of hurrying, Xing Conglian felt that he was in a good mood. He drank hot tea and said, "My elder brother and I agreed that you are growing like you Physical teenagers should sleep more. "
"My elder brother Chen will not be contaminated with you!" Said the dynasty, and he took out the deep-fried doughnut fritters and hemp from his backpack, and said angrily, "My elder brother Chen is still giving I left breakfast. "
"That's because you don't know him too much ..." he said, touching the boy's head.
"roll roll roll!"
During the talk, the dynasty knocked out his hand. Two patrolling policemen had just entered the door. They saw the dynasty angry at the punch card machine and immediately guessed what happened.
"Comrade Xiao Wang is late again, you young people are energetic." One patted the shoulder of the dynasty.
"Lao Geng, you're wrong. It should be said that young people just need sleep. I'm too old to sleep like I can!" The other responded.
The dynasty was even more angry.
Xing Conglian said hello to two very helpful colleagues and asked them, "How are you today?"
"It's not a big deal, what can we do in this area, but I think the cbd is stubborn."
Thinking of the very restless Anson International Mall, Xun Cong frowned, and asked, "Why is that enough?"
"Isn't it a star fan meeting at their opening ceremony. It is said that the flow of people at the scene far exceeded expectations ..."
"How could it exceed expectations, didn't the number of people in each assembly have to be estimated in advance and approved?"
"I don't know. I just heard a squint in the car, it seems that one is asking for support, but I can't ask for it yet."
Xun had a bad hunch from Lian's heart. He turned around, and the dynasty was standing by the punch machine, his face turned from red to green instantly.
Seeing this face, he knew about it, but he still asked with a fluke: "Did you meet Lin Chen when you went out?"
"I, Achen ..." The dynasty was speechless.
"Speak slowly, think clearly."
"Achen went out with me. He said he was going to buy a toothbrush for me. At 9:15 when I went out, it is now 9:50. It takes twenty minutes to walk from our house to Ansheng International. Maybe it's in the mall right now, "the dynasty asked nervously," it won't really happen, boss! "