Chapter 17 1. Master-student love

As soon as the suspect Xie Wenle was sent to the detention center, a reporter from the provincial TV station rushed over to report on the case.Brother Ming, who has always been low-key, has never been interested in this kind of public work.Lao Xian stayed in the laboratory all day except eating and sleeping, and there was no door for him to be interviewed. Not to mention the "informal" Fat Lei, if he was really on TV, his indecent behavior of picking his nose from time to time would definitely destroy the image of the police.In this way, I am the only one in our department who can take on the "heavy task" of accepting interviews.

On the third day after the interview with the provincial TV reporter, the program was aired in prime time, which really made me feel cool. "But my heart is still occupied by her every moment. She is like the moon, and she still doesn't open her mouth..." A "Half Moon Serenade" by Li Keqin rang, and I quickly picked up the phone. "Hey, Chen Hongmei, oops, you read it, yes, we did it... (Thousands of words are omitted here)" The phone here just hung up, followed by another "Serenade". "Hey, Xiao Biao, yes, yes, yes, it's me on TV, where is it..." Just when I was chatting enthusiastically, Fat Lei pushed open the door of my office with a bang, smiling uglier than crying, to me Said: "Xiaolong, I'm going to call you Brother Long, can you stop bragging?"

"Ah? Brother Lei, did you hear that?" My face flushed to the base of my neck, and I really blew a little hard just now. "Fortunately, I'm the one next door to you, and I wouldn't be able to handle it if someone else did. I said I'm thick-skinned enough, and you probably wouldn't be able to pierce it with a gun." Fat Lei cheerfully threw me a cigarette, He leaned against the door frame and said with a smile. I picked up the lighter from the table, and hurriedly got up to help Fat Lei light the cigarette, flatteringly said: "It's hard to show your face, it's an exclusive interview, you know! Hehe."

"It's okay, you're so sensible, I just pretend I didn't hear it, and you keep blowing." Fat Lei said to me with a smile while leaning against the door frame, smoking a cigarette. Just as I was chatting vigorously with Fat Lei, Brother Ming walked into my office quickly.Seeing his serious expression, my laughter stopped abruptly. "Don't leave after get off work, wait for me." Brother Ming left the office without waiting for my answer.Just as I was about to complain to his back, I glanced up at the electronic clock hanging on the wall. It was July 30th, and my heart suddenly warmed when I saw this date.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Brother Ming and I stood in front of the building in the community.The community where my family is located is called "Public Security District 1". It was the house allocated by the unit when my father started working.There are only six small buildings in the community. When I was young, uncles and aunts in police uniforms could often be seen in the community, but as time goes by, few people are willing to live in this dilapidated community. At this time, Brother Ming was carrying a bottle of medicinal wine he made himself in his left hand, and a shoulder bag on his right shoulder, and walked straight into the unit building.Watching his figure disappear into the corridor, I quickly followed him, and the two of us stopped in front of an iron gate full of briquettes on the fifth floor.

"Open the door." Brother Ming finished speaking to me, and took the initiative to get out of the way. I inserted the key into the lock, twisted it twice, creaked, and the rusty iron door was pushed open by me. "Ahem, who is it?" An old voice came from the bedroom. "It's me, Brother Ming is here too." As soon as the words fell, we went straight to the bedroom. When my father heard me shouting "Brother Ming", he regained his energy in an instant. He threw the "Forensic Entomology" to the bedside, pulled off his reading glasses and said cheerfully, "Qiming, you are here."

"Come on, master, are you feeling better recently?" Brother Ming stepped forward with concern, carefully took off the reading glasses hanging around his father's neck with both hands, folded them and put them on the bedside table. When I saw this scene, I said to them: "You guys talk first, I'll go boil some water." After speaking, I gently closed the wooden door and walked towards the kitchen. My feelings for the two men in the room are sometimes beyond my own comprehension.Since I was a child, I didn’t understand my father’s work. At that time, I didn’t understand why he would ignore me and my mother because of his work. Since he was forced to go to the police academy, I was even more resentful towards my father. I feel that he is forcibly choosing my future life, and I feel that he is restricting my freedom.So over the years, my father and I have basically rarely communicated face to face, and the only thing we spend time with him is the piles of professional books piled up on the bedside.

Brother Ming, a man I can't understand.I remember the first time I saw him come to our house, when I was in junior high school. At that time, I thought he was a strange person, and he didn't say a word wherever he went.Later, out of curiosity, I asked my father about him, and I learned from my father that Brother Ming is a forensic doctor, and his job is to dissect corpses.Hearing this made my scalp explode, and since then, seeing him has been like seeing a plague god.Even if sometimes he takes the initiative to talk to me, I dare not speak up. Although Brother Ming's profession is a forensic doctor, he also has the word "medical". About nine years ago, he did not know where to find a massage therapy for his father's disease. Since then, as long as there is no case, he On the 15th and 30th of every month, I will come to my house once to help my father systematically massage for an hour, which has never stopped in these years.The kind of master-student love he has for his father sometimes makes me as a son feel ashamed.

For a long time, I wanted to thank this cold big brother from the bottom of my heart, but during the more than a year I have been working in the department, the image he has cultivated in my heart for many years has basically been destroyed. up.I really can't stand the way he treats me. I attribute it to personality incompatibility. To put it bluntly, I'm not the same person. If he didn't treat my father like this, I really wouldn't bother to talk to him. call!The water vapor from the kettle opened the air valve, and I recovered from my thoughts. I pushed open the door and brought two cups of tea into the house.At this time, the father was lying on the bed obediently, smiling like a child.Brother Ming poured the medicinal wine in the bottle onto his hands and rubbed them vigorously. After his hands became hot, he quickly pressed the acupuncture points on his father's lumbar spine and legs.

"Oh, it hurts!" After hearing this, Brother Ming grinned and said: "Master, if it hurts, it means you are conscious, bear with it!" After speaking, Brother Ming hurriedly poured out half a spoonful of the medicinal wine and rubbed it vigorously twice, and pinched it hard on the acupoint where his father cried out for pain just now. Not to mention, I didn't believe in this massage method at first, but since three years ago, one of my father's paralyzed lower limbs has miraculously become conscious. Although it is impossible to walk for a long time, he relies on It is not a problem to go to the bathroom with a walking stick.According to Brother Ming, one day, he will make my father stand up again.So when he heard that his father's other leg also felt, how could he not be happy!

Brother Ming's strange flower is here, you can say that he doesn't like to laugh, he is as happy as a flower every time he sees his father, but as soon as he leaves my house, his face immediately turns into an arctic iceberg.I vaguely remember what Fat Lei said to me. He said that among the most unforgettable things in his life, one of them was "I saw Brother Ming smile once." My father gritted his teeth and persisted for more than half an hour. Beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead. "Xiaolong, go and bring a basin of hot water, I'll wipe the master's body." Brother Ming said to me out of breath. "Okay." I responded quickly and walked out, and then I brought a pot of steaming hot water into the house.In order to keep the towel warm, Brother Ming quickly plunged his hands into the hot water, picked up the towel and quickly wrung it dry. I could clearly see the bulging muscles of his cheeks and his tightly knit brows. Not everyone can bear the water temperature of more than 60 degrees. I held the water basin and stood beside them in a daze.They gave me an illusion, as if Brother Ming was my father's son, and I was more like an outsider. The bell rang at seven o'clock in the evening, my father leaned against the head of the bed, Brother Ming sat on the bed frame, and I moved a bench and sat by the bed. My father adjusted his sitting posture slightly, tilted his head and said to me: "Your brother Ming told me just now that this body dismemberment case was handled beautifully." After speaking, my father gave me a thumbs up. After being praised by him like this, my face became a little hot, because only I knew the reason for this. "Master, Teacher Li Feng replied. He has time for the whole month next month. I want Xiaolong to study with him." Brother Ming discussed while helping his father pinch his calf. "Study? Study what?" I asked with my ears pricked up. "Study trace inspection, Li Feng is my younger brother, the first person in Wannan Province trace inspection!" My father said to me, turning his body slightly, tapping the bed frame with his fingers. "Don't do it, I won't go." I have an instinctive aversion to this kind of thing.Because I know in my heart that the more I learn, the more I can do. If I really don’t know anything, Brother Ming wants to entrust me with the work, but I can’t do it, right? "Do you feel that breaking such a big case is a little bit drifting?" Brother Ming stopped what he was doing, and asked with a frown. "It doesn't matter if you're drifting. Criminal investigation TV dramas are so prevalent now that anyone with a little bit of brain knows how to wear gloves to commit crimes. Look at this case, there is no trace inspection, so it can be solved? I just don't think it is necessary to learn." I sat down On the side of the bench, he retorted angrily. "Oh! I really don't understand what you have been doing for four years in the police academy!" My father pointed at me bitterly, and he was about to lose his temper. Brother Ming hurriedly patted his father's chest, turned his head and said sternly to me: "Come out for me."