那是一个星期天,天气很冷。寒风裹夹着毛毛细雨,吹落在脸上,有如许多细细的针扎一般难受。 派出所里,是我与彭所长值班。细雨一直飘个不停,我们也懒得回家吃饭,几包方便面凑合着解决了一天的伙食。可能是天气的缘故,一整天都没来一个办事的群众,也没有接到一个报警电话,趁这难得的闲暇时间,我坐在派出所值班室里的电热炉子旁,抱着几本《人民公安》杂志,悠闲地读着。 It was a Sunday, the weather was cold. Windy sandwiched folder drizzled, blowing in the face, as many thin pins are generally uncomfortable. In the police station, I was on duty with director Peng. The rain has been drifting non-stop, we are too lazy to go home for dinner, a few bags of instant noodles to make up for a day’s meals. May be the weather’s sake, a day did not come to a service people, nor received an alarm call, taking this rare leisure time, I sat in the police station duty room next to the electric stove, holding several “people Public Security ”magazine, read leisurely.