New criminal police

October 27th, 219 is the fifth day after I came back from Xinjiang. I sat on the sleeper car back to Jilin. Compared with the hard seat when I came, I was much more comfortable. There were no noisy voices and peddlers' hawking. I was lying on the lower berth of the carriage, and the train was speeding on the rails. I was busy for several days, and my body was tired. The swaying body was like a baby's cot. I fell asleep soon and didn't know how to get there. I received a short message from the cadre in charge of political work, which roughly means that the branch opened a party committee to draft me to be transferred to the Interpol Brigade. I didn't have such a big ups and downs, although it was sudden, but it wasn't my intention. Compared with working in the police station for four years, I really didn't have the heart to fight for anything. It was also a variety of things in these four years that made me flee to Xinjiang and return to the familiar city. Everything on both sides of the street was so fresh. The same face makes me feel happy. I have never felt the sense of happiness and security before. There is a kind of happiness that I can't bear to sleep. The day of vacation at home is very simple. It is nothing more than accompanying my family, buying medicine for my father, shopping with my sister, and taking my grandmother to bask in the sun. I just enjoy my few holidays, a month's vacation, which is beautiful when I think about it. At the beginning of November, the unit shift schedule came out, and I saw that the date was November 4 th. In this way, the one-month vacation ended, and I only lived in Jilin for 7-8 days before and after. The day before I arrived at the brigade, I lost sleep, which was a worry about my future work and uncertainty in the face of the new environment. I got up early and packed my things, brought washing utensils and luggage on duty. Compared with when I was working in the police station, I got up one hour earlier that day to tidy up. It was a sunny day, but it was slightly cool in early autumn and the air was still cold. After a brief greeting with my colleagues I haven't seen for more than a year, I began to work. A director of the branch also asked our mid-team leader to take me to his office and said something entrusted. Everything was so natural, because I didn't sleep well, my mind was in a paste, so as not to make mistakes. I tried to say less, and that experience was also an understatement. I didn't think it was much of a halo. I cooperated with the public security to arrest people in the afternoon and was busy until 8 o'clock. Everything is familiar and unfamiliar. I went back to the standby room on the 6th floor to rest. Although it was a bit messy, it still made me feel happy. How clean and comfortable it was. I never thought about it. I had a phone call with my father in the evening, and I told him that I was very content, grateful for everything here, and would work well. I would do more when I was tired and bitter. He was very relieved of me. After all, I had done it myself for so many years. A person is facing the pressure of work and life, without the company of his family, but I should be progressive. In recent years, I have been trying to live, hang up the phone, and I should put myself in the right position and study more. The alarm clock is set at 5 o'clock the next day, because I have to catch a gang thief early, and I fell asleep unconsciously, sleeping very hard …