Inside the airtight prison, the door creaked open.
"He Songbai, your sentence has expired."
"These are clean clothes and a little money. After you go out, be a good person, don't be so impulsive and don't do anything again." The fat prison guard said with a smile.
He knew what happened to this young man in front of him. He personally killed a university teacher and was sentenced to 30 years in prison. This kind of impulsive murder of young people, the prison can receive a few every year, and the prison guards treat these social cancers with contempt.
Only later did they find out that He Songbai killed a rapist, and they couldn't help but regret it.
He is really smart. In just a few short years, he has taught himself a lot of knowledge in the prison, and he has also helped the prison to simplify a set of file algorithms, which effectively reduces the workload of the file room staff. Since then it has attracted everyone's attention. He gained more opportunities to contact books. Two years later, he understood the principles of matter and electricity and invented the energy-saving and environmentally friendly LED light bulbs. Effectively reduces power consumption by 80%.
Now that the energy-saving lamp he invented has been promoted nationwide, he also received a five-year commutation of his sentence. And then he did it again, and he made something called a computing machine out of transistors. The prison guards didn't know what this thing did, but after it got out of the prison, a professor came to visit him in person.
He got a fifteen-year commutation, that is, he was released after ten years in prison. This is the first time that the fat prison guard has ever seen the most powerful prisoner in labor.
He Songbai narrowed his eyes as he reflected the sunlight. He squeezed the package on his shoulders and waved at the fat prison guard with a smile.
"I will."
Breathing in the fresh air, a dim light flashed in his eyes. After he woke up half a year ago, he found himself in prison.
The reason was manslaughter, and he was sentenced to thirty years in prison. After many inquiries, he realized that the person he killed was Wu Yong.
Reasonable, but unexpected.
He is locked up in prison, what about his family, his object
A month later, the eldest sister came to visit him. He Songbai discovered during the chat with the eldest sister that he had no partner, and the He family had never received so-called educated youth before. Those educated youths knew the landowners of their homes and could not wait to hide away, so how could they be willing to live in their homes
And there is no one named Zhao Lanxiang in the educated youth.
He Songbai left the prison with doubts in his heart. He first went to the countryside to appease the old man. Grandma was still in good spirits, but her eyes were not very good.
Hearing that it was the year he was in prison, there were so many tears that he was almost blind.
He Songbai, who has been rich for most of his life, saw the old man still eating green vegetables and tofu in his later years and living a poor life, He Songbai was heartbroken.
He took out the little money left in his body and used the fastest method to earn his first pot of gold in this world.
He repaired the dilapidated house in the countryside, bought a lot of nutritional supplements to replenish the old man's body, and took her to the hospital for a physical examination.
When Grandma Li met her grandson who was released from prison, she burst into tears in silence. Her dry palms caressed his face inch by inch, and she said with a tearful smile, "Just come out."
"Just come out."
The old man's neat and clean hair has become messy, his face is much older than this time in his previous life, and his back is hunched and bent almost indistinctly. The eldest sister later told him that it was because she was recuperating in bed at the time, and the grandmother used crutches to walk, take care of her, do laundry, cook, grow vegetables, and do various chores.
Rao is He Songbai, who has been strong for most of his life, and also shed tears at this moment.
He dug up the family's ancestral property, pawned a few of them at auction, used the exchanged money to make the original capital, went to the stock exchange to buy gold frantically, and sold them all when the gold price soared to the highest point. He gave all the money he earned to his grandmother and settled her heart.
He Songbai said firmly: "I will let Grandma live a good life... Grandma should also be more optimistic and have a better mentality. I am still waiting for Grandma to teach my children Chinese, math and painting."
Grandma Li was amused by her grandson, and she slept comfortably with her arms around her grandson.
In the dream, she really dreamed of the well-behaved Bai Nen's great-grandson and beautiful great-granddaughter.
…
During the Qingming Festival, there is a drizzle of rain.
He Songbai drove on a familiar street in City G. He hesitated and came to the downstairs of a tube house, looking up at a certain household.
He knocked on the door of Zhao's house, and a familiar face emerged from it.
Feng Lian asked, "Who are you?"
He Songbai replied, "Is this the home of Comrade Zhao Lanxiang?"
Feng Lian nodded.
He Songbai said, "I am a friend of Comrade Zhao Lanxiang. Is she at home now?"
His unhurried voice had a taste of patient listening, and Feng Lian responded to such a stranger for the first time: "She is not here, she should be in the army compound."
"Is there something wrong with her?"
He Songbai caught the inexplicable emotions that flashed in Feng Lian's eyes, and noticed the bloodshot eyes that had boiled out of her eyes. This is what it looks like to be extremely sad. He Songbai knew that his mother-in-law was actually a very peaceful person.
Ten years later, what happened to the subject during the time he was in prison? how have you been
He pressed down the surging doubts in his heart and drove to the military compound of the G military region. In this world, he also knew Gu Huaijin, and with Gu Huaijin's guidance, he was able to enter the military compound.
"呲-"
The sound of tires rubbing against the ground suddenly cut through the silent road. He Songbai hurriedly turned the steering wheel, and the front of the car hit a tree on the road.
Gu Gong stuck his head out and asked, "It's okay, don't worry, I didn't bump into it."
He Songbai quickly got out of the car and saw the woman lying on the side of the road.
A slight drizzle fell on the thick leaves, and occasionally a drop or two wet her body. He Songbai was silent for a while, stretched out the woman's hair, and touched the pulse of her neck with his thumb.
The slightly curly hair was lifted, and He Songbai could see her face clearly.
Gentle, beautiful, and comfortable to look at. At this moment, his heart seemed to feel the pain of being squeezed tightly.
He took out his eldest brother, made a phone call, hugged the woman with strong arms, and drove to the hospital.
…
When Zhao Lanxiang woke up, she found herself sleeping on the hospital bed. She asked the nurse who brought her to the hospital.
The nurse only briefly described: "Tall and thin, with a very refined temperament."
When Zhao Lanxiang heard the nurse's description, it was not Jiang Jianjun, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you going to find him now?"
At that time, Zhao Lanxiang was in her thirties. Because of proper maintenance, her skin was very fair. She looks vaguely aged. The young nurse hesitated for a moment on what to call her, and the next moment she said, "Don't worry, the gentleman is still here and told me to take good care of you."
"He should have bought you breakfast, and he will be back later."
Zhao Lanxiang tore off the needle tube on her wrist and struggled to stand up. She quickly fell back on the bed.
The nurse said solemnly, "comrade, you have just experienced a miscarriage and are very weak."
"If you don't want to be able to conceive again in this life, lie down."
Zhao Lanxiang touched the corner of her eye, where it was so dry that she could no longer shed tears.
She just passed her first seven days yesterday, and because she wasn't a child born smoothly, she couldn't set up a mourning hall. Zhao Lanxiang could only burn the little clothes she made for him one by one to him in heaven. She took his ashes and found a cemetery to bury them with love.
She hugged the quilt tiredly and huddled on the bed, closing her eyes.
The nurse in charge of her bed looked at the woman with a sluggish expression with pity, and shook her head.