The two strong men nodded desperately and kept saying it had nothing to do with it.
These two people were frightened by the scene just now.
The police came in and handcuffed Song Nan's hands.
The moment he was cuffed, his hands finally began to tremble violently...
The fear and panic coming from the depths of his heart were like winding vines. The calmness he had just pretended to show was now falling apart bit by bit. He was just an ordinary person.
"What are you shaking for?" The policeman looked at Song Nan's tomb.
Song Nan Tomb didn't reply, and glanced sideways at Jiang Beize behind him from the corner of his eye.
"It has nothing to do with him. I killed him."
"No one can escape."
The police took away everyone present and took them to the police station in three vehicles.
Song Nan Tomb, Jiang Beize and the two strong men were placed in four interrogation rooms for interrogation.
The four people honestly explained what happened, and there was not much difference in their words.
48 hours later, Jiang Beize and the two men were released. Song Nan Tomb killed someone and was detained for criminal detention, waiting for the appeal court to pronounce a verdict, which usually starts within three months.
"I'll help you find a lawyer, the best lawyer. Don't worry, I didn't tell your brother about this. He called you two days ago. I said you were busy with work, so he didn't ask any more questions. ”
Jiang Beize came to visit, his eyes were red through a glass window.
"sorry… "
Song Nan Tomb disagreed, "You're sorry for me. That person fell in love with me after all. Generally speaking, it was me who got you involved."
"It would have been better if you hadn't met me."
When Jiang Beize said this, Song Nan Tomb's face suddenly sank to the bottom.
"Take back what you just said, I take it seriously."
“…”
Jiang Beize stopped talking and just stared at him quietly. He shed tears when he wanted to speak, but then he realized that he couldn't say anything. It was best to look at him like this.
"I will find the best lawyer for you, don't worry." Jiang Beize repeated again.
"I know a lawyer. You can find him. He is an old friend and he is reliable."
"okay, I get it."
Song Nan Tomb raised a hand and placed it on his hair through the glass.
"Go and get your hair cut. Your bangs have grown so long that you can't see your eyes."
Jiang Beize didn't want him to see his eyes yet.
Because he is crying.
Song Nan Tomb lowered his hand.
"Listen, I have registered a company now. I will tell you the specific operations now. You will help me take care of it. Before I come out, this company will be in your charge."
"Why do you still remember the company... First think about how much sentence you will be sentenced to!"
"I am confident that I can spend the rest of my life with you. You listen to me and take good care of this company. In the future, I will be the chairman and you will be the general manager. We will eat, drink and have fun, and I will take you to see the world. "
Jiang Beize nodded and said yes.
When the time for the visit came, Jiang Beize turned around and left. Song Nan Tomb stared at his figure, the relief on his face gradually dimmed, and his eyes were filled with haze and sadness.
*
This is not the first time Song Nan Tomb has been in trouble.
I used to be young and energetic, and I got into fights and brawls. At that time, I had no awe or bottom line, and I was not afraid of anything.
Now he is really scared.
Afraid of not being able to see the sun tomorrow.
I'm afraid that when I wake up, I will be left with only a cold body.
"Hey, Brother Ye is in trouble again."
The lawyer came, wearing a suit, with shiny black hair, combed upwards meticulously.
Song Nan Tomb originally had his hands in his hair. When he heard the sound, he raised his eyes. His eyes were messy and complicated.
"Where is your Huangmao?"
"It was cut long ago. How old is this? Do you think it's still the time when we were fighting?"
Huang Mao has made great achievements in the past few years.
After Song Nan Tomb heard about him, he was admitted to law school and then graduated as a lawyer. He was considered a successful lawyer.
"I really didn't want to take your case."
Huang Mao sat down in front of Song Nan's tomb, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over.
Song Nan Tomb waved his hand, "Police station, please take it easy, we won't do any more shooting."
Huang Mao smiled and said, "You have become a coward in the past few years."
"Let's get down to business, what happened to my case?"
"It's nothing, it's not very difficult to handle. I'm just afraid that I'll mess it up for you and sentence you to life."
"try it yourself."
The four words "Song Nan Tomb" bring a smile.
Huang Mao also laughed, "You are so brave. You asked me to be your defense lawyer, and you are not afraid that I will stab you in the back?"
"I didn't cuckold you that time about Chi Xiaoxiao, so I'm not afraid of you stabbing me."
"You studied psychology, right?"
"I call this the importance of brotherhood."
"...You are not acting in self-defense."
Huang Mao's eyes became serious.
"You have over-defended yourself, so if you want to be released safely, it is impossible."
"Go on."
When Song Nan's tomb came, he wanted to smoke, but he held it back. Before Huang Mao came, he was already mentally prepared.
"Ten to thirty years, at least ten years, you have a number."
"At least ten years?" Song Nan Tomb asked again.
Huang Mao nodded, not joking. We have grown up and are no longer the mischievous gangsters we were before.
Song Nan's tomb remained silent.
No one spoke. There was a long gap in the middle, and the silence was so nerve-wracking.
"Ang, I understand."
Song Nan Tomb shrugged his shoulders.
"Then it depends on your ability. After I am released from prison, whether I am thirty or fifty is up to you."
"Hey Saonian, you're putting me under a lot of pressure!"
Huang Mao put out the cigarette and nodded with his little finger.
"If the sentence is unreasonable, you can appeal again!"
"No, I believe you."
trust you!
His mere two words made Huang Mao's psychological pressure increase a thousand times.
…
Huang Mao then visited Song Nan's tomb many times.
He is a defense lawyer and needs to study the entire case, including the causes and consequences, the relationship between Song Nan Tomb and Song Mi, etc.
All of this requires the cooperation of Song Nan Tomb.
"If necessary, your brother will be needed as a witness to cooperate." Huang Mao said.
Song Nan Tomb was stunned.
The next second he yelled, "My brother has nothing to do with this matter, and I can't get rid of it!"
"But the deceased also knew your brother, didn't he?"
"So what? She knows a lot of people."
After Song Nan Tomb said this, he suddenly grabbed Huang Mao's hand.
"Please... don't tell my brother about this, okay? Just this, I beg you."
He finally convinced Song Yikai to accept his love.
If Song Yikai finds out now that he killed someone and goes to jail, then after he is released from prison, he will really be finished.
Huang Mao sighed.
"I understand, you, Song Nanye, knelt down and let me beat you for that boy's notebook, and now you are living like a dog for that boy's sake."
"It's better than the walking dead before."
Huang Mao left, and the uncle who delivered food to Song Nan's tomb came over.
It has to be said that Song Nan Tomb is the most handsome and youngest among this group of people.
"Young man, you are really bad with women. All the people who come to see you are men." The uncle joked.
“…”
Song Nan Tomb didn't answer the conversation. He lowered his head to eat. He could usually chat with the old man, but he was not in the mood today. He was thinking about Song Yikai. His brother who was far away in Ningcheng was worried about him all day long.
He is unfilial.
"Hey, another man is here."
After the uncle finished speaking, Song Nan Tomb raised his eyes.
With a bang, all the chopsticks and bowls in his hands fell.
"elder brother… "
Eyes facing each other.
Song Yikai was dressed very plainly today, wearing a shabby gray jacket, and his face was haggard. Song Nan Tomb looked at him as if his heart had been stabbed, and the words "I'm sorry" were stuck in his throat, rolling up and down.
"sorry."
The person who said this is Song Yikai.
Song Yikai raised his hand and slapped himself.
"Sorry brother, who am I introducing to you?"
“…”
"My fault! If I had accepted you earlier, there wouldn't have been this farce! It was my fault. I shouldn't have used my method to force you. I should have accepted the punishment. I'm sorry for you. Too much!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and slapped himself again.
His face immediately turned red.
The people in the other cells looked this way.
When Song Yikai raised his hand for the third time, Song Nan Tomb grabbed his hand.
"You're not sorry for me!"
He said.
"Brother, you don't know how lucky I am to be named Song and to be born in the old Song family. I burned high incense in my previous life!"
Song Yikai burst into tears, "You brat, you said in the past that your surname would not be Song in your next life. If I had known you would be here today, I would rather you not have a surname of Song!"
"Okay, okay, don't be sensational. It's really okay. Your brother is destined to die."
"If you die, I will jump off the building too!"
Song Yikai shouted at the top of his voice.
This time, Song Nan Tomb was frightened. The second time Huang Mao came over, he used various threats, inducements and coercion, telling Huang Mao that he must fight for the maximum rights for him, otherwise he would let Huang Mao become a woman.
Huang Mao was speechless: "I'm under a lot of pressure these days, okay! The court will be held the day after tomorrow, and your birthday is tomorrow. It's such a good day!"
Song Nan Tomb was stunned for a moment.
"My... birthday tomorrow?"
"Ang, I still remember it, but you have forgotten it yourself?"
Song Nan Tomb wiped his face and was speechless.
He got up very early the next day, washed his face several times, and brushed his teeth several times, knowing that Jiang Beize would definitely come over today.
After waiting for a day, Jiang Beize didn't come over.
It was getting dark, and Song Nan's tomb was leaning against the wall, squatting and about to fall asleep.
I had a dream. I dreamed that in the classroom, a boy was teasing Jiang Beize. He was so angry that he overturned the table, then grabbed him and beat him up.
Then he beat him to death and said he would be sentenced to death.
I trembled and woke up from the dream, with cold sweat breaking out all over my body and on my forehead.
Only then did he realize that it was dark outside. He couldn't see the moon, and he didn't know what the stars were like. There were many twinkling stars hanging in the sky.
He suddenly felt colder than ever before.
It has never been colder since I was born.
The loneliness of being abandoned by the whole world filled every cell in my body.
Song Nan Tomb lowered his head and took a few breaths of hot air into the palm of his hand. It was cold...
Squatting like this, my legs are numb.
"Hey boy, the pretty boy is here to see you."
Song Nan's tomb raised his head and his eyes lit up.
The old man who delivered the meal chuckled, "Look at how happy you are, just like a dog seeing a bone."
"You lied to me?!"
"Tsk, tsk, what kind of place do you think this detention center is? It just cares about your food, drink, and accommodation, and gives you a single cell. Do you think it's a nursing home, and your family members can come and see it if they want to?"
The uncle simply took a handful of melon seeds, sat on the ground and crossed his legs.
"Oh, you, you are so young. You will appeal tomorrow. I don't know how many years you will be sentenced. You are only in your early twenties. You have spent your best youth here. It is difficult..."
"You talk a lot of nonsense today." Song Nan Tomb picked his ears.
The uncle is not annoyed.
"Boy, I feel like your family is quite powerful. Didn't your brother come over to see you two days ago? Look at the other rooms. How can you let so many people in? Except for lawyers, the rest are like walls. There are no seams.”
"...I'm too lazy to explain to you."
Song Nan's tomb continued to lie down.
He squatted like this until dawn, his legs completely numb, and he didn't even wait for Jiang Beize to come over.
I can't explain how I feel, my 21st birthday has just passed.
He met Jiang Beize when he was 16 years old, left his hometown for him when he was 18 years old, and killed people for him when he was 21 years old...
All the craziness and craziness are because of that one person.
…
The court is in session.
Song Nan Tomb was escorted to court in handcuffs.
He hadn't seen the sun for a long time. What was more dazzling than the sun was Jiang Beize sitting in the audience.
He was standing there, wearing the black sweatshirt the two of them had bought while shopping. He saw him at first glance.
He looked at him across the crowd, and then Song Nan Tomb took the lead in retracting his gaze.
Huang Mao was fully prepared. Today he was spitting like crazy, his brain and IQ were on the line, and finally the judge gave the order—
ten years.
Song Mian's sister was not convinced and appealed.
There was not much expression on Song Nan's tomb's face, and he was taken away after the trial.
"Boy, ten years is already pretty good."
The uncle likes to talk to Song Nan Tomb the most, but Song Nan Tomb doesn't have much expression on his face.
He was lying on the small bed sleeping, and he was in a daze. Before dawn, he heard someone calling his name.
Rubbing his groggy eyes, he looked over and saw a fair face. Most of the sleepy man had fled away.
"Am I dreaming?"
Jiang Beize scratched his hair in embarrassment, "Yesterday it was your birthday. I begged outside the police station for a whole day, but they wouldn't let me in. They said that the court would be held today and family members would not be allowed in. Happy birthday... it's a bit late."
A small chocolate cake was pushed in.
The length and width are just right, just enough to fit in along the two railings of the door.
Song Nan Tomb shed tears. He kept crying and raised his head, but the tears still fell.
Jiang Beize put his arm in to wipe his tears, "What's wrong, are you feeling unwell? It's okay. We're not afraid of the other party's appeal. The lawyer said there won't be any big changes, so don't worry."
“…”
Song Nan Tomb was speechless, taking deep breaths and wiping tears with his sleeves.
Jiang Beize felt extremely uncomfortable. Seeing him cry, he also shed tears.
"I will stay with you. Ten years will be soon. I will come to see you every day and tell you stories. As well as the company you registered, I will take good care of it for you now. Don't worry, I'm sure It’s all done for you.”
"I really thought you didn't want me anymore!"
The sleeves hung down, revealing a pair of red eyes.
He never cried like this, not when he quarreled with his brother, not when he killed someone, and he didn't even cry like this when he thought he would be sentenced to life.
Jiang Beize burst into tears and smiled.
"How could it be?... No, I have to follow my brother Nan to eat, drink, have fun, and travel around the world. Just don't dislike me for not having the ability."
Song Nan Tomb snorted, "Yesterday I squatted here all night waiting for you to come over. My legs are numb."
"I was squatting in front of the police station yesterday, and my legs were numb..."
“…”
Song Nan Tomb stopped talking, and his gloomy mood became smoother.
"No regrets?"
Three words, every word is accurate.
How could Jiang Beize not understand what he meant? He shook his head without hesitation, "I don't regret it."
"I just gave you the chance. You said so yourself."
"Well, what I said is truer than gold."
…
Song's sister eventually gave up her appeal.
Song Nan Tomb heard from Jiang Beize that it was Song Yikai who knelt in front of him and begged him not to appeal.
"He's a bastard!"
Song Nan Tomb cursed and his eyes turned red.
"He is my younger brother, and I am his older brother. We have depended on each other since childhood."
"I know, don't worry, I will take good care of Brother Yikai during this period. As for the rest... wait until you are 30 years old, and you can slowly honor him."
"Um."
…
Ten years can be said to be fast or slow.
Just like when Song Nan Tomb was 6 years old, his parents divorced.
When he was 16 years old, he met Jiang Beize.
He felt that the ten years during that period were painful and long.
From the age of 16 to 21, another five years passed, but those five years passed in the blink of an eye, just like the past five months. Before I had time to reflect, time slipped away quietly.
Early in the morning, Song Nan Tomb stroked his chin.
I felt a circle of stubble.
He curled his lips in front of the mirror.
Oh, he's 30 years old.
No... He just celebrated his birthday yesterday and he is already 31.
"Boy, you can get out of jail today."
The old man who delivers the food seems to have the ability to freeze his age. He still has the same virtue after ten years. Except for his hair being a little grayer and his face having more wrinkles, there are no changes. He also likes to squint his eyes and smile at him.
Song Nan Tomb also laughed, "I'm already thirty, and I'm still a kid, sir."
"That's the old boy!"
One sentence made Song Nan Tomb laugh.
The moment I came out, I felt unprecedentedly relaxed.
I felt an unprecedented weight again.
Relaxation is saying goodbye to the past.
Everything in the past, joys and sorrows, sorrows and sorrows, are all left behind in this prison with time.
Weight is the weight of the future.
He is really a man.
An upright man, eroded and polished by time.
Song Nan Tomb closed his eyes and took a breath.
The September sky in Ningcheng is slightly cool, and the air that breaks through the ground is very clean.
"Brother Nan!"
Hearing the clear and familiar voice, Song Nan Tomb opened his eyes and looked over. His eyes were wide open and he directly saw Jiang Beize standing under the tree, without any obstruction in between.
Jiang Beize had his hair cut and handed over a white coat in his hand.
"I'm here to pick you up, Brother Nan."
Song Nan Tomb folded his arms and lowered his dark eyes, "I asked you to call me Brother Nan before, but you won't do it until you die."
"I've been calling you for more than ten years. I'm used to it. What will I call you next?"
"What's your name?... I remember back in the day, someone always talked about his second brother."
Still mentioning old things.
Jiang Beize also laughed, "I can't do that now. I miss someone else. That person is far away and right in front of me."
"Always wanted to?"
"Always wanted to."
Really loud.
Song Nan Tomb finally smiled.
…
His first thirty years seemed like a lot of time was wasted.
But compared to others, he lived so thoroughly, so freely, so openly.
He is the tomb of Song Nan.
South of Nanshan, the tomb of the cemetery.
He has been deviant all his life.
(End of chapter)