This Saturday in the early spring of Fawang District is a summer Wednesday in Lyra Star 3 District.
Hualien Prison is heavily guarded, standing in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a gilded steel cube.
It is surrounded by endless green poplar forests, becoming an island far from prosperity and freedom.
There are ten minutes left, and the day's visitation time is coming to an end. The prison guard rang the bell, armed with electric batons and firearms, and led the inmates who were out in the open air into the building.
The heavy cell doors were closed one by one, and the sound of the electronic lock was heard one after another in the building.
Just when the main gate on the entire floor was about to close, a prison guard called out with a communicator, "332187, someone is visiting."
Zhao Zemu paused as he walked to the bedside, then looked at the communication port in the cell: "Me?"
"Yes, someone has come to see you."
This is the 10th day that Zhao Zemu was transferred to Hualien Prison. He was waiting for someone—
The youngest and only remaining heir of the Manson family's generation, his childhood friend and playmate, George Manson.
"Are you surprised?" the other party asked him, standing two meters away.
"A little bit." Zhao Zemu was silent for a moment, then said, "Joe came here a few days ago. I came alone. I thought..."
Manson nodded knowingly: "Think I left you a sip of wine, but I don't want to see you?"
Zhao Zemu didn't speak for a long time, then suddenly sighed and smiled.
"There were too many things in my hands a while ago, and all the mess was thrown over me, and I couldn't get out of it," Manson said.
Zhao Zemu nodded: "I know."
This topic should have been embarrassing.
The reason why Manson couldn't get away was because Brewer and Milo Manson were executed, and the group was in chaos. This is due to Zhao Zemu providing evidence.
And those two made countless sins during their lifetimes, even the youngest brother was not spared. During this process, Zhao Zemu also crossed his hand.
Regardless of whether the original intention is good or bad, there is a complicated account between Zhao Zemu and George Manson, and between Zhao and the Manson Group, which may be difficult to sort out in this life.
But this embarrassing topic seemed natural and straightforward between these two people at such a time and place.
One mentioned it, the other answered.
George Manson glanced around, and his eyes fell back to Zhao Zemu: "Is it difficult here?"
Zhao Zemu smiled and did not answer directly.
Difficulty is inevitable, but it should be.
In any case, Mr. Zhao did have an unclear relationship with Brewer and Milo, and the old friend in front of him did wander around the line of life and death because of him, and the one who had a diving accident was sent to the hospital. First aid lawyer.
He secretly changed out of his diving suit because the lawyer's wetsuit had powder that attracted sea snakes. Brewer and Milo's staff tried to attract sea snakes and bit George Manson, who was in the water.
There was actually a better solution to that matter, but he missed the opportunity because of hesitation and chose the worst one, so that everyone had a hard time.
At the end of the day, the heart was not enough and the road was not upright enough.
"I'm lucky, I have the opportunity to compensate and return to the right track. Five years have been the result of discretion and discretion." Zhao Zemu paused for a while, and then said with a bit of regret: "Unfortunately... The wine that Joe kept in Cherry Manor, I I can't drink."
The visitation room was quiet.
After a while, George Manson's voice sounded again: "A wait for the wine to be sealed for a longer time, it will taste better, why can't it be drunk."
"Five years..." George Manson seemed to be thinking seriously. "In another five years, it's time to sort out the mess on my side and get back on track. It's time to have a drink together."
After walking through the door of life and death, and experiencing a major family case, this dandy young master who has been wandering around for more than ten years has quietly changed his appearance.
The hair is shorter, the temperament is quite restrained, and the button of the shirt is no longer unbuttoned below the chest.
Through the thick bulletproof glass, Zhao Zemu couldn't smell the outside. But he thought, George Manson shouldn't have that lingering smell of alcohol again.
He finally saw the eyes of this old friend when he was young again, and this should be the most authentic appearance of the other party.
fine.
What will he, George Manson, and Joe be like in five years? Kind of hard to imagine.
But... it should be better.
When the sun goes down here, Decamafavan is still in the afternoon.
Another group of old friends gathered in the lake area, and the usually quiet lakeside villa became lively.
In the past, the reception was held in the house in the university town of Metz in Yansuizhi, where it was more convenient for students to come and go.
This private residence of Lake Villa is the first time.
So Laura and the others are very curious about everything here, even the grass in the yard.
But they were embarrassed to behave too much in front of the dean, so they always harassed Gu Yan while Yan Sui was going upstairs or taking things.
"Are those two empty branches created by someone?" Laura asked.
Gu Yan: "No, dead branches."
Laura: "… "
This woman has the "traditional fault" of Metz law students - a blind worship of the dean.
She stared at the dead branches for a while, and then said, "Then why didn't you clean it up? The dean likes this sense of art?"
Gu Yan: "I just died two days ago, and I didn't have time to clear it up."
Laura: "… "
Elena on the side found a reason: "It's normal, you think it's been a few months since the dean's accident. It shouldn't have been taken care of for a long time, and of course it will die. Isn't it Gu?"
Gu Yan said lightly: "In fact, some of them are new seedlings that were just shipped in a week ago."
Elena: "Then what..."
"I'll ask your dean. Take a week off at home and leave the yard like this."
Laura: "That must be bad flower and grass seeds."
Gu Yan: "..."
Just as he was talking, an extended van drove into the yard, and a man with a beard stuck his head out of the open window and complained, "I just happened to hear it, who said my flower seeds and grass seeds? something wrong?"
Maybe it was because he was really powerful, Laura took a step back silently, and pushed Lawyer Gu out with her fingers.
Gu Yan was completely convinced by these old classmates and friends.
"In the whole of Decama, can you find a better ornamental plant seed than mine?" The bearded man muttered and got out of the car.
Gu Yan gave Laura a brief introduction, "Gao Lin, an expert in ornamental plant cultivation."
"Oh—heard!" said Elena. "Joe often mentions it. I didn't know he knew you too."
Gu Yan rushed to a room on the second floor and raised his chin, "The one Mr. Gao knows best is upstairs."
"Dean?"
This time, without having to speak, Gao Lin spoke first: "Yan? Yes! We've known each other for a long time. In my cultivation room, one-third of the flowers, plants and trees die every year by his hands."
Everyone: "… "
"Including the lingering plants in this yard."
"… "
"Maybe in the near future, it will also include the batch I sent today."
"… "
Just as he was talking, a knock on the window suddenly came from somewhere upstairs.
When everyone raised their heads, they saw Yan Suizhi, who was going up to get the wine, leaning against the window, looking down without smiling. His eyes swept over Gao Lin, and finally fell on Gu Yan's eyes: "You speak so loudly that I'm afraid I won't be able to hear you?"
Laura and the others shook their heads quickly: "No, no."
"What's your drink tonight, Dean?" Jason Charles asked off topic.
Yan Suizhi said: "Cherry Manor just delivered it the day before yesterday, Ginza."
The crowd cheered for a while.
Gu Yan walked to the window, glanced at the people who were making a fuss not far away, raised his head and said to Yan Suizhi, "Remember to send a bottle to those two reporters."
When he was investigating the George Manson case at Lyra Star, Bunqi helped him a little, and Yan Suizhi said that he would give him a bottle of Ginza in the future. The past few days coincided with the brewing of new wine in Cherry Manor. He was afraid that he would be too busy to forget, so he asked Gu Yan to remind him.
"Send it, just sent a message to Cherry Manor." Yan Suizhi glanced at Gao Lin's car and asked, "You asked him to send another batch of seedlings?"
"Um."
"Anything?"
Gu Yan said, "You will know when you grow up."
Yan Suizhi raised his eyebrows: "Who do you learn from? I'm very worried that they won't survive until they grow up."
"Don't worry, there is me."
During the conversation, the crowd was noisy again.
Yan Suizhi and Gu Yan looked at the sound and saw a white car drove into the boulevard and stopped outside the courtyard gate.
This car was produced by Flying Shuo a few years ago. Everyone was familiar with it, but because they hadn't seen it for a long time, they didn't even react.
It was not until the two figures got out of the car that everyone suddenly realized that this was Ke Jin's car. No one has driven it since his accident, until today, when the engine was finally restarted.
"Ke Jin! Joe!" Laura waved her hand from a distance and said with a smile, "If you come late, you will be fined for drinking, do you hear?! Not one can escape!"
"It's obviously because you came early, don't take the opportunity to trick me." Master Qiao pointed at the smartphone, "At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, we arrived just in time."
"Golden ten minutes to understand!" Everyone began to cheat.
"Go away, that's a rule made by the 'litigators' in your law school, it has nothing to do with me!" Qiao scolded with a smile.
Laura turned her head and said, "Ke Jin, he said you were a 'litigator', what do you think?"
Joe: "… "
The lady, who was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, turned her head and shouted to the second floor: "President! Young Master Qiao said that we are all 'litigators'!"
Yan Suizhi smiled: "I heard it."
"What should I do?" The crowd began to quarrel.
"Boom away."
Young Master Qiao was chased and bombarded by a group of old friends. Gao Lin carried the flower seedlings and tree pots through the crowd with difficulty. While watching the joke, he shouted: "Please let me go, please! This tree will lose its leaves and smash his face when you touch it. Don't blame me!"
In the end, Qiao couldn't hide, and was so tired that he leaned on Ke Jin's shoulder and gasped.
Everyone stopped making trouble, and chatted in twos and threes.
"When are you going to reopen the case?" Laura asked.
"I talked to the institute and I will go back in April." Ke Jin said.
"That's great."
Laura sighed sincerely, then turned to ask Joe, "I heard that you moved to Ke Jin's place recently?"
"Yes." Master Qiao explained: "The old fox and Ms. Eunice are working on a project recently, and they can't tolerate the business secrets of other companies from snooping on me, and they drove me out of the house. I had no choice but to occupy Ke Jin's territory. "
Laura snorted: "Excuse, I just saw your sister and you, the reason is as blind as it is blind."
Qiao immediately asked Ke Jin, "Is this reason blind?"
Ke Jin: "Well... it's okay."
Joe: "So reluctantly?"
Ke Jin changed his mouth: "Not blind, yes."
Master Qiao immediately straightened his back: "Yes, I never talk nonsense."
It happened that Gao Lin passed by holding the tree pot, and the wind blew a leaf and slapped it on Master Qiao's face.
Snapped-
Crisp and compelling.
Joe: "… "
Ke Jin was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and smiled.
Those melancholy things have become distant and blurred, never casting a shadow again.
Like a breeze passing through the shade of a hundred miles of trees, birds jumping in the treetops.
The best spring sun shines here, so the long road is full of light.