Two years of prison life have allowed Xiangbei's thinking and behavior to be reshaped.

He now has a habit of seeing people wearing uniforms immediately, and he will stand up straight and stare at them. Moreover, he never talks much, and he will answer whatever others ask.

This is enough to prove that prison is a magical place. Anyone who is dishonest will become honest after walking here.

Yes, the warden! After hearing Song Qingzheng's order, Xiangbei subconsciously adjusted himself and responded with a straight posture.

Looking around the room north, there was a chair directly in front of the desk, and a long sofa close to the wall. He thought for a while and sat on the sofa one step away.

Sit here. Song Qingzheng pointed to the chair next to the desk, and his tone was gentle.

For a few seconds, he was, the warden. He was half-sitting in a chair, his upper body straight.

The head of the discipline education department mentioned you to me and said that you performed very well. I have read the prison newspapers in recent issues, which has made great progress compared to before. Thanks to your pen. Song Qingzheng said happily.

Warden Xie praised the prison leaders for their proper arrangements, and I just did what I should do. Xiangbei was still sitting upright and looking serious.

Don’t be too reserved today, let’s chat like friends. Song Qingzheng tried to ease the atmosphere.

Hearing Song Qingzheng say this, Xiangbei slowly relaxed.

Song Qingzheng was holding a piece of material and stood in front of Xiangbei. I have read the year-end review and appraisal form for the past two years. The transformation in prison performed very well, with many bonus points. However, every time you filled out the form, you did not plead guilty and wrote it and was retaliated by others. This is not a good thing for your overall review.

Song Qingzheng put the table in his hand on the table and spoke earnestly.

Prisons must fill out forms at the end of each year, and prisoners must write their understanding and attitude towards crime, which is also the main way for prisons to understand the prison's situation.

Yes, warden. Xiangbei was silent for a while, his tone was calm, and the discipline told me that I had to admit my guilt. If I didn’t admit my guilt, I would not be able to reduce the sentence. I knew he was for my own good. But if he didn’t commit a crime, it would be my bottom line and I couldn’t compromise.

Of course, confessing guilt is not the only condition for commutation of sentences. Song Qingzheng said that prisons receive a lot of similar feedback every year. According to your current performance, commutation of sentences is fine. Besides, your sentence is not long. As long as you perform well, you can get out soon. Go north, no matter what, there will be a new beginning when you go out.

Thank you Warden, I will remember your words.

Are you still used to eating and living normally? Just mention any opinions. Song Qingzheng asked.

Xiangbei knew that he could just take this as a listen. If he really made an opinion, he would be a fool. After all, he was not here to stay in a hotel, but to serve his sentence and reform, so he had a clear idea.

The discipline is very nice to me, and my inmates have also provided me with a lot of help. What I am most happy every day is that I can write articles and publish newspapers, which is very fulfilling. Xiangbei is not polite, but expresses his feelings. He is destined to be inseparable from his pen throughout his life. When writing and painting, he has a sense of sustenance in his heart.

The recent experience made Xiangbei think about many things, such as Nuo Yi's death, and the letters of complaints that falsely accused him. These things have been accumulated in his heart and are difficult to calm down for a long time. He felt that people would die, regardless of men, women, old or young, if they die, they will die and nothing will be left.

But is there really nothing left? Not necessarily. For example, thoughts can be left behind, and words are the carrier of thought. Through words, let others understand what you think. If the words are good enough, even after a hundred years, some people will be willing to read and listen. This is eternal life.

After hearing Xiangbei's words, Song Qingzheng felt much more relaxed. Except for those who came in, everyone must have an adaptation process. He thought about it and decided to start today's topic.

There is another news, uh, it's a very bad news, but I still want to notify you.

Xiangbei browed and muttered in his heart: Very bad news, what kind of news will be? The sentence has changed? There is a new progress in the case? It should be possible that Xiangbei is unwilling to guess. After guessing for so many years and waiting for so many years, what is the result? There is nothing.

Just say it straight, warden. Xiangbei is straightforward.

Take a look at this. Song Qingzheng picked up the materials from the table and handed them to Xiangbei.

Xiangbei looked at Song Qingzheng in confusion, and an ominous premonition came.

The death notice took the materials north and looked at them in panic. When he saw the three words Zhou Xuecen, his whole body instantly became stiff and his mind was blank like an explosion.

Silence, long silence.

Song Qingzheng didn't speak, and Xiangbei didn't speak.

Suddenly, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his face became dark and purple like lack of oxygen. He endured it for a while, and then suddenly had an attack for a few seconds. He stood up from his seat with his head in his arms, and staggered and shouted hysterical.

Seeing this, the sergeant rushed in from outside the door and held him down with Song Qingzheng.

What's wrong with him? Song Qingzheng asked.

A headache occurred! The counselor took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, took out two pills, and stuffed them into his mouth. His disease could not be stimulated, and it would occur once it was stimulated.

After about ten minutes of touching, the north gradually calmed down. The arms and neck, which were originally exposed in blue veins, returned to normal, and their face became brighter.

Sorry, warden. Sorry, discipline. Xiangbei's first reaction after regaining consciousness was to apologize. He knew that he had not controlled himself and almost caused a big disaster.

It's fine. Song Qingzheng stuffed the teacup into his hand.

He took the cup north and gulped it.

When did you get the root of the disease? Why didn’t you go to the hospital for a look? Song Qingzheng asked.

It was because of this case that I was diagnosed during my hospitalization. But it was not a big deal, and it didn't matter now. Xiangbei smiled faintly, looking like he was desperate.

Xiangbei now found that every time his headache occurs, his body will undergo some changes, such as instant memory loss. He found that the memory he lost was longer than once. He used to just forget what happened when the attack occurred, but now he will forget what happened 10 or 20 minutes ago.

Another change is that every time the attack occurs, the whole person will expand like a tear, and there is a cicada pupa inside his body that wants to shed. In this way, he will be unable to control himself to attack the people around him, and his strength is surprisingly strong that even several people can't hold it.

Going north regained his mind, remembered the "Notice of Death", and became gloomy again.

This happened a week ago, and the materials were not given to you. Because, I never thought about how to tell you. Song Qingzheng admitted frankly.

He even predicted several reactions towards the north, such as losing control of emotions, and roaring; for example, he would tear off the notice and roar. No matter which reaction, it was human nature, and he had already thought of a solution for these situations.

However, none of these appeared.

Looking north, it looked very calm, and this calm even surprised Song Qingzheng.

Xiangbei looked at the "Death Notice" and a simple investigation report. He had a rough understanding of the cause and experience of Zhou Xuechen's death.

Is it because of a car accident? Xiangbei said lightly.

The final investigation results showed that this was a traffic accident, and the owner was sentenced to drunk driving. Originally, the car was mainly responsible for civil compensation, but the family was too poor to afford it, so the matter was put aside.

After hearing Song Qingzheng's words, Xiangbei remained silent. Whether or not money is no longer important to him. He only had hatred in his heart, hating Zhou Xuecen why he was so careless. This woman is now free and reunited with her son. How should she live alone?

Have you done your funeral? Ask Bei.

It has been done. If you need anything else to help me, tell me.

Xiangbei shook his head, what else can I help? Help me see my wife for the last time?

Warden, if nothing is wrong, can I go back? Xiangbei did not look up and still looked at the notice.

Well, you go back, Song Qingzheng didn't know how to comfort him. If he had any thoughts, he told the discipline and not to keep it in his heart.

Thank you, Warden. Xiangbei stood up, bowed slightly, and turned around to leave. By the way, what will happen afterwards, do you know?

I heard from the police that her parents were here and some friends helped with the handling. Song Qingzheng said that the ashes were placed with the children.

Yes, we were reunited. Xiangbei squeezed out these words, his voice was so weak that even Song Qingzheng could not hear what he said clearly.

Going north followed the discipline, passed a square and several corridors, and returned to the prison. During the whole few minutes, he walked mechanically like his soul leaving his body, without any consciousness, and was completely driven by a shell.

The sky was cloudy and a little stuffy. It seemed that it was going to rain. Xiangbei suddenly stood up and looked up at the sky.

Is it going to rain? Xiangbei seemed to be talking to himself.

The discipline also looked up at the sky: the weather forecast said it would rain tonight.

Well, it's time to get into the drought, so long.

Xiangbei smiled and continued to walk forward. After returning to the prison, Xiangbei fell down on the bed, staring at the roof, and still holding a corner of the notice with his left hand.

Two years of prison life have learned a lot of things, including forbearance - whether it is sad or happy, it is hidden in his heart. However, his ability has not been mastered to the point of perfection. After a long time, he suddenly hid the notification letter on his face with his hands and sobbed. Tears quickly soaked the two pages of paper, then flowed down his cheeks, and soaked the pillow.

For Xiangbei, these tears are not a way to express sadness. In fact, every tear reflects a memory, and he uses tears to commemorate the people he loves the most and the past they experienced together.

A tear commemorates their youthful time. It was a period of joy, love and innocence, which was very hard. They all looked forward to growing up, hoping to enter society and make a personal appearance. However, it was also the best time in their lives, and even every smile and every step exuded the breath of youth.

Xiangbei gradually remembered many things, the songs they had heard of the roads they had gone to, the restaurants they had even quarreled. These things became clearer and clearer in their minds, as if they were frames of pictures.

A tear tributes to their humble life. It was the most difficult day in life - single bed instant noodles came to this city, and I saw a confused look. Later, I had a small family and then everyone, all of this seemed to be set.

They thought this difficulty was only material, they were rich people in the spiritual world. But later they found out that they were nothing, but just a part of the humble society. Sometimes, Xiangbei even laughed at himself with his friends, saying that he was not as good as a dog on the street. The dog only wagged his tail to his owner, but he was humble to everyone.

A tear tributes to their warm home. It is a harbor that can escape from wind and rain - a family photo of the beef noodle stroller. No matter how strong the wind and rain are outside, they are kept away from this harbor.

Going north is like a devout pilgrim, completing the entire memorial ceremony in tears. He remembered the poems that the two read together: When the spider sealed my furnace, and when the smoke of ashes sighed the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly paved the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future.
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