Zhang Guoquan rubbed the bubbles all over his hands. He originally thought Bai Ge knew, but now it seems that she really doesn't know.

Zhang Guoquan said to himself: "When I was a child, I often picked a lot of date leaves with Guozheng, soaked them in a basin, and washed my hands with the foam rubbed from the date leaves. It was very clean. My friends used to like this."

But Bai Ge doesn’t have any friends? His only friend when he was a child was considered an elder sister, but the elder sister was definitely not happy to play with her. The elder sister has her own good sister, and sometimes she will take her good sister home to appreciate her unmovable legs.

Then people would ask in surprise: "She has legs, can't really stand up? This is so wonderful."

The eldest sister would look proud, and she seemed to be saying that, now you believe what I said.

The white dove will hide in the bed with shame.

Thinking of Guozheng, Zhang Guoquan shook the bubble in his hand. Now Guozheng should have passed.

"Guoquan, please help me wash it. I really want to give it a try."

Bai Ge didn't expect that he could wash his hair with jujube leaves, which directly interrupted Zhang Guoquan's contemplation.

Zhang Guoquan, who came to his senses, smiled, squatted by the river, changed Bai Ge's comfortable position, and let Bai Ge's head lie on his lap.

He reached into the river and took it out and sprinkled it on her hair.

The river water that had been drying all day long seemed a little warm, and it sprinkled on my head made the white dove feel warm.

Her hair was a little yellow, probably due to malnutrition, and her hair was soft and drooping long into the river.

After soaking all the white pigeon's hair, Zhang Guoquan sprinkled the foam water from the bucket on her dripping hair and rubbed it gently.

The white pigeon feels itchy and is very useful.

After almost rubbing, Zhang Guoquan put her head close to the river water, very low, allowing the clear river water to wash away the foam from her hair.

The fine white foam quickly spreads to the distance with the river water, emitting a golden luster in the sun.

"Guoquan, I feel comfortable washing my hair like this."

The white dove raised its head and looked at the high sky. There were a few white clouds floating. Below it was a trickle of river water washing her hair, swaying with the river like a water grass.

"Okay, I will wash you like this every time from now on." Zhang Guoquan said with a smile.

This made Bai Ge raise his lips slightly, and he could always surprise her inadvertently and give her the most ordinary happiness.

A middle-aged man stood there on the river bank, holding cold dishes and a bottle of wine in his hand, and staring at the scene quietly without disturbing him.

In the evening, Zhang Guoquan took out the towel around his neck and began to wipe the wet hair on the white pigeon.

Very close, the white pigeon could even feel the heat he sprayed on his neck, itchy.

While Zhang Guoquan wiped, his eyes accidentally saw the middle-aged man standing on the river bank.

"Secretary Yang..."

Bai Ge heard his shout and quickly turned his head to look. He realized that the two of them were too intimate. Bai Ge suddenly turned red and hurriedly took the towel: "I'll do it myself."

Zhang Guoquan didn't care either, so he pushed the white pigeon to the shore and greeted Yang Lei: "Secretary Yang, I'm going to find you tomorrow."

"It's okay, I'm free at night, so let's have some drinks." Yang Lei said cheerfully, holding a bottle of wine to Zhang Guoquan.

Back in the yard, Bai Ge began to comb his hair.

Zhang Guoquan and Yang Lei came to the yard and sat opposite each other in front of a big stone.

"Secretary Yang, the house is simple and there is no place to entertain you."

"Look at what you said, we brothers need to be so polite. It's great. When the stars come out later, look at the stars and drink wine, isn't this the happiness of life like this?"

Simple, casual, and then happy.

While Yang Lei was busy putting the cold dishes prepared by his wife on the stone, Zhang Guoquan quickly walked into the house. When he came back, Yang Lei had already poured the wine.

Yang Lei looked up at the thick stack of paper in Zhang Guoquan's arms, and looked puzzled: "Brother Guoquan, is this?"

"Petition." Zhang Guoquan put a thick stack of paper next to the stone.

"So much?" Yang Lei was surprised and picked up the top one and looked at it carefully.

The top one is written by Zhang Guoquan: Hello, Comrade Judge, Yang Jianmin has realized the mistake he has made and is extremely uneasy inside. He endured the torture brought by this pain day and night. In order not to be condemned by his conscience, he has no hope for life.

Yang Jianmin is a good person, but he made a big mistake in a moment of confusion. He took care of his father who was ill in bed for twenty years. In these twenty years, Yang Jianmin grew from an innocent child to a man who dared to take responsibility.

Twenty years was his best journey, but in these twenty years, in order to take care of his father, he was willing to stay by his father's side, working hard without any complaints, and taking care of his father for twenty years.

In twenty years, more than 7,000 days and nights, he has squeezed his body to the extreme and his emotions to the limit, and then he collapsed and made a mistake.

In view of Yang Jianmin's special circumstances, all the villagers in Yangjiazhuang requested the judge to make a judgment at their discretion.

"Every word is gem, and the affection is deep." Yang Lei only threw down these eight words and then turned down.

Each of the pictures below is full of signatures, and more are red handprints.

Yang Lei looked at the petition: "My brother, I'm afraid everyone in Yangjiazhuang has signed such a thick stack."

"Yes, no household was missing." Zhang Guoquan nodded.

"No household was missing?" Yang Lei suddenly stunned when he looked at the thick stack.

Because of this, some villagers in the village had a lot of prejudice against Zhang Guoquan, and some were fine, but some people had a lot of prejudice against Jianmin. Because Zhang Guoquan asked them to sign, they might not buy it. This is also the reason why Yang Lei was hesitant about him asking the villagers to sign.

But Zhang Guoquan said that no household has missed it now, which is enough to know how difficult this process is and enough to prove how sincerity Zhang Guoquan has put in.

"Actually, you don't have to sign so many, just about the same thing, the judge will understand." Yang Lei said lightly.

"I'm not all for the judge to show it. What's more important is that one more household signing will give Brother Jianmin a greater hope for life." Zhang Guoquan took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

It was originally a thin piece of paper, but Yang Lei looked heavy when he held it in his hand.

Suddenly he let out a sigh of relief: "Since that's the case, there's one less household."

Zhang Guoquan didn't understand.

Yang Lei took the pen in his exit bag and solemnly wrote down his name on the last page.

"I believe that the judge will understand Jianmin's difficulties."

Then Yang Lei picked up the wine glass: "Brother Guoquan, I will thank you for Jianmin, and I will thank you for the villagers in Yangjiazhuang. I will give you a cup."

Yang Lei raised his neck and drank a glass of white wine.

Zhang Guoquan also did it. After a glass of wine, it was so hot that it was refreshing.

That night, Zhang Guoquan drank a lot of wine and talked intermittently with Yang Lei.

About Yangjiazhuang, about the villagers, about Jianmin, about Bai Ge, about rural construction, about development in the new era...

Yang Lei did not drink too much wine, but just listened quietly. From Zhang Guoquan's conversation and imagination of the future, Yang Lei discovered that he was a young man with lofty ideals and ambitions.

He has his own bottom line, his own conscience, and his own insights into the development of the times...

There are also shortcomings. In terms of spirit, he is a bit extreme, but this is exactly his highlight. The strong are all focused on blood.

The next day, I went to the detention center with Yang Lei to meet Yang Jianmin.

The two of them cared about the hopes of the villagers. They thought that if Yang Jianmin saw these petitions, they would definitely regain their vitality.

Everything was going so smoothly, but who knew that when they came to the detention center, things were hindered.

This is something they had never expected before.

The police officer inside told them that Yang Jianmin didn't want to see them. He had thought about it inside. After thinking for several days, he decided to ask the judge for his death sentence. If the judge did not do that, he would choose to commit suicide.

Yang Lei disagreed with Jianmin's decision on the spot and asked to see Yang Jianmin.

How does the judge sentence? Can Yang Jianmin successfully commit suicide in prison? This is an uncertain factor, but his current attitude of seeking death is a certain factor.

The police officer just spread his hands, saying that he could do nothing.
Chapter completed!