Chen Yifei ate his lunch quietly. The food was not rich and the taste was by no means good, but he ate very gracefully and carefully, and without any surprise, he would eat everything.
"Chen Yifei is out of prison."
Outside the iron bars, a prison guard shouted loudly,
There is not much emotion in the words, but there is a trace of relaxation,
Yes, can you not relax? With such a number of people imprisoned in the cell, security issues must be especially strengthened on weekdays. If this young man who can turn everything upside down by stomping his feet outside has any problems inside, don't tell me. His immediate boss, I am afraid that even he will bring trouble to Chi Yu. Now that Chen Yifei is finally leaving, he actually feels a little happy. Of course, he is definitely not happy that the prisoner has regained his life. He has never had this awareness.
When Chen Yifei heard this, he still ate his lunch quietly.
It's not because there is an unwritten custom in the house that one must finish the last meal, otherwise he will come back to eat again, but because he eats every meal in the house and never wastes it. ,
Seeing that he made no movement, the roommate next to him thought he hadn't heard anything and reminded him kindly: "Mr. Chen, you can leave." There was a hint of reluctance in his words.
After all, a roommate as knowledgeable and talented as Chen Yifei, with a gentle and gentle personality is really hard to find in a place like this that can distort one's personality.
"I heard it." Chen Yifei took a mouthful of food and chewed it carefully, "Don't worry, I'll finish it first."
After saying that, he continued to concentrate on eating, and he was so calm that it was unbelievable.
No matter what, I'm afraid no one who stays inside will miss him. No matter how comfortable and leisurely he is, he will be tortured to pieces by the restriction of freedom. It is really rare for someone to be as calm as Chen Yifei.
After spending another five minutes eating, Chen Yifei finally put the last pellet of rice into his mouth. Then he wiped the corners of his mouth, which were not oily, and turned back to his roommate who was sitting with him: "Old Qian, I still have a few bags in the cabinet. You can take the cigarette and smoke it."
"Thank you, Mr. Chen." A simple and honest man smiled and said,
"Old Zhang, you couldn't understand those books under my pillow before. I wrote notes when I read them and added some explanations of my own. It should be easier to read them again, but don't laugh at my shallow opinions. "Chen Yifei said,
"Thank you, Mr. Chen." A gentle middle-aged man wearing glasses pushed up his glasses and said with a smile,
"Old Liu, you still have half a year to go before you go out. Go find your daughter first. If you have any trouble, you can go to me." Chen Yifei said,
"Okay, Mr. Chen." A rough and arrogant man nodded with some reluctance.
Chen Yifei said goodbye to his roommates one by one, and then followed the prison guard to get his things.
His back was not majestic, but his roommate saw him off with a look up at him.
For a person to be admired, it really does not depend on force, but on his words and deeds, on his connotation of knowledge, and on his personality charm.
Chen Yifei's personality charm conquered his roommates and many people with the same nickname.
The departure of a prisoner has never left the entire prison audible. The prisoners quietly stared at Chen Yifei's back, watching this young man who could transform into a dragon once he stepped out of the iron bars.
Chen Yifei followed the prison guard to get what belonged to him, and then followed the prison guard onto a long railway.
He knew that if he walked for just one more minute, he would be able to completely leave this prison full of violence and darkness. His black hair was not as neat as when he came in, and his face was no longer so white. Instead, it was a little tanned due to work. He is slightly wheatish in color, and has a layer of light blue stubble on his lips and chin, which not only does not reduce his charm, but adds a bit of mature charm.
He was wearing a plain-colored cotton coat, which was completely different from the luxurious clothes he wore in the past. Its purpose was not to dress up, but to keep him warm.
Under his feet is a pair of handmade cloth shoes. There is not even a centimeter on the sole of the foot. They are completely different from the expensive leather shoes he usually wears.
But he didn't think he was wearing shabby clothes.
Holding the package under his right arm, Chen Yifei walked slowly to the iron fence.
creak,
The iron bars were pulled open, and the prison guard said habitually: "Be a good person when you get out, and don't come in again."
The corners of Chen Yifei's lips turned up slightly, and he nodded and said, "Thank you."
"goodbye."
Bang,
The prison guard closed the bars and turned back,
It was spring when Chen Yifei came in, and it was still spring when he left.
The early spring wind was a bit chilly, and people couldn't help but tighten their collars.
Stepping on the hard floor, Chen Yifei's eyes, which were more beautiful than a woman's, fell on a luxury car in front of him without any accident.
There were two women in front of the car. The women were dressed in luxurious clothes that Chen Yifei could not afford even if he worked in prison all his life without eating or drinking. But in the middle of the women stood a woman with a childish face who could not even walk. A child who is too safe,
The child was born very beautiful, with a masculine beauty, which is not the same as Chen Yifei's softness, but no matter what, he is a very lovable child.
He was staring at Chen Yifei with his big, beautiful black eyes, full of confusion and ignorance. His little head was not yet capable of thinking about who the man in front of him was and where he came from.
But when this man appeared, Aunt Chen, who had been shouting, rushed forward quickly, then got into the man's arms,
The child has never seen Aunt Chen cry, but she cried very sadly today. She hugged the man and cried for a long time. After crying, she started to laugh again.
The term "laughing with tears" is destined to have no connection with children. He was just subconsciously sad because of Aunt Chen's crying. He secretly raised his head and glanced at his usually strict mother, then quickly lowered his head, not daring to look.
He is only two years old, but he is more well-behaved than many three- and four-year-old children. On the one hand, it is his mother's strictness, and on the other hand, it is Aunt Chen's teachings to him.
After Aunt Chen had finished holding the man and crying, Mommy took him towards the particularly tall man.
When he walked up to the man, the man also lowered his face and stared at him with a look that a child could not understand. This look gave the child a strange feeling. Instead of avoiding him fearfully, his face was full of childishness. Looking back at the man,
Subconsciously, he felt that he should know this man, but he didn't know who this man was.
The way he looked at himself was strange. He was a bit like Mommy, but not as strict. He was also a bit like Aunt Chen, but not as warm as Aunt Chen. The two men, the older one and the younger one, looked at each other for a long time. Children For the first time, he turned around and asked Ling Hong: "Mommy, who is he?"
Ling Hong was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Chengcheng, call me godfather."
But the child tilted his head, blinked his beautiful big eyes, and said in confusion: "What is godfather? Does it mean daddy?"
Then, the child who was asking himself questions stretched out his hand, took Chen Yifei's big hand that was a little rough from overwork, and shouted in a sweet voice: "Daddy."
He has a mommy, and he has also heard the word daddy, but there has never been a man who can let him call him that. Mommy asked herself to call the man in front of her godfather, which should be what daddy means.
But what he didn't expect was that after he called the man "Daddy", the man squatted down excitedly and hugged him tightly.
Chen Yifei's eyes, which were more beautiful than a woman's, became moist, and then gradually turned red, with tears vaguely rolling in his eyes.
He held the child tightly, and after a long time, he held the child's face, kissed his face as smooth as an egg, and choked with sobs: "Chengcheng is good, Chengcheng won't listen at home."
"Be obedient." Chengcheng was tickled by Chen Yifei's beard and chuckled, "Chengcheng is tickled."
"Ha ha."
Chen Yifei picked up Chengcheng, buried his lips in the child's neck, and gently twisted his head: "Is Chengcheng afraid of itchiness?"
"Giggle, giggle," Chengcheng was amused and laughed, and said with a rosy face, "Chengcheng is not afraid."
"You look like a man now." Chen Yifei kissed him on the cheek, stared deeply at Chengcheng's innocent and cute little face, and said tenderly, "Chengcheng, let's go home."
"Yeah." Chengcheng made a face at the powerful Aunt Chen and the stern mother, sat on Chen Yifei's neck and giggled, "Chengcheng and daddy are going home."
