Qingwu refused to talk to her best friend who had broken off the relationship at first. In fact, she refused to talk to anyone. She had been in a completely autistic state for a long time. She couldn't cheer up and didn't know how to speak. As time went by, she
I don't know how to speak anymore.
The days passed, and Lin Yan came every day, talking to herself about everything, including the quarrel between them before, and the subsequent separation and reunification between her and Ling Sicong.
Talking to Qingwu one by one.
Finally one day, Qing Wu was willing to speak.
Lin Yan was very happy that the treatment was over and she did not have to come every day. However, as a recovered friend, she still visited Qingwu every three to five times.
The third year is the end of spring this year.
Finally, a girl in her twenties was moved into the small cage where Qingwu lived. She looked fierce, spoke rudely, and was covered in tattoos. She not only liked to spit while talking, but also liked to steal things.
Others Qingwu can tolerate and ignore.
But on the morning of her release from prison, the girl finally angered the wooden Qingwu.
"No.#### Duan Qingwu, pack your things and prepare to be released from prison!"
The prison guard's rough voice came from one end of the wide corridor. He was probably impatient and urged him aside, and the police baton hit the iron railings several times.
Qingwu didn't move, her light brown eyes were full of gray silence, and she stared intently at the inmate sitting on the bed with her legs crossed and no pants on. She stretched out her hand and said in a low voice, "Give me the photo back."
"Ah! Duan Qingwu, don't be so stingy. You're about to be released from prison and you can't even give me some souvenirs? This little lady is so cute, so why not let me get horny? I'm also a woman, lonely.
There is always a need to send someone full of passion in the night!"
Disgusting and obscene words are like pouring filth on Duoduo's clean photos.
Qing Wu's face turned pale and she started to tremble. She was too thin, and standing there gave people the feeling that she might fall to the ground at any time if the wind didn't blow. She had an empty body supported by a thin frame, and her expression was always cold.
Like ice.
"I say it again, give it back!"
she screamed out.
"Hahaha! Come and get it if you have the skills! You look like a bamboo pole, but don't blame me for dislocating it when I pull it, or breaking your bones when I kick it!" The inmate stood up, and with a height of nearly 1.75 meters, he could already touch Qingwu.
Pressing down, looking at her strong body, Qing Wu had no chance of winning.
But she was very calm. After all, she had been in prison for three years. She had seen everything she needed to see and experienced everything she needed to experience.
She couldn't help but rushed forward, jumped up, grabbed the woman's hair with both hands, and pulled hard. Soon, the ends of the hair that were torn off in her palms fell to the ground.
The woman let out a shrill scream of pain, and threw her thick arms towards Qing Wu. With a loud slap, Qing Wu came to the end. Soon, a foot stepped on her chest, getting heavier and heavier, and Qing Wu was pushed to the end.
Her lungs became more and more flattened, blocking her breathing.
She twitched, struggled, screamed, scratched her hands in the air, dug her nails into the flesh of the woman's arms, and screamed, "Give it back to me! Give it back to me..."
The woman stepped on her with all her strength, her temper became fierce, and she spat in Qingwu's face, "What a numb bitch! You're already out, and why are you asking for a beating? Do you think you're a bitch?"
After a while, the prison guard slowly walked over, opened the door as expected, pulled the woman away, helped Qingwu up, and poked the woman's chest with his baton, "Zhang Lizhen, Zhang Lizhen, you can fight with others no matter where you are placed."
stand up!"
"what happened?"
"She stole my son's photo, and I asked her to give it back to me." Qingwu wiped the disgusting material off her face, expressionless, and her stomach was churning, but she couldn't hold it back. She had experienced this so many times, she had already
Habit.
"Zhang Lizhen! She will be released from prison today. Give her her things back!"
"Tch, who cares about your crap!" He said, pulling out the yellowed photo from his underwear, crumpling it again and again, and throwing it on top of Qingwu's head.
The crumpled thing was stained with the disgusting liquid from the woman's lower body. Qingwu didn't care, she lowered her head and picked it up, tears welling up in her eyes. She walked out holding the packed things, came to the sink, and washed them over and over again.
Photos, washing my face over and over again.
A rough warning sound came from the long dark corridor, "Zhang Lizhen, can you please save your fucking mind for me? Do you know who she is? Inspector Jiang comes to see her once a week. Are you stupid? You know Jia Jia?"
President Yu International, her ex-husband! Almost every half month, the man wearing glasses will come over to our prison warden to learn about her situation. She was released from prison today, and you just hit the gun. Why, you still think your sentence is not enough.
It’s so long…”
Under the cold water column, the hands wiping the photo paused.
In just a moment, Qingwu turned off the faucet, waved her hands, and walked towards the door holding the small cardboard box.
In the carton were a lot of photos that Mrs. Wu sent her every month, five or six at a time. After three years of accumulation, there were hundreds of photos. Looking at these photos, she had the motivation to live.
I looked forward to it every day, worked hard day and night, and finally got to the day I was released from prison.
She raised her head and looked at the blue glass ceiling. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and her heart trembled violently. Duoduo, mother can finally go see you, but... do you know that mother exists?
It doesn't matter if you don't know. Mom will spend the rest of her life making up for the time she owed you in the past three years.
****
Jiayu International's morning meeting this morning was quite short and strange.
From beginning to end, the president didn't say a word. Fifteen minutes later, the manager of the planning department was giving a lecture and was talking non-stop. The president suddenly stood up and said only two words, which shocked the whole audience.
"The meeting is dismissed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the tall and tall body left.
The senior executives looked at each other, looking at each other, not knowing why.
The secretary kept bringing the documents submitted from below. Ling Yansen was so annoyed that he roared and locked the door of the office. Maybe it was because the sun was too strong today and shone through the dark floor-to-ceiling windows, making him restless.
As I was pacing back and forth in front of my desk, my phone rang.
It's Lin Wencai.
"Mr. Ling, I just asked the warden. The time when the young lady will come out is approximately 10 noon."
Ling Yansen felt that the tight strings in his brain were being cut with a click, causing half of his brain cells to die. The veins on his forehead stood out. He couldn't suppress his anger and shouted at Lin Wencai, "The work assigned to you is not enough, isn't it?
Did you have the time to chat with the warden?"
Lin Wencai paused and said calmly, "I just thought you might want to know."
"Your salary for this month is gone! Get out!"
After yelling, he gasped for air, smashed the phone into the sofa, covered his face with his hands, the sweat on his palms sealed every pore on his handsome profile like greasepaint, and the depression in his body could not escape, and it kept squeezing, and the next moment