Qingwu held the small box and stood blankly, like a piece of wood, as if she was confused at the entrance to the underworld, unable to find her way back.
Her hair was dripping with water and lay wet on her thin shoulders with abrupt bones.
After being spat in her face by that disgusting inmate, she always felt that her whole body was in filth, even though she had taken a serious shower and wiped her body several times last night.
She was washing her face at the sink just now and couldn't help but wash her entire hair. She thought that if there were no male prison guards walking around, she would probably take off all her clothes on impulse and make do with the man.
A rusty faucet, take a shower before getting out.
It's funny again when I think about it.
Of course, it was impossible for her to laugh.
The dark-skinned prison guard glanced at the slim, pale woman standing in front of him, curled his lips, lazily took the key from the wall, and walked out.
The big iron door creaked, accompanied by the prison guard's lifeless words, "Duan Qingwu, go out and be a good person!"
Qingwu's hands tightly grasped the small box in her arms.
The light that had not been seen for three years came towards her face through the gap in the big iron door that was opened little by little. It was like a bright knife, carrying the heat wave of early autumn, like red-hot iron, burned by a cannon.
her cheeks.
Before she could see clearly, her eyelids dropped.
Qing Wu thought that she would never forget the feeling of seeing the sunshine for the first time after coming out of prison.
Too dazzling. Too dazzling.
The light was distorted and divergent in her eyes. Even if she closed her eyes, the all-pervasive light would still seep in. The dazzling feeling was particularly strong, and she... could hardly stand still under the sun.
My head is about to explode. I don't know if it's because of anemia or because I want to cry.
The prison is located in a remote place. There is only a small, bumpy road in front of it that is not too wide. On the side of the road are wormwood that is half as tall as a man. She remembers that when she was escorted here in a prison van three years ago, she walked out of the national highway and walked for three or four days.
kilometers to reach this prison.
She took two steps forward and her skirt slipped down. Qingwu had to stop and lift the hem of her skirt.
This was a set of clothes that Lin Lin brought to her when she came to visit the prison for the last time half a month ago. The clothes she wore on the day she was imprisoned three years ago were hospital gowns, which Qing Wu had discarded in the trash can.
If she had known that the waistline of this skirt was so big, it would always slide down and get stuck in the pelvis, and it would feel so uncomfortable if it didn't go up or down. She might as well have worn that hospital gown.
A black dot flashed past her narrow vision, and the sound of a car stalling came to her ears, and then she seemed to hear someone calling her name.
Qingwu blocked the sun that was facing her with her hands, and looked over with her eyes open. She saw a man getting out of the black car, with a sullen and troubled handsome face, a bare forehead, and thick, black eyebrows.
Jiang Henhan was filled with anger, but he didn't know who to direct it to.
He clearly set out from home at eight o'clock in the morning, but he lost his temper because of the traffic jam on the road. Finally, when he arrived, he saw that she had already come out.
He shook the Givenchy suit in his hand, a little helpless, but still very happy. He ran towards Qingwu in big strides and shouted in a loud voice, "Qingwu! Here! Look here!"
Qingwu had already seen him, and walked over slowly, her pale lips pursed into a line, but it was not a smile, but she was indeed smiling, "Jiang Henhan."
"Qingwu, you're out!"
Jiang Henhan had bright eyes and white teeth, and could not restrain the joy in his heart. When he smiled, a row of neat white teeth was exposed, making him look taller, more handsome, brighter and brighter.
The top of her head was covered by the large shadow he brought over. Qingwu was not sure if his words aroused the suppressed emotions in her heart. In short, when she reacted, her eyes were blurry and dizzy, and her body, which was softer than a bamboo pole, was beating.
If you spin it, it will slide down.
Jiang Henhan hugged her tightly.
Her head was buried in his shoulder, and the suffocating feeling made her cry smoothly.
"Cry, it's been three years, I haven't seen you smile or cry, I'm very worried." Jiang Henhan grabbed her, rubbed her hair with his rough palm, and touched the cold wetness of his hand.
He felt something was wrong, so he straightened her body and looked at her face carefully. Sure enough, half of her face was red and swollen, and there were blood stains on the corners of her mouth. Even though she had washed it, the traces could still be seen.
"You were about to come out and you had a fight with someone else? Where were you injured?"
"You said you had a fight with someone else, how could you get hurt?"
"I don't think you've learned anything else in the past three years, but you're quite self-taught when it comes to fighting hard! Who can fight with your frame of mind? You haven't gotten hurt yet? I believe you!"
Qing Wu calmed down a lot, "Jiang Henhan, thank you for coming to pick me up. I don't have any money. I walked three kilometers to the national highway and the minibus wouldn't let me get on."
Jiang Henhan smiled and pulled her forward, thinking that this woman was becoming more and more truthful when she spoke.
The black Mercedes-Benz arrived at the car with a few swipes, picking up dust along the way and gradually disappearing on the ramp.
After a long time, an inconspicuous Chery QQ slowly drove onto the road, buried behind wormwood and camphor trees that were half a man tall.
Ever since he angrily hung up the phone on Lin Wencai, Ling Yansen has been acting abnormally. He has been pacing back and forth in the office, his Italian leather shoes almost denting the floor.
At a quarter past nine, the door to the president's office suddenly opened.
In the cubicle on the 50th floor, all the subordinates turned their heads in surprise.
Ling Yansen was a little embarrassed. He was distracted and didn't pay attention. He walked around the two potted plants in front of the corridor, walked to assistant Xiao Wu's office, and opened the door.
"Give me your car keys!"
Xiao Wu was eating fragrant fennel dumplings when she heard the CEO's murderous voice. Unfortunately, half of the dumpling got stuck in her throat. It was so hot that tears filled her eyes.
Ling Yansen's face was turned expressionless, and the aura of solemnity in his eyebrows was particularly strong, "Hurry up!"
"President, what do you want my car keys for..."
"If you ask again, I will deduct half a month's salary from you!"
"Give!"
Respectfully, offer it with both hands.
Ling Yansen dragged him back to the office, entered the special elevator, and went downstairs. In his wandering mind, he forgot to ask Xiao Wu what kind of car he drove, so he walked around the parking lot three times. Ling Yansen was furious and put on his pointed leather shoes.
His head kicked the ground hard.
The kind-hearted security guard came forward cautiously to remind me.
"President, press the car key in your hand..."
Ling Yansen suddenly realized it, and pressed it without haste, but with a dark face he shouted in a dark voice, "I don't need you to remind me!"
"..."
After getting into the stuffed Chery QQ, even though the car's glass was dark and the inside could not be seen from the outside, Ling Yansen still felt that it was a shame.
But it doesn't matter, he doesn't intend to show his face in front of her.