At the gate of Liming Prison, a middle-aged man about fifty years old, thin and somewhat bald, walked out slowly, carrying a luggage bag.
"Wu Honggang, let him go?"
the armed policeman on duty asked.
"Ah! Let it go!"
The middle-aged man named Wu Honggang took out the release certificate and handed it over. The armed police glanced at it carefully, then received a call from the management classroom. After repeated confirmation, he handed the release certificate back and said: "It's so big."
You’re getting older, don’t mess around anymore!”
"Oh Well!"
Wu Honggang grinned and said nothing, just put away the release certificate.
"Did the prison guard give you travel expenses?"
The young armed policeman asked kindly.
"40!" Wu Honggang grinned and held up four fingers.
"Wow!"
The armed policeman took out his wallet from the drawer, pulled out one hundred, and then said: "Take it!"
"Isn't this bad?" Wu Honggang was stunned.
"I've almost spent this month, so why don't I get more for you! In the past two years, you've only given me cigarettes when you have nothing to do! Haha!"
The armed policeman smiled and stuffed one hundred yuan into his pocket.
"Okay, I'll remember you!"
"Okay!"
The two chatted for a few words and then said goodbye simply.
Wu Hong just walked out of the prison door, took a breath of fresh air, pursed his lips, looked at the half-built high-rise in the distance, and couldn't help but said: "Damn! The buildings are so high!"
After saying that, he threw away his luggage and took nothing with him. He walked along the highway and under the street lights to the city alone.
Early the next morning.
I woke up in a daze, glanced at the alarm clock with squinted eyes, then poked Ma Xiaoyou with my hand, and said lazily: "Give me some food, friend?"
"It's done, you go and eat! I'll sleep a little longer!"
Ma Xiaoyou replied softly.
I opened my eyes again and realized that Ma Xiaoyou had already changed clothes and had obviously just gone out to buy me breakfast.
Can others compare to this kind of daughter-in-law?
Could I break my shoes?
Well, as a human being, you better not speak too harshly!
"Wave!"
I kissed Ma Xiaoyou, smelled her fragrance and said, "How about one?"
"Get out! Don't be a bitch!"
"I allow you to drip with your hands!"
I said shamelessly.
"Come on, I just happened to be making mustard oil with my hands!"
Ma Xiaoyou said mischievously.
"Hold!"
I immediately rolled my eyes, walked into the living room like a ghost, and then started eating.
After washing up, I drove Ma Xiaoyou to the pregnancy class to attend classes, and then rushed to the company.
"Didi!"
I parked my car in a dedicated parking space, drank mineral water, put on my sunglasses, and prepared to enter the building. But when I walked to the door of the building, I found a middle-aged man in his fifties sitting on the steps, looking at me.
, eating fried dough sticks and soy milk with a smile.
"Are you cleaning? Why are you sitting here eating? It's so cold!"
I also asked curiously.
"Towards the south?"
The middle-aged man stood up on his legs and asked me with a smile.
"You know me?" I was stunned.
"Haha, is it really Xiangnan? You have changed!"
The middle-aged man looked me up and down, nodded and said something.
"Who are you?" As soon as I heard this, he seemed to have known me for a long time.
"I am your Uncle Wu!"
The middle-aged man swallowed the fried dough sticks in two mouthfuls, wiped his oil-stained hands with his clothes, then took out a Zhongnanhai stick, handed it to me and said, "Here's one!"
"I don't smoke!"
I frowned and waved my hands.
"That's right! Even if the big jeep is driving, you can't smoke a cigarette like this!"
The middle-aged man showed a little "I know you" look in his eyes, lit a cigarette, and then looked at me slowly and said, "Where is Lao Xiang?"
"!"
When I heard this, I immediately understood that this guy should be Lao Xiang's friend, and then I looked at him again.
On her feet were a pair of yellow-soled rubber shoes with the words Liming Fourth Ward printed on the uppers.
This proves that he just came out.
A brand new faux leather jacket, tells me that this guy is okay in it, at least he must be a prisoner in charge of the plumbing department!
"Lao Xiang has never squatted at dawn!?" I asked, still confused, with my hands behind my back.
"!"
He was stunned when he heard what I said, then looked down at his rubber shoes and said in realization, "You kid is really thoughtful!"
"Are you looking for Lao Xiang?" I scratched my nose and asked, changing the subject.
"Well! I have something to do with him!"
He nodded.
"Borrowing money? Just tell me to borrow money. I am his son!"
I said in a rather indifferent manner.
For this kind of person, I really don’t want Lao Xiang to have any contact with him. This is not because I look down on others, but because the friends around Lao Xiang left such a deep impression on me that it almost enveloped me.
He had a rough childhood. Around him, there were either bad gamblers or big ice smokers. No one was motivated or decent.
"Haha, little bastard! When I met your dad, you weren't even born yet! There's no other reason to look for him, I just want to tell him that I'm out!"
Hearing my words, he was stunned again, and then said with a nonchalant smile.
"!"
I was silent for a while, then I took out the phone a little impatiently, looked around and saw more and more employees working, and finally pointed at him and said: "Come here!"
Ten minutes later.
Opposite the Dicos restaurant, inside the room.
I sat opposite him.
"What's your name?"
I opened my mouth and asked.
"Wu Honggang!"
He replied loudly and forcefully.
"Wait a minute!"
I nodded and then dialed Lao Xiang's cell phone.
"Give him the phone!"
Who would have known that as soon as the call was connected and before I could say anything, Lao Xiang said something out of nowhere.
"Who do you know? You want me to give him the phone?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Wu Honggang! Give it to him!"
Lao Xiang replied with a somewhat serious tone.
"Hurry up, I'm still at work!"
I frowned and replied, then handed the phone to Wu Honggang.
"Out?"
Lao Xiang asked on the other end of the phone.
"kindness!"
Wu Honggang replied succinctly, then stood up, deliberately avoided me, and walked out to continue talking to Lao Xiang.
I sat at the Dicos dining table and waited for about ten minutes when Wu Hong just came back with the phone in hand.
"Hello?" I reached out and took the phone that hadn't been hung up yet.
"!"
Lao Xiang said nothing.
"Hello?"
I called again.
But Lao Xiang still didn't say anything.
When I heard his silence, I immediately understood, and then I frowned and said, "Okay, hang up, I understand!"
"I'll pay you back the money!" Lao Xiang said through gritted teeth.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
I replied irritably, hung up the phone, then looked up at Wu Honggang, blinked and said: "I've been doing this here and there, isn't it just a matter of borrowing money?! I've already said it, just tell me directly
That’s fine, don’t bother him!”
"hehe!"
Wu Honggang smiled and sat across from me without saying a word.
"Hey, Lao Xian, I'm at Dix across the street, send me 100,000 yuan!"
About fifteen minutes later, Lao Xian yawned, strolled in, and threw the money directly on the table.
"Whoosh!"
I pushed the money forward from the table.
"Thanks!"
Wu Honggang clasped his fist at me and stretched out his hand to get the money.
"Snapped!"
I stopped it with my hand and said with a very serious face: "This is the first time and the last time! Don't look for me in the future, let alone Lao Xiang! Okay?"
"Haha, okay!"
Wu Honggang nodded, picked up the bag containing the money, then stood up and said to me very seriously: "The day your Uncle Wu gets better, he will not forget your 100,000 yuan!"
"That's not necessary, I'll pay for the money Lao Xiang gave me!"
When I heard what he said, I didn't take it seriously at all, because I thought that as a man in his fifties who had just been released from prison, how could he get better in the future?!
"Once you get the money, get out of here! What's the point of leaving ink?!"
Lao Xian was more direct and scolded people directly, because he could not stand the spineless old bastard Wu Honggang who still deducted money from his old friends.
"Oh, thank you!"
Wu Honggang still had no shame expression and didn't seem to be angry. He took the money and left.
"Give him the damn extra money you have!" Lao Xian scolded me as if he had taken some medicine.
"What can I do? I'm just a father, and I can't make him happy?"