--------------- Chapter 3 (8) of The Shawshank Redemption--------------- I think he made it very clear.Time goes on and on—it's nature's oldest method, and perhaps the only magic, Andy has changed, he's become more ruthless, that's the only adjective I can think of.He continued to cover Norton's dirty business and also continued to manage the library, so from the outside, it was business as usual.Every year on his birthday and at the end of the year, he would still have a drink, and he would continue to share the remaining half of the bottle with me.From time to time, I brought him new grinding stone cloth, and in 1967 I got him a new hammer, which had broken down nineteen years earlier.Nineteen years!
When you suddenly say those words, the three syllables are like the sound of a heavy door closing on the grave.In 1967, the hammer of ten yuan was already twenty-two yuan.When I handed him the hammer, he and I couldn't help but laugh.He continued to polish the stones he found from the playing field, but the playing field became smaller because half of the ground was tarred in 1962.Still, it seems that he still found quite a few rocks to keep himself busy.Whenever he had figured out a stone, he would place it on the east-facing windowsill, and he told me that he liked to watch the patches of schist, quartz, granite, mica, etc., found in the dirt, glistening in the sun, and Andy named the stones "Millennium Sandwiches" because the rock formations were built up over decades, centuries, or even millennia.Every once in a while, Andy would give away the stone carvings to make room for the freshly honed stones.He most often gave me stones, including the cufflink-like stones, and I had five, one of which looked like a man throwing a javelin, a mica stone, which was carefully carved.I still keep these stones and take them out from time to time to play with them.Whenever I look at these stones, I always think about how much can be done if one knows how to use time (even if it's only a little bit at a time) and accumulate little by little.So, on the surface everything is business as usual.If Norton was intent on crushing Andy, he would have to see through the surface to see the change.But I think in the four years since the conflict between Norton and Andy, if he could see Andy's change, he would be very happy because Andy has changed so much.He once said that when Andy walked on the sports field, it was like attending a cocktail party.I wouldn't describe it that way, but I know what he means.As I have said before, the feeling of freedom is like an invisible cloak draped over Andy, he has never cultivated a state of mind in prison, his vision has never been dull, and he has never been like other prisoners, at the end of the day, with his shoulders slumped and his heavy feet dragged back to his cell to face another endless night.He always had his head held high and his steps brisk, as if he were walking on his way home, and there was a fragrant dinner and a nice woman waiting for him at home, not just tasteless vegetables, mashed potatoes, and a fat ...... or two, and a poster of Lacole Wisge on the wall.But during those four years, while he didn't quite become like the others, he did become silent, introspective, and often thoughtful.And how can you blame him?
But it finally weighed Norton's heart......
At least for a while.His depression changed in 1967 at the World Series of Professional Baseball.It was a dream year, with the Boston Red Sox no longer finishing ninth and finishing last, but winning the American League championship as predicted by the Las Vegas market.The moment they won, the whole prison boiled.Everyone seems to have a silly idea that if even the Red Sox can come back to life, maybe someone else can.I can't explain that feeling right now, just as Beatles fans can't explain their madness.But it's a very real feeling.As the Red Sox moved toward the World Series championship, every radio in the prison was tuning in.When the Red Sox lost two straight championships in St.
Louis, the prison was filled with gloom; When Pietrocheri performed the Goodbye Kill, everyone was so happy that they almost tore off the roof; But in the end, in the most crucial game of the World Series, when Lemberg ate a losing shot, the Red Sox fell short, and the championship dream was shattered, everyone's mood fell to the bottom.Only Norton could be gloating on the sidelines, the turtle son, who likes the people in prison to be disgraced all day.But Andy's mood didn't hit rock bottom, perhaps because he wasn't a baseball fan anyway.Still, he seems to have been infected with the excitement, and that feeling hasn't gone away since the Red Sox lost their final game.He took out the cloak of invisibility of freedom from his closet again and draped it over his body.I remember it was a crisp and bright autumn day at the end of October, two weeks after the baseball game, and it must have been a Sunday, because the stadium was packed with people, many throwing frisbees, playing football, trading privately, and still others meeting with friends and family in the reception room under the watchful eye of the jailers, smoking, telling honest lies, and receiving packages that had been inspected by the prison authorities.Andy crouched against the wall, playing with two stones in his hands, his face facing the sun.In this season, the sun is surprisingly warm."
Hello, Red," he shouted, "come and talk." ”I passed."
Do you want this?"
He asked, handing me a polished "thousand-year-old sandwich.""
Of course," I said, "it's beautiful, thank you." ”He shrugged and changed the subject, "Next year is your big day." ”I nodded, next year will be my 30th anniversary in prison, and I will spend 60 percent of my life at Shawshank State Prison."
Do you think you can get out?""
Of course, by then I should have a gray beard and only three crumbling teeth in my mouth."
He smiled slightly, turned his face back to the sun, and closed his eyes, "It feels so comfortable." ”"I think you'll feel that way as long as you know the damn winter is coming."
He nodded.We all fell silent."
When I get out," Andy finally said, "I'm going to go somewhere where there's sunshine all year round." ”He spoke with such composure as if he were going out in a month."
Do you know where I'm going to be, Red?"
---------------The Shawshank Redemption" Chapter 3 (9) --------------- "I don't know. ”"Zivataniho," he said, spitting out the words softly, as if singing, "in Mexico, a town about twenty miles from Highway 37 and Azu, and about a hundred miles from Acapoco on the Pacific Ocean, do you know how Mexicans describe the Pacific Ocean?"
”I said I don't know."
They say the Pacific has no memory, so I'm going there for the rest of my life.Red, in a place with no memories, warmth. ”As he spoke, he picked up a handful of small rocks and threw them out one by one, watching them roll across the field's infield.It won't be long before a foot of snow will be covered here."
Zivataniho.I'm going to run a small hostel there.Build six huts on the beach, and another six close to the road.I'll find someone to take the guests out on a fishing trip, and whoever catches the biggest marlin will get a trophy, and I'll keep his picture in the hall, not for the whole family, but for the honeymooners, not for the whole family, but for ......the honeymooners. ”"Where did you get the money to buy such a fairyland-like place?"
I asked, "Do you have stocks?"
”He looked at me and smiled, "Almost," he said, "Red, you surprise me sometimes." ”"What are you talking about?""
There are really only two reactions when you're in trouble," Andy said, as he circled his hand, struck a match and lit a cigarette."
Suppose there's a room full of rare paintings and antiques, Red?
Suppose the owner hears that a hurricane is coming?
He may have two reactions: the first person always has the most optimistic expectation that the hurricane may turn around, and God will not let the damn hurricane destroy the famous paintings of Rembrandt and Degas; If a hurricane does come, these things are insured anyway.The other kind of person thinks that the hurricane is bound to come, and his house will definitely suffer.If the Met Office says the hurricane turned, the guy still assumes that the hurricane will come back and destroy his house.So he prepared for the worst, because he knew that as long as he was prepared for the worst, it was okay to have optimistic expectations. ”I also lit a cigarette."
Are you saying you're ready for the future?""
Yes, I'm the kind of person who prepares for the hurricane to come, I know how bad the consequences can be, I didn't have much time at the time, but in the limited time, I took action.I have a friend — pretty much the only one who supports me — who worked for an investment firm in Portland who passed away six years ago. ”"I feel sorry for you.""
Well," Andy said, throwing the cigarette butt away, "Linda and I had about fourteen thousand dollars in savings, which was not a big amount, but we were both young at the time, and we had a great future ahead of us. ”He grimaced, then laughed, "When the wind picked up, I began to move Rembrandt's famous paintings to places where there were no hurricanes."
So I sold my stock and paid my taxes like a good citizen, not daring to hide anything or take shortcuts. ”"Didn't they freeze your property?""
I'm accused of murder, Red, I'm not dead!
Thank God that they could not freeze the property of innocent people at will, and they had not charged me with murder at that time.My friend Jimmy and I still had a little time at the time, and my losses were not small, so I hurriedly sold all the stock or something.But at the time, I had to worry about a lot more serious than a small blood loss in the stock market. ”"yes, I guess so.""
The money was safe when I came to Shawshank and it still is.Red, there was a man in the outside world who no one had ever seen in person, but he had a Social Security card and a Maine driver's license, and a birth certificate.His name is Peter Stephen, and this anonymity is not bad, right?
”"Who is this man?"
I asked.I think I know what he's going to say, but I find it unbelievable."
Me.""
You're going to tell me you're going to have time to get a fake identity while these people deal with you?"
I said, "Still when you were on trial, everything was already in order—" "I won't tell you that, my friend Jimmy got it for me, he started it after my appeal was denied, and he kept the documents until the spring of 1950." ”"Your friendship must be deep, because it's absolutely illegal to do so."
I said, I'm not sure how much of his words are credible—mostly true, a little to be believed, or not at all.But the sun showed its face that day, it was a warm and good day, and it was a good story."
He and I are very good friends," Andy said, "and we were together when we were at war, we went to France, Germany, and he was a good friend."
He knew it wasn't legal to do so, but he also knew that it was easy and safe to fake his identity in the United States.He invested all my money in Peter Stephen's name — all the taxes that were due, so the IRS wouldn't come looking for trouble.When he invested the money, it was in 1950 and 1951, and to this day, the money has exceeded 370,000 yuan. ”I guess I must have made a "thump" when my jaw dropped to my chest in surprise because he laughed."
Come to think of it, a lot of people often regret that if only they had known how to invest in this and that in 1950, and Peter Stephen invested his money in two or three of them.If I hadn't been locked up here, I would have been worth seven or eight million to drive a Rolls-Royce......
Maybe there is also a severe stomach ulcer. ”He grabbed another handful of dust and gracefully let the little sand run slowly through his fingertips."
Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst – that's all.The fabrication of fake names is just to preserve the old book, but it is just to remove the antique calligraphy and paintings before the hurricane comes.But I never expected this hurricane to ......
It would blow for so long. ”I haven't spoken for a while.I was thinking that the thin man in the gray prison clothes crouching next to me probably had a wealth that Norton would not have earned in his lifetime, even if he added the money he had embezzled, it was still beyond his reach.--------------- chapter 3 (10) of The Shawshank Redemption, ---------------"You really weren't joking when you said you could hire a lawyer," and I ended up saying, "With so much money in hand, you were Danno Credarrow (1857-1938), a famous American lawyer, orator, and writer."
Lawyers of this level can afford to be hired.Why don't you ask a lawyer to plead your grievances?
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You'll be out of jail soon, right?
”He used to smile when he told me that he and his wife had a bright future ahead of him."
Nope."
He said."
If you have a good lawyer, you can get Tommy out of Casement, whether he wants it or not."
I said, starting to get carried away."
You can ask for a reopening of the trial, hire a private investigator to go to Bracchi, and bring Norton down, why not?""
Because I'm trapped in my own schemes, if I try to get Peter Stephen's money out of prison, chances are I won't be able to keep all of it.Jimmy could have helped me, but he's dead, do you see what's wrong?
”I get it.Even though the money can be of great benefit, all of Andy's money belongs to another person.If the economy of the field he invests in suddenly deteriorates, Andy can only watch it fall, staring at the stock and bond pages in the newspapers every day, I think it's really a torturous life."
I'll tell you what's going on, Red.The town of Bucksden has a large pasture area.You know where Bucksden is, right?
”I said I knew, just around Scarborough."
That's right.There is a stone wall on the north side of the pasture, like the one described in Frost's poem.At the bottom of the stone wall was a stone that had nothing to do with Maine pastures, a piece of volcanic glass that had been on my desk as a paperweight until 1947.My friend Jimmy kept it under a stone wall with a key hidden underneath that opened a safe at Casco's Portland branch. ”"I think you're in big trouble, and when your friend Jimmy died, the tax collectors must have opened all his safes, along with his executor, of course."
Andy smiled and patted me on the head."
Yes, it's not just paste.But we were prepared, and we had already considered the possibility that Jimmy would die before I was released from prison.The safe deposit box was rented in Peter Stephen's name, and Jimmy's lawyer sent a check to the bank in Portland every year to pay the rent.Peter Stephen was in that box, waiting to come out, his birth certificate, social security card, and driver's license were there, and the driver's license hadn't been renewed for six years, because Jimmy had been dead for six years, but it could be reissued for five dollars, and his stock was there, and there were tax-free city bonds and bonds worth $10,000 each, eighteen in all. ”I whistled."
Peter Stephen is locked in a bank safe in Portland, and Andy Duverney is locked in a safe in Shawshank prison," he said.The key to open the safe and start a new life is buried beneath a large piece of black glass in the Bucksden Meadows.I've told you so much anyway, Red, and I'll tell you a few more things.For the past twenty years, every day I read the newspapers, I paid special attention to whether there was any work going on in Barksden, and I always thought that one day I would see in the newspapers that if a hospital or a road or a shopping center were to be built, my new life would be buried forever under ten feet of concrete, or dumped into the swamp with a pile of wasteland. ”I blurted out, "Oh my God, Andy, if what you're saying is true, how can you not go crazy?"
”He smiled: "So far, there is no war on the Western Front. ”"But it may be years—" "It's going to be years, but maybe not as long as Norton thinks, I can't wait that long, I've been thinking about Zivateniho and my little inn, and now that's all I have to ask for in life, Red, it's not a non-trivial request."
I didn't kill Green Quentin at all, and I didn't kill my wife.A small hotel......
It's not a luxury, is it?
I can swim, bask in the sun, and sleep in a room with open windows......
This is not a non-scoring requirement. ”He threw the stone out."
Red, you know," he said nonchalantly, "in a place like that......
I need someone who knows how to get what I want. ”I pondered for a long time, and the biggest difficulty that came to my mind at that time was not that we were just dreaming on the small playground of the prison, and that there were armed guards watching over us."
I can't help it," I said, "I can't adapt to the outside world."
I've become institutionalized.Here, I'm the guy who can get something for you, and when you get out, if you want a poster, a hammer, or something special, just check the business directory.Here I am, I'm the fucking business classified phone book, and when I'm out, I don't know where to start, or how to start. ”"You underestimate yourself," he said, "and you're a man who knows how to educate yourself, a pretty remarkable person, I think." ”"I don't even have a high Chinese credential.""
I know," he said, "but a diploma doesn't necessarily make a person, just as a prison life doesn't necessarily break a person." ”"I'm not going to be able to handle it when I'm outside, Andy, I know that."
He stood up."
You think about it."
He said.At that moment, the whistle blew and he walked away, as if he had just been a free man offering a job to another free man, and at that moment, I also felt free.Only he has the means to do this, and for a moment I forget that we are all life prisoners sentenced to life imprisonment, and our fate is entirely in the hands of the strict parole board and the warden who sings hymns all day, and the warden doesn't want to let Andy out of prison at all, after all, Andy is a puppy who knows how to file taxes, how useful it is to keep around!