It was already daybreak, and a thin layer of mist enveloped the dark gray dirt wall of the prison.
Occasionally, there were deep dents that caught a few water droplets condensed by the mist.
The water droplets scratched across the quilt little by little.
The wall stained by time finally fell in vain.
The foreign car was parked outside, and there were a few water marks on the glass.
Chen Shu was imprisoned in a prison in the west of the city, awaiting sentencing according to civil legal procedures.
The environment inside the prison was terrible, cold and damp, with a rusty smell from years of disrepair and a musty smell like dead rats.
Hua Ting walked down the stairs, greeted a few prison guards, and then walked inside.
The further she walked, the more depressed she felt because of the lack of sunlight.
The dank musty smell made her feel sick and nauseated again.
Her footsteps stopped in the innermost room, and several of the brothers guarding her saluted her in unison, "Mrs.
Jane."
Hua Ting instructed one of them to open the lock, and some dust was raised in the rustling sound.
Hua Ting put her fist against her lips and coughed lightly.
She bowed her neck and walked into the prison.
When she raised her head, she saw Chen Shu in the corner. .
Chen Shu was wearing a dusty robe, sitting casually in the corner with his knees bent, his arms resting on his knees.
His expression was as relaxed as admiring flowers and playing with birds.
When he saw her, he greeted her with a smile: "Why are you here, Mrs.
Jian?"
Hua Ting walked up to him and knelt down.
She couldn't bear to see how careless he was in prison.
"You're going to die and you can still be so relaxed."
Chen Shu looked at her with slightly opened eyes, his eyes scorching, "I have already lost you," he smiled lowly, reached out and held her hand, and squeezed it ambiguously inch by inch, "It doesn't matter if you die."
The people around him were embarrassed and didn't dare to speak out.
Someone brought a chair for her, so she took her hand away from Chen Shu's palm, and pretended to sit on the chair as someone was watching behind her.
She crossed her legs and rested her arms on top.
Her tone seemed relaxed and casual: "Okay.
How courageous, Gang Leader Chen, actually dared to murder Mr.
Fujita, the leader of the Japanese Super High School."
His throat moved slightly, but before he could speak, Hua Ting added in a lower voice: "Do you know what crime you have committed?"
"Death penalty."
Chen Shu laughed at himself.
Hua Ting blinked, glanced at the police officer beside her from the corner of her eye, and casually turned the silver ring on her ring finger twice with her right hand.
Her eyes were calm, "So you know, so why don't you do it?"
Chen Shu squinted at the small window above the dank wall of the prison.
The window was sealed with wrist-thick iron bars, and only a tiny bit of sunlight could shine in.
Mottled marks were left on the ground, and he could clearly see the suspension in the air. of dust.
"Mrs.
Jian, do you think I will regret it?"
Hua Ting was startled, and the urgent sadness was about to burst out of her eyes.
Why was she becoming more and more crying?
Chen Shu's answer made a prison guard behind Hua Ting extremely dissatisfied.
He immediately picked up the electric baton in his hand and said, "How brave is Gang Leader Chen to insult Mr.
Fujita like this?"
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Hua Ting stretched out her hand to stop him, her eyes lightly scanning the electric baton in his hand.
Chen Shu must have suffered a lot in this prison.
"Mrs.
Jian, look at Gang Leader Chen, he dares to be so arrogant even when he is about to die."
The prison guard's conscience was obviously bribed by the Japanese.
Hua Ting is now dressed in the attire of a noble lady.
Her long charming hair was held up reservedly, and her arms were covered with a precious gauze shawl.
Her figure was still swaying under the Sichuan brocade cheongsam, and her normally smiling face was now wrinkled.
The eyebrows were furrowed, and the usual shallow smile was missing.
Seeing Chen Shu's situation, she felt a little sore in her nose, but she still pretended to have a calm expression and said, "Let him be tougher for a while, and he will be on the execution ground in a short time anyway."
The prison guard sneered, obediently put away the electric prod and stood back behind Hua Ting.
"Gang Leader Chen, I'm here to tell you something on behalf of Mr.
Jian," Hua Ting stood up, walked slowly to him, and squatted down again, "You deserve it."
She smiled sweetly.
But Chen Shu took her hand with a smile in his eyes, "I'm happy."
He looked so haggard and embarrassed that Hua Ting felt like she had been scratched severely by a cat.
Her flesh and blood were thick and she quickly shrank in pain.
"Jian also has a way to save you."
She said very quietly, fearing that the prison guard behind her would become suspicious, so she led him away with a cold laugh.
Chen Shu was startled, then held her hand and loosened it.
"No need," he said.
Hua Ting narrowed her eyes and said, "Gang Leader Chen, I'm here to see you out of kindness.
Please don't give me a toast or eat as a penalty."
Looking at her tearful eyes, Chen Shu suddenly said warmly: "I really don't regret it.
Death is a common occurrence for me."
Hua Ting had a lump in her throat.
She lowered her eyes slightly and winked.
She squeezed his palm and stopped talking.
The servants came in and invited her respectfully.
Hua Ting shook Chen Shu's hand again, then she suppressed her sadness, pulled the shawl that had fallen off her shoulders, and walked outside.
She briefly glanced at the several prison guards guarding outside, ordered her servants to stuff a few dollars, said to Mr.
Jian that he should take more care of Gang Leader Long, and then left gracefully.
Chen Shu looked at the delicate flowers on her cheongsam and the faint scent of her perfume on his nose.
He crossed his arms tightly and turned to look at the pitiful but dazzling sunlight.
The milky white gauze curtain reflects the whirling shadows of the trees, and the tassels at the end are swaying in the gentle breeze.
The moonlight was cold, and the bed curtains were also cold.
The dim yellow light filtered through and fell on half of Hua Ting's face.
Her brows were slightly frowned, her eyes were not closed tightly, her eyelashes flicked twice, and then Opening the door, looking at the glazed lamp hanging above the bedroom awakened the mind.
She hugged the quilt and sat up, pushing the hair hanging down her face back from her forehead.
She listened carefully to the sound of the clock, then gathered her nightgown, got out of bed, picked up her slippers and walked to the window.
She was looking at the small courtyard on the first floor in trance, and suddenly remembered the first time she met Chen Shu at the Bremen Cafe.
His eyes were scorching, and he looked into hers with his crooked eyes, and her mood at that time , just like a cup of slightly sweet coffee that has just been served, without the need for a stirrer, it has already started to stir slightly.
That was also the first time she met Jian Yi.
"Can't sleep."
At some point, Jian Yi had sneaked up behind her.
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Hua Ting turned around in surprise, "You can walk by yourself."
"Please," Jian Yi reached out and scratched the flesh of her cheek, "I'm not disabled.
How long has it been?"
"But you're still in a wheelchair this afternoon."
"In order for you to spend more time with me, I would rather sit in a wheelchair for the rest of my life."
He joked without shying away from the word auspiciousness, but he still couldn't change his naughty habit.
Hua Ting found it funny, "If you want to curse yourself like this, there's nothing I can do about it."
Jian Yi shook one of her shoulder bones and said, "You're not cold."
"What's the weather?"
"Still thinking about that kid in prison" The pendulum struck 12 o'clock at midnight, and the cold air from outside kept creeping in through the cracks in the window.
It had just passed September, and there was an illusion of autumn.
Hua Ting hugged her arms tightly, it was really A little cold, "Have you thought of a way?"
"Well."
Jian Yi put one of his suit jackets on her shoulders, "How about you execute it then?"
"by me" When Jian Yi was almost in good health, he went to Chengxi Prison.
Chen Shu was eating and didn't seem surprised by his arrival.
He raised his eyebrows and slowly took a chopstick of green vegetables.
His eyebrows arched: "Mr.
Jian is free to see me today."
"Good appetite."
Jian Yi smiled.
Chen Shu's chopsticks made sporadic sounds against the mouth of the bowl.
He raised his eyes, still smiling.
Jian Yi raised his eyebrows lightly and smiled nonchalantly, "Eat more, and I will send you to the West the day after tomorrow."
Chen Shu drank the last mouthful of vegetable soup on the plate and wiped the corners of his mouth with satisfaction.
His pupils reflected Jian Yi's relaxed face.
There was a faint greenish tint under his eyes, his lips were dry and their color had faded, making his whole face pale and almost transparent, as if he had not recovered from the poison that day.
Chen Shu put down his bowls and chopsticks, squinted his eyes as he looked at the iron window with scattered light, and said to him in a calm tone as much as possible: "If I have anything to worry about, that is," he sighed, "treat her well." ” This was the first time in such a long time that he had removed his pretense of being light-hearted in front of him, and spoke to him proudly and straightforwardly: "As long as I am alive, I can snatch her back at any time."
"Bring her back."
Jian Yi touched the wet prison wall.
For a moment, he felt that what he said was extremely ridiculous, "Gang Leader Chen, you used the wrong word.
How can you say that she was snatched back and she doesn't belong to you in the first place."
"Really?"
Chen Shu met his gaze and stood up, "If it hadn't been for Mr.
Cai, do you think she would have married you?"
Sunlight came in from behind Chen Shu.
His expression could not be seen clearly against the light, but Jian Yi seemed to clearly see the shape of his mouth next: "Absolutely impossible."
These four words made Jian Yi's heart feel like a handful of drizzle, wet, heavy, and light.
"Gang Leader Chen, do you know how sad the word "if" is?"
Chen Shu looked directly into his eyes and chuckled: "Then can Mr.
Jian be able to answer this "what if"?"
Jian Yi stopped less than an inch away from him, her eyes burning and sad, "She is destined to be Mrs.
Jian."
Chen Shu sneered and stopped talking.
Jian Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense with him anymore.
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He lowered his head and stepped out of the cell, "Just wait until the day after tomorrow to go to the execution ground."
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