Lan Juan

I received the news that Lan Juan was in jail at home.

I was weaning my child from breast milk at that time, and I weaned it early, and she often cried so that I was upset and angry, and I wanted to throw her into the street.

Fortunately, my husband is better than most, and he will help when he gets home from get off work. Although he still forgets to test the temperature with the back of his hand when mixing milk powder, he is always willing to learn.

It was because of this that he was more patient than others that he was accepted by me.

For a long time, I rejected the relationship between men and women, and between women and girls, like cockroaches in the meal, and mice in the corner of the room. But my husband is different. He is not eager for quick success. He starts by copying notes and turning on the water. I don't say a word, so it's subtle and comfortable.

After graduation, I entered into marriage with him as a matter of course. I proposed it on my own initiative. For some reason, I was a little afraid of changes in the marriage.I always feel that if I settle down early, it will be like ending something, and there will no longer be the possibility of flying around like mosquitoes and flies.

Probably because there were too many changes in the first half of my life, so that at the most conspicuous age, what I longed for was stability.

When I married my husband, I called Lan Juan and asked if she would like to come. I only have her as a relative. Anyway, I think she should appear at my wedding.

But Lan Juan said that she was not in good health and could not withstand the long journey.I was a little disappointed, but I didn't want to force anything, I only asked her a few words, and then hung up again.

After love and work became stable, the relationship between me and Lanjuan eased a lot. Although I still dare not sort out my gratitude and debts to her, I have been sending her money every month since graduation, as much as possible. .

After giving birth, I think of Lan Juan more and more, think of her always turning the electric fan to face my side in summer, think of her wiping the mat with water, so that I can sleep more refreshed.Some details about her to me were only remembered repeatedly after I became a mother. I thought more and more day by day, when my daughter was older, I would go back to visit Lan Juan or take her over. Whether you are used to it.

But I received a message from her that day that she had been sentenced.

I hurried to find out the situation. It was roughly that Zhang Jiqiang asked her for money, but she was unwilling to give it. During the quarrel, Zhang Jiqiang wanted to force her again, and hit her head on the ground. Stabbed to death.

She said it was a miss, but it didn't count. She stabbed Zhang Jiqiang more than 20 times, so she was sentenced to seven years in prison for excessive self-defense.

I was anxious and angry, and it was even more difficult to understand. I kept asking my husband, how could this be called over-defense? How could this be called over-defense?!You don't know what kind of person Zhang Jiqiang is. If she doesn't resist, she will be robbed, raped, and beaten to death!

After venting, I calmed down from my husband's inexplicable expression. He had no friendship with Lan Juan, and naturally he didn't know what kind of person Zhang Jiqiang was.

I called again to inquire about the date of the verdict and the deadline for protesting. Then I packed my things and flew back to visit Lan Juan by myself.

I met Lan Juan again in the No. [-] Detention Center in the town. She had just been sentenced at that time and had not yet been transferred to prison.And I was not a close relative originally, so it took a day to go through the application procedures.

So I saw her on the morning of the third day. She was sitting behind the railing, her hair was cut short, it was cut across the board, and she was still very white. She was wearing gray cloth clothes, and her wrists and collarbone were emaciated.She is still very beautiful, even if she is down and out, she still has a sense of beauty, but the eyes and the mole on the bridge of the nose are not so vivid, and her shoulders are habitually shrunk.

But not long after I gave birth, my waist and face have not yet recovered, like an inflated balloon, my hair is messy tied behind my head, and I seem to be older than her.

But I always forget that she is not yet 40 years old, and she is not at the age of decay.

I originally brought her a piece of roast meat, but I couldn't give it to her, so I sat with empty hands, not knowing which sentence to start with.

I cut straight to the point abruptly: "We appeal, the second instance."

Lan Juan looked up at me and finally nodded.

I ramblingly asked her about the details of the case, saying that I was going to hire a lawyer. I wonder if she had hired a lawyer in the first trial? What is the direction of the defense? Did she surrender herself? Did she call the police on her own initiative?

She didn't say much, and after a few words, she suddenly asked me: "Are you breastfeeding? Does it hurt?"

I was taken aback, and answered her: "It hurt before, so painful that I couldn't lift my hands. Now it's fine."

She nodded, and said, "Lan Ping said it hurts before, and I'm always worried."

I suddenly wanted to cry, my eyes were burning, but I finally held back. I thought it was time for me to support her, so I got back to the topic: "Your situation is indeed a legitimate self-defense, and the second trial is very likely. changed sentence."

"It doesn't matter if the sentence is not changed. You actively reform and strive for a reduction in sentence."

Lan Juan lowered her head and stared at the ground, curled her shoulders, and responded a few times: "Ah, ah." Then she raised her hand and smoothed the hair on the back of her head.

She promised to be very well-behaved, not at all like a woman in her thirties, but rather like I was educating her.

I had nothing to say, my throat trembled, and I finally said: "I will always wait for you."

This is the most tender sentence I ever said to her, with great courage.Lan Juan stretched out her hand to wipe her nose, then raised her head to stare at the lamp diagonally above, her eyeballs slowly turned to the left and then to the right, and after blinking twice, they turned red.

For so many years, this is the first time I see Lan Juan crying.Her crying was very different from what I had imagined. Before her eyes were wet, I reached out and wiped the corners of her eyes twice, and then twice. If it weren't for the wet water stains on her fingers and the heels of her palms, it would be difficult to detect her. is crying.

Then she urged me to say go back.

I knew she didn't want me to watch her cry, and I had to do some important things, so I said goodbye to her.

When I walked out of the detention center, my heart was not too heavy.What I really said was from the bottom of my heart, if the second trial can change the sentence, then change the sentence, if not, I will visit her often, and when my daughter is older, I will come to pick up Lan Juan together.

At that time, my daughter had only grown to the age when Lan Juan and I depended on each other for life.

If only the story could stop here.