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It started to rain on Friday afternoon.

The weather is hot, and Beijing's climate is typically like a drying oven. The feeling of high temperature and steaming comes up immediately after the light rain is sparse.

Wen Yu took a special look at the half bag of cucumber-flavored potato chips on the coffee table before going out.

After four days, it is crisper than it is.

If this is stored in Guangzhou, it will be soft and not brittle on the same day.

He took out his mobile phone and searched whether the visiting prison was allowed to bring potato chips, and the answer was ridiculous.

The first line is "As long as you go to see him, he will be very happy. People need care and warmth most at this time!"

Scrolling down, there are also "healthy and uplifting books" and "vocational education textbooks" among the answers.

Wen Yu's door was half opened, and he went back to the study and randomly picked out a few books, throwing them into the canvas bag.

My father is a strong person, and he hasn't seen much change in his personality after being in prison for so many years.

Jiang Nanzhi's big run stopped at the entrance of the alley, and there was a child in school uniform shaking the diabolo all the time, the sound of hula hula was louder than cicadas.

When Wen Yu got into the car, she turned around and took a look.

"What did you bring your dad?"

"Toilet water, pocket money, and a few books."

"Color water is probably not allowed to be brought in." Jiang Nanzhi reported with sympathetic eyes: "Think about it, if someone mixes some nitroglycerin and brings it in..."

Wen Yu slammed toilet water on the co-pilot: "I'll see you off, put a seat belt on it."

Jiang Nanzhi took it and sprayed it on the mosquito bag on his elbow twice. After spraying, he remembered something and cursed.

"Damn, I sprayed blue poison today."

Wen Yu sat in the back row and laughed happily: "Then why don't you accompany me to eat hot pot tonight, let's eat a big portion, Dior is only worth a few dollars."

"Fuck your fart."

There are more than 20 detention centers and four prisons in Beijing, all of which are located in Daxing District.

Wen Yu was always tense a few days ago, but when he officially met his father, he relaxed, and fell asleep on the back seat for a long time.

He seemed to be half conscious, and even while sleeping, he could recognize whether Nan Zhijie's car was in someone else's way.

Another half of my consciousness completely passed out, and I could dream of the days when I was running around in the yard holding candies when I was a child.

It wasn't until the car made a sharp turn that Wen Yu was shaken awake, and opened his eyes in a daze.

Jiang Nanzhi threw the paper box into his arms: "Great artist, wipe off your drool."

Wen Yu wiped it obediently, and suddenly said: "I dreamed that my mother was young."

"She's not ugly now." After Jiang Nanzhi finished speaking, he was silent for a few seconds, then backed the car casually into the garage: "...you can pick a few more wigs for her."

"It's really unscientific," Wen Yu murmured, "She used to drag me to Guangzhou and Shanghai, but now she actually lets me teach here."

"What time did the prison administration department make an appointment with you?"

"Four o'clock to 04:30." Wen Yu looked at his watch and realized that the road was delayed, he let out a cry, and went out with his bag in his arms: "I'll go first, wait for me in your car!"

The prison guard was replaced by a young man, who spoke very politely when we met.

"Did you bring the original ID card and proof of kinship?"

Wen Yu handed the things out, seeing the tearful old lady in the distance, shivered for no reason.

"It's a bit cold here," the prison guard glanced at him, "You don't usually come here, so wear more in the future."

"Okay, thank you."

Different from the cold and strange atmosphere of the mortuary in film and television dramas, the white walls and iron windows here look quite normal, without any emotion.

It will neither create an atmosphere to destroy people to death, nor give too much temptation to go out, which is a kind of institutional indifference.

The bulletin board printed out a few real stories about reforming oneself and persuading people to be good. Wen Yu held the canvas bag and watched while waiting. !"

Wen Yu immediately stood up, and something in his stomach began to churn.

He saw his father through the glass window. The two sat down politely facing each other, and each picked up the phone on the other side.

Wen Jianwu still shaved his head and had a few wrinkles on his face. When he saw his son, he would habitually purse his lips, not wanting to show too much emotion.

The son stayed in the ever-changing information society, and the father lived ten years ago when PHS was still used. In fact, we can't talk too much.

Wen Yu was ignorant when he was a teenager, and every time he went to visit the prison, he happily talked about the changes outside, and wanted to imagine with his father the wonderful world after he was released from prison.

Then one day I suddenly realized that this matter was no different from performing drinking water in front of thirsty people, and I didn't fall asleep for several nights.

Gradually, he lost his youthful air, his facial features and skeleton continued to mature, and he could talk to his father less and less.

"I wanted to bring you two packs of potato chips, but I don't think I'm allowed to take them in."

"It's in the commissary."

Wen Yu let out a sigh, remembering that there is a canteen in the prison, not only can you buy snacks and toilet water, but you can also swipe your card.

He rubbed his head, realizing that half an hour was a bit too long for a prison visit.

Could it be that the family members of other prisons are always looking for something to talk about when they meet?It shouldn't be.

Wen Yu thought of something and took out the book from the canvas bag.

"I'll bring you something to entertain you."

The prison guard next to him cast a vigilant look.

Wen Yu handed the books to the prison guard, one by one, before realizing what he had taken.

"One "Japanese Fifty Tone Charts", one "Faust", and one... "C++ Programming Classic Course"."

He laughed abruptly, held the phone and said, "It's good to learn C++ when you have nothing to do, and it's convenient for you to get a job when you come out."

Wen Jianwu followed with a laugh, looking at his current attire: "How long will you stay in Beijing this time?"

"Stay for a long time," Wen Yu remembered this and didn't say anything, and moved a lot closer to the glass window: "Dad, I'm going back to No. [-] Middle School to teach."

"What about your mother?"

"She was discharged from the hospital last year, but her hair grew slowly, and she kept muttering that she shouldn't have chemotherapy."

Wen Jianwu lowered his eyelids, finally revealing a trace of embarrassment.

"Your mother has always loved beauty."

"By the way... My business will affect your teaching, right?"

Wen Yu's eyes still stayed on the brick-thick programming book, and he said after a while: "If you can't pass the political review, it's impossible to get the programming."

"However, our school has a high-end talent introduction plan. I have studied abroad for several years, and it just meets the threshold."

"I'm living back in the courtyard now. Although I'm the only one in the house...but I feel pretty good. The small courtyard is very quiet."

He talked a lot, and found that his father had just listened in silence, and said a word of concern awkwardly.

"Are there many mosquitoes in the prison?"

Wen Jianwu shook his head.

"Only when you go to work outside."

The topic has been interrupted so far, and there is really no way to continue the conversation.

Wen Yu glanced at his watch, there were still ten minutes to chat.

He thought and thought, and stood up.

"Let's go first, and see you next month."

"……take care."

Wen Jianwu then stood up and watched him leave.

Back in the car, Wen Yu leaned against the back of the leather seat and let out a long sigh of relief.

Jiang Nanzhi looked at him through the rearview mirror, as if looking at a very fragile and strong contradictory body.

"Which hot pot restaurant?"

"The one on Guijie Street, let's go."

This road drove from Daxing back to Dongzhimen of the Second Ring Road, Wen Yu looked outside all the way, and didn't say much.

Jiang Nanzhi was so bored by him that he opened the window a few times, before saying after a while: "I heard that learning music is more emotional, what kind of emotion do you have now?"

She is not the type of a close sister, but she is afraid that this younger brother will be so closed to himself that he will be stupid.

"Me," Wen Yu thought about it seriously, "I don't feel it."

"Why didn't you feel it?" Jiang Nanzhi paid attention to which way to turn the overpass, and said without hesitation: "Look at someone who went to visit relatives, didn't you cry like a slug? When your mother was diagnosed with lymphoma, you didn't respond. .”

"Could it be that there is no reaction?" Wen Yu asked back: "When you see a mirror is broken, what is your first reaction?"

Jiang Nanzhi was stunned for a moment, and tentatively replied: "Go find the tape?"

"It's avoiding." Wen Yu looked at her: "You can understand it this way. I was eating hot pot and playing the piano. Suddenly, the mirror next to me exploded, and there was nowhere to stay. No."

"If it were you, would you cry first or run away first?"

The other stood at the scene of the disaster, hiding all emotions away, seemingly unscathed.

Even he himself felt that he had not suffered any injuries during this journey.

Jiang Nanzhi was dumbfounded for a long time, and thought of a simple solution.

"You look in a bad mood today, let's eat all the spicy food."

The two actually went to a hot pot restaurant in Chongqing, and ordered a few fried duck blood and yellow-throated shrimp slippery, as well as a spicy hot pot with butter that was so red as to spurt blood.

Jiang Nanzhi's simple consolation is not righteous. Seeing that the bottom of the pot turned green, he took the initiative to pass the colander to him.

"You are the younger brother, you eat first."

"Are you human?" Wen Yu's face turned green as he held the hot pot spoon, "Why don't we tell the waiter to change to a tomato mandarin duck pot?"

"Sir, that's not acceptable." The waiter who spoke Sichuan dialect said affectionately, "This is the most authentic butter pot in our store. You can taste it, and it's just one bite. If it's not good, I'll pay for it for you! "

The siblings looked straight at the long peppers rolling in the pot, and then at the waiter.

"Look at the signboard of our old Chongqing hot pot restaurant," the waiter pointed out the menu: "It's delicious, hot and spicy, you're guaranteed to be satisfied!"

Wen Yu stared at it for a long time, picked up a chopstick of tripe, didn't dare to dip it in again, and put it in his mouth after blowing it cold.

Tears flowed down disobediently immediately, and the snot was barely contained.

"It's delicious... Sis, take a bite."

"I believe you??" Jiang Nanzhi had the heart to run away, and turned his head to take the menu to look carefully: "Is there any vermicelli in clear soup?"

The waiter shook his head.

"Egg fried rice? Just have egg fried rice?"

"We are a hotpot restaurant, so we don't have fried rice with eggs."

Jiang Nanzhi was stunned because he didn't understand the logic. Instead, he was stared at by the waiter so uncomfortable that he caught the tripe with chopsticks in a coping manner.

Then sobbed and ate and poured water.

The waiter showed a satisfied expression, said you two to take your time and walk away.

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