Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

Song Jianyu didn't expect them to understand either.

A person who got off work from the courier shop at night suddenly wanted to eat Oden in the pedestrian street. On the way, he saw a woman with a big belly, who was struggling to tie the loose shoelaces. .

Before she could bend down completely, a figure hurriedly came running from a distance, and the other party handed the other party the marshmallows she just bought, and naturally supported the person to stand up again.

"Wife, don't move, how many times have you told me this kind of thing, you must ask me to do it next time!"

Hong Sining stood by the side of the road, holding her husband's new marshmallow with one hand and the other holding her husband's newly bought marshmallows and said in disgust: "It's only been five months, I can do this little thing myself, don't be surprised all day long."

"So what for five months, you are my wife and I want to treat you well, but that's not enough."

"All right, all right, how many people are still talking about this on the road, they're going to be laughed at." Hong Sining saw not far ahead, a young man looked at the couple with curious eyes.

"Others see it as jealous that I have a wife." The man with a wife glared at Song Jianyu, who was still sizing up. Although the other party looked like a student, the bad guy didn't have his name written on his face.

The other party still carefully held his wife's palm, leading him away from Song Jianyu.

Song Jianyu, who was standing on the side of the road eating food, ate a large amount of dog food unprepared, but he suddenly realized when he saw the couple who had turned around over there.

"Forgot, Lei Wen was only sentenced to seven years in prison, and your fate with him will never be there again in this life."

After Song Jianyu watched the couple leave, he took the paper cup from Kanto Cooking alone, walked towards the rental house while eating, and muttered as he walked, "Only I...lost the chance to get rich overnight."

When passing the intersection, it happened to be a red light, someone shamelessly looked up at the sky and discussed with the sky above: "Darling, give me one more chance, I will definitely cherish it!"

In the bright night sky above, a dark cloud ran from a distance at the fastest pace, covering Song Jianyu's head.

It brought a rather bad experience to the young people below who waited until the green light to cross the road: "I just said it casually, you don't have to refuse so quickly! Ruthless! Cold! Break up the relationship!"

God: "—"

In the next two months, Song Jianyu's life became monotonous again.

I go back and forth between the rental house and the express store every day, and occasionally go to school.

Such a peaceful life makes people who have just been paid, think about it, go directly to the supermarket to buy a lot of things, and then go to Shikumen Prison.

Song Zongming hadn't seen his son for more than two months. Hearing that someone was visiting the prison, he quickly tidied up his loose hair and clothes in front of the mirror before entering the visiting room.

When the father and son met again, Song Jianyu picked up the bag at his feet, and opened the contents one by one to show him.

"The weather is going to be hot. I bought you some short-sleeved shirts. The toothpaste last time should have been used up. This time I bought you three more, and I bought you ten new pairs of socks. These books are my new picks."

He took out all the things, and after setting up a whole table through the glass, after making sure that Song Zongming had seen them all, he put them away and handed them to the prison guards.

"You don't have to send me things all the time, you can buy everything in daily necessities, and you can save some money." Song Zongming's happiest thing in the past year was when his son came to see him.

Originally, he didn't think about living in this world at all, but he didn't expect to have such a good son when he was old.

Looking at his son outside the glass window, Song Zongming opened his mouth a few times before carefully probing: "Jianyu, Dad wants to discuss something with you."

"Tell me, is there something missing?" Song Jianyu pulled the chair closer and listened.

"Dad is doing well in prison. Recently, the leader said that my sentence can be commuted. If the application is approved, I will probably be released by the end of this year." Song Zongming's face was a little hot and red when he talked about this incident.

He hasn't raised this son for a day, but now he has to reveal his old background in front of the other party, and explain clearly about his imprisonment, Song Zongming only feels his whole body flustered.

"This is a good thing! Did you say the specific month? I will pick you up then!"

Song Jianyu didn't expect that there would be such good news this time, and he was already thinking about whether to rent a bigger house.

It is no problem to live in the rented house by himself now, but if Song Zongming is released from prison, he may not be able to live there.

The old man inside the glass window looked at his happy face, and raised the corners of his eyes forcefully: "If you only reduce your sentence, you must repent of your mistakes or meritorious deeds. I did not perform meritorious deeds. Repentance means pleading guilty and admitting that I committed the case back then." .”

During the long 23 years, Song Zongming never admitted that he was responsible for the case back then.

Therefore, every commutation of sentence has passed him by.

But after seeing Song Jianyu, Song Zongming began to regret, if he admitted, would he be able to see his younger son.

Is it possible to accompany each other for a few more years?

In order to get along with his son for a few more years, he wanted to lower his head and let go of his 23-year-old insistence.

"Dad, I watched a movie about traveling through time and space yesterday. Do you know what the ending of the movie is?" Outside the glass window, Song Jianyu interrupted the other party's contemplation, and said with high spirits: "The protagonist of the movie has the ability to travel through dreams." With his ability, he went back to the past and changed a tragedy, rescued the hostages and caught the real murderer, and the wronged good man has a new life."

The father and son looked at each other through the transparent glass window, knowing that this movie was about Song Jianyu's ability.

"I have no objection if you want to apply for a commutation of sentence. Whether you come out or not, you will always be my father."

Of course he knew what Song Zongming wanted to commute his sentence now.

But the reduced sentence means that the man who has been sitting in prison for many years has to let go of his obsession that he has persisted in for 23 years.

Asking him to admit to murder is tantamount to killing himself again, which means that he deserves the 23 years in prison.

Song Jianyu feels that this kind of heavy decision requires the other party to make his own choice, and he has no responsibility to veto the other party's life just for the sake of getting along with each other.

At the end of the prison visit, Song Zongming returned to his room with the bag checked from the prison guard.

There are eight people in the room, and everyone smiled when they saw the bag in his hand: "It's your son who came to visit you again, your son is so kind to you."

"Yes, yes, Jianyu is a good boy, and I invite everyone to eat these snacks." This room is full of life-imprisoned criminals. Over the years, many former people have commuted their sentences and left, only him Be here all the time.

After distributing the snacks in the bag to the inmates in the same dormitory, Song Zongming was pushed on the shoulder as soon as he sat down.

"Have you told your son about the commutation?"

Seven people, seven pairs of eyes were all watching Song Zongming, waiting for his next words.

"Speaking of it, he said let me make my own decision, no matter what the decision is, he is my son."

"Then hurry up and apply, or there will be no quota if you are late!" The inmate tried to push him up from the ground, telling him to apply now.

But the person who has been thinking about this question for the past few days shook his head firmly this time: "I give up, I don't want to apply anymore."

"Why! You haven't eaten enough after 23 years in prison!"

"Aren't you stupid! This opportunity to commute your sentence is so rare. Look at you, you are only in your [-]s, you can do a good job after you go out, and you can still get along with your son for decades. It's not worth it for you to spend here!"

Song Zongming knew that everyone was concerned about him, but the decision he had already made would not be changed.

"I know that I can get along with my son after I get out, but I can't admit to killing someone."

Thinking of acknowledging the fact that the sentence was reduced, and having to reflect on and correct his mistakes, Song Zongming felt that this was even more difficult than killing him.

For that sentence of not killing anyone, he spent 23 years in prison!

Now that he admits it, what has he insisted on for the past 23 years?Half of his life will be turned into a joke by his own hands.

"Hey, you are too brainy, go out first if you can. As for the matter of redress, there will be plenty of time in the future."

"You should let your son make up his mind about this matter. Who doesn't have any regrets in life? Now that you have given up the opportunity to get along with your son outside, this will become your second regret in the future. You might as well hold your nose and admit it." At any rate, I don’t regret that I have too many regrets when I’m dying.”

No matter how the inmates persuaded him, Song Zongming gave up his application for commutation this time.

Three days later, Song Zongming fainted in the prison and was sent to the hospital. When Song Jianyu received the news half a month later, he rushed to Shikumen Prison to fill out the form and received Song Zongming who was released on parole early.

"Dad, put on your coat, it's still a bit cold outside." It's only May, and the weather in Jinjiang City is still a bit cold sooner or later.

Song Zongming, who had just returned from the hospital, was carrying a light backpack in his hand, which contained clothes and books that Song Jianyu bought for him.

A 46-year-old man with gray hair was helped out of the prison gate.

Half a month ago, he was sent to the hospital for treatment after being unconscious, where he learned that he had advanced lung cancer, which had spread to many places, and had less than half a year left in his life, and he was subsequently granted parole.

Song Jianyu borrowed a car from someone, and after helping him to sit in the back seat of the car, he opened the driver's seat and sat in and said to the person behind him: "I haven't told her about Mom, go to me first. The place where I live is as big as two rooms, and we, father and son, each have a room."

When he received a phone call from the prison ten days ago, he found a new house with two bedrooms and one living room near the school, which he has been furnishing during this time.

People who came out of the hospital after a serious illness became more and more silent, sitting in the back row and looking at the strange scenery on the street, "Has Jinjiang become like this now?" It is not the same as what he remembered.

"In recent years, the whole country has been engaged in development and construction of houses, so many old houses have been demolished and built into high-rise buildings. In fact, they are not as comfortable as the previous houses, and the housing prices have increased countless times. Now most people are behind their backs. Buying a house with 30 years of debt is pretty tough."

Song Jianyu parked the car in the parking lot at the east gate of Yunda, and then helped someone to walk to his current residence.

The father and son passed by the gate of Yunda. Song Zongming looked up at the familiar and unfamiliar signboard on the door, and his eyes flashed with nostalgia: "Here, I have also studied here before."

"After we settle down and put down our luggage, I'll take you in for a walk. The school hasn't changed much, you must be familiar with it."

"Forget it, people like me should be a disgrace to Yunda, and I'm no longer worthy of stepping in."

After learning about his illness, Song Zongming seemed to have lost his last hope in life, and he followed Song Jianyu to the rental house lifelessly.