After dinner, he accompanied his wife to wash the dishes, and then played parent-child games with the children for a while. After soothing the children to sleep, he also returned to his room.
His wife was taking a shower in the bathroom inside the room, and the gurgling sound of the water made people itch.
He was lying on the bed with his hands on his pillow, looking at the wedding photos hanging on the wall.
In the photo, I was still young at the time, and my wife was in her prime.
Lie down, lie down,
He even squinted,
fell asleep again.
I don't know how long he slept, but when he woke up, it was dark all around. He groped in the darkness and turned on the light.
The bed is still the same bed, but only myself is lying there.
Silently,
He sat up from the bed,
curled up his body.
A feeling of loneliness and coldness is coming over him,
Some broken pictures began to continuously appear in my mind.
dark clouds,
lightning,
heavy rain,
living room,
sofa¡¡
He felt more and more difficult to breathe, and an emotion called "despair" was covering him, and goose bumps began to appear on his body.
He dared not go out of the bedroom,
Don't dare to open the door,
He was afraid that he would not hear the child's voice,
Afraid to lose sight of his wife,
I am even more afraid of going down the stairs,
See the sofa in the living room
"Hoo¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡"
The heavy panting made his brain become more and more blank.
Struggling, like a thief, he tiptoed open the door, closed his eyes, covered his ears, and rushed into the study next door according to the impression in his memory.
"Snapped!"
The moment the study door is closed,
He only felt that a stone had fallen from his heart.
With cloudy eyes, he looked at the pen lying quietly on the desk,
It seems to have found its own support.
He walked over,
Pick up the pen,
Open the blank book,
He took out his wife's book "Double-Faced Man" and began to copy it.
He forgets me,
He is addicted,
? In addition to transcribing text,
He didn't have any other thoughts, and he didn't dare to have them.
No one urged him, but he cherished the time extraordinarily.
He wrote very quickly, and his handwriting began to become scribbled, because in his heart, he couldn't wait.
He didn't notice,
His skin has begun to wrinkle, like elm bark that has lost moisture, and he has not noticed that his eye sockets are slowly sunken. He is not yet thirty years old, and large patches of white hair have appeared on his head.
pen ink,
Still seems to never run out,
I have been able to write words,
There is no need to add it.
write and write,
Write until the sky turns white, and write until the sky becomes dark again.
The doorbell rang, and he stood up abruptly, pushed open the door and walked out.
Standing on the second floor,
He saw that his wife had already passed by below,
opened the door,
There are guests visiting,
It is said to be a die-hard female fan of his wife.
The children's laughter came again,
They watched cartoons on the sofa in the living room.
Seeing this scene,
He grinned,
Laughed.
Even though he is extremely haggard,
The chapped lips seemed to be seeping blood.
write,
write,
After copying one book, copy the next one,
He couldn't stop at all,
I don't want to stop either,
I wrote so much that I forgot to eat and drink,
I wrote so much that I forgot to sleep,
Except for occasionally hearing movement and going out to have a look,
look at my wife,
Look at your children again,
Then come back and continue writing.
he hurt, why things go so well, you come out of hell, you can find me right away,
Well done,
Like a plot that has been arranged and designed,
Is it? "
The woman nodded,
Yes,
It went so well.
"hehe¡¡¡¡"
The prisoner laughed,
"I'm sorry to tell you, this story, I'm not capable enough, I've collapsed
sorry,
Tired of you,
And me,
Let's disappear together. "
¡¡¡¡¡¡
In the bedroom on the second floor of the study house,
Lawyer An, who had just helped Lao Dao untie him, sat by the bed, and Lao Dao ran down to apply safflower oil. Zhang Yanfeng fell into a coma after being stopped by Lawyer An.
However, the breathing has stabilized, and the heartbeat has also appeared. After sleeping, it is estimated that he will really wake up. Everything is developing in a good direction.
Lawyer An felt that it was a bit miraculous that it was actually possible to bring back the soul of an ordinary soul who had just died.
While wiping the water droplets on his hair with a towel, he picked up the "Prison Wind and Cloud" magazine.
Randomly turned around,
The first half of the magazine is the speeches and deeds of the prison leaders,
The following is the reformation sentiment and experience written by the prisoners in the prison,
It's also interesting to watch.
Watch and watch,
? Scrolled to the last page,
Um?
Lawyer An was taken aback for a moment,
It's the last page,
But there seems to be something missing,
It seems that there should be an article here, but I seem to have read it,
But it's gone.
it's me,
misremembered?
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This is a chapter with two thousand monthly tickets plus updates,
But the embarrassing thing is that our monthly pass is only 1800.
Brothers, please do your best!
The addition of the salted fish dragon has gone ahead of the monthly pass! ! !