Chapter 142: Previous volume

In the impenetrable prison, the door creaked open.
"He Songbai, your sentence is over."
"This is clean clothes and a little money. After going out, be a good man. Don't be so impulsive and don't commit any more crimes." The fat guard of the guard said with a smile.
He knew what happened to the young man in front of him. He personally killed a university teacher and was sentenced to 30 years in prison. This kind of impulsive murderous youth can receive several prisons every year, and the prison guards scorn the cancers in these societies.
Only later did they know that He Songbai was killing a gangster, and they couldn't help but regret.
He is really smart. In just a few years, he has learned a lot of knowledge in prison. He has also helped the prison simplify a set of archival algorithms. This method has effectively reduced the workload of personnel in the archives room. Since then it has attracted everyone's attention. He got more opportunities to get in touch with books. Two years later he learned the principles of electricity and electricity and invented energy-saving and environmentally friendly LED bulbs. Effectively reduce power consumption by 80%.
Now that the energy-saving lamp he invented has been promoted nationwide, he has received a five-year commutation. Then he tried harder, and he used transistors to make something called a computing machine. The prison guard did not know what this thing did, but after it came out of the prison, a professor came to visit him in person.
He received a commutation of fifteen years, that is, he came out after ten years in prison. This is the fatal prisoner the fatal prisoner has ever seen the first time. If he didn't make a mistake to kill, how far should he go in the future.
He Songbai narrowed his eyes against the sunlight. He pinched the package on his shoulder and waved at the fat guard with a smile.
"I will."
Breathing fresh air, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. When he woke up half a year ago, he found himself in prison.
The reason was a manslaughter and 30 years’ imprisonment. After much inquiries, he realized that the person he killed was Wu Yong.
Reasonable, but unexpected.
He was imprisoned, what about his family and his clients?
A month later, the eldest sister came to visit him. He Songbai only found out that he had no object during the chat with the elder sister, and the He family had not received the so-called educated youth before. Those educated youths who know the landlord element of their family can't wait to hide far away, so how can they live in their house?
And there was no one named Zhao Lanxiang in the educated youth.
Confused with confusion, He Songbai left the prison. He calmed down the old man in the country first, and his grandmother's spirit was still so decent, but his eyes were not good.
I heard that the year he was in prison, the tears shed too much, almost blind.
He Songbai, who had been wealthy for most of his life, saw the old man still eating green vegetables and tofu in his old age, and lived a poor life.
He took out a little money left and right all over his body, used the fastest method, and earned his first pot of gold in the world.
He repaired the dilapidated house in the country, bought a lot of nutrients for the elderly, and took her to the hospital for a physical examination.
Granny Li met her grandson who was released from prison, and she was crying in silence. Her dry palm stroked his face inch by inch, and said with tears, "Just come out."
"Just come out."
The old man's clean and tidy hair became messy, his face was much older than this time in his previous life, and his back was bent almost unequally. The eldest sister later told him that this was because she was sick in bed at that time, and her grandmother did all kinds of chores by walking with crutches, taking care of her, doing laundry and cooking vegetables.
Rao, who was strong for most of his life, also shed tears at this moment.
He dug up his family's ancestors, auctioned a few of them, used the exchanged money to make the original funds, went to the stock exchange to buy gold frantically, and sold all when the gold price soared to the highest point. He gave the grandmother all the money he earned and settled her heart.
He Songbai said firmly: "I will let Granny live a good life... Granny should also be more optimistic and have a better attitude. I also wait for Granny to teach my children how to learn Chinese painting."
Grandma Li was amused by her grandson, and she slept comfortably with her arms round.
In her dream, she really dreamed of a good-looking white-grandson and a beautiful great-granddaughter.
...
In the Qingming season, there were drizzle.
He Songbai drove to a familiar street in the city, he hesitated and came downstairs to a tube, looking up at a household.
He knocked on the door of the Zhao family, and a familiar face was drilled inside.
Feng Lian asked: "Are you?"
He Songbai replied: "Is this the home of Comrade Zhao Lanxiang?"
Feng Lian nodded.
He Songbai said: "I'm Comrade Zhao Lanxiang's friend. Is she at home now?"
His unhurried voice had a patiently listening taste. Feng Lian returned to such a stranger: "She is not here, she should be in the army compound."
"Is there something to do with her?"
He Songbai captured the inexplicable emotion that flickered in Feng Lian's eyes, and noticed the bloodshot eyes that her eyes were suffering from. This is the most sad look. He Songbai knew that his mother-in-law was actually a very peaceful person.
Ten years later, what happened to the subject during his time in prison? how have you been?
He pressed down the turbulent cloud in his heart and drove to the military compound in the G Military Region. He also knew Gu Huaijin in this world. With Gu Huaijin's guidance, he was able to enter the military compound.
"Bah--"
The sound of the tires rubbing against the ground suddenly cut through the silent road. He Songbai hurriedly hit the steering wheel and hit the tree on the road.
Gu Gong leaned over and asked, "It's okay, don't worry, you didn't hit it."
He Songbai quickly walked out of the car and saw the woman lying on the side of the road.
A slight drizzle hit the thick leaves, and occasionally one or two raindrops leaked wet her body. He Songbai was silent for a while, reaching for the woman's hair and pulling her thumb into the pulse of her neck.
The slightly curly hair was opened, and He Songbai saw her face clearly.
Gentle and beautiful, it makes people feel comfortable. At this moment, his heart seemed to feel a kind of painful feeling tightened by people.
He took out his eldest brother and made a phone call. He picked up the woman with strong arms and drove to the hospital.
...
When Zhao Lanxiang woke up and found herself sleeping in a hospital bed, she asked the nurse who sent her to the hospital.
The nurse described it simply: "Thin and tall, with a very elegant temperament."
Zhao Lanxiang heard the nurse's description, not Jiang Jianjun, she was relieved.
"Are you looking for him now?"
At that time, Zhao Lanxiang was in his thirties. Because of proper maintenance, his skin was very fair. She seems to have a sense of ambiguity in age. The young nurse hesitated how to call her for a moment, and the next moment she said: "Don't worry, the gentleman is still there, and told me to take good care of you."
"He should have bought breakfast for you, and he will come back later."
Zhao Lanxiang pulled off the needle on her wrist and struggled to stand up. She quickly fell back to bed.
The nurse said seriously: "This comrade, you have just experienced a miscarriage and you are very weak."
"If you don't want to be able to conceive in this life, lie down."
Zhao Lanxiang touched the corners of her eyes, where she was so dry that she could no longer shed tears.
Yesterday, her Jiejie had just passed the first seven, because it was not a child who was born smoothly and could not run a hall. Zhao Lanxiang could only burn the small clothes he had made for him piece by piece to him in heaven. She took his ashes and found a graveyard to bury with love.
She huddled her quilt on the bed tiredly and closed her eyes.
The nurse in charge of her bed looked at the woman who had looked dull with pity and shook her head.