Chapter 317: conversation

Siegel looked at Zhou Jian with a calm face, and involuntarily raised a thought in his mind. The only person who had recently relied on himself was the young man in front of him. Was he taking the barrel and the shaft off in an instant?
He did feel the holster being smothered, but he couldn't imagine how the young man did it. He was most proud of the speed of the gun and the feel of the gun. Now he is a young child. It’s incredible that people have done their own guns in the eyes of the public.
Siegel put away the gun, and then watching Zhou Jian’s gaze has been a bit more taboo. If it is really this boy, then he is terrible.
Siegel waved his hand and said coldly: "Let's go!"
Out of the mix, pay attention to loyalty, pay attention to face, in any case, he has no face to continue to stay today.
Siegel took his man out of the hall, and this time, the hall was empty.
It was not until Siegel left, that the autumn was finally relieved. She looked at Zhou Jian deeply and felt that this young man was not simple.
Of course, she wouldn't think that Siegel, who is famous for his guns in the Texas underworld, would pick up a cottage pistol. If there is any fearful behavior before Zhou Jian, then today's things are worthy of scrutiny. What method did I use to make Siegel make such a big joke?
Is he himself an ancient master? If you have this kind of strength at the age of 19, this young man is too terrible.
If this is the case, then it is not a good thing that Huiyin can walk with him. After all, such a large legacy will inevitably cause the central people to be embarrassed, and with Zhou Jian, how much can be safer.
I thought of the late autumn of this scene: "Mr. Zhou, can you come with me?"
Zhou Jian casually threw away the reincarnation spring in his hand, and then gave the person who heard the sound of her voice, and said: "Okay."
In the late autumn, Zhou Jian walked into the room next to the mourning hall. When Zhou Jian left, people looked at the young man with a weird look. People inevitably had some guesses.
In the late autumn, Zhou Jian came to a quiet room. The layout of this room is very simple. There is only one chuáng, a table, and the chuáng is covered with white chuáng褥, clean but not soft, with a pair on the table. The photo frame, the photo inside is a pair of handsome men and women, the female jumped up and slammed on the man, both of them laughed very brightly.
If you look closely, you can find the shadow of the late autumn in the lively and beautiful woman. Obviously, this is a group photo of the late autumn and the young people who smelled Shaolong. At that time, the tui in the late autumn is good.
On the side of the photo frame is a small basket with wool, and there is a half-woven sweater in the basket, blue and white, very clean.
Seeing this semi-finished sweater, Zhou Jian was very surprised. He guessed that this room was the curtain of the autumn, but why is there such a semi-finished sweater? Is she woven?
This is really unbelievable. Nowadays, the woman who will weave the sweater has been pitiful. I don’t think it’s the woman who has status and status in the late autumn. She will actually weave a sweater?
In the late autumn, Gu Jian guessed what Zhou Jian was thinking. She smiled and said: "Is it strange? I really knit a sweater. In fact, I have woven a sweater for five years. I can weave a piece of the day as soon as possible...

Weave one day! ?
Although Zhou Jian does not know the average speed of knitting sweaters, he probably knows what the concept of knitting a sweater is.
He said: "Auntie was a textile woman before?"
The curtain smiled and shook his head in the late autumn. "No, I knitted the sweater in prison."
"Supervisor... prison?" Zhou Jianyi widened his eyes.
"I followed Shaolong from the 22-year-old university. At the age of 23, Shaolong was in danger of being imprisoned for economic crimes. I sinned for him. Then I stayed in prison for five years. ......"
Zhou Jian took a breath of cold, and he was jailed from the age of twenty-three for five years until he was twenty-eight. This means that the most precious part of the life in the late autumn is so ruined in prison, what should it be? regret.
In the late autumn of the curtain: "In prison, the labor index is very heavy, such as nail buttons, embroidered huā, knitting sweaters... I don’t know anything at first, clumsy, prison, sitting, one in the cell, one person can’t finish, the rest are To stay with me, I only slept for a few hours each day, and after spending two months, I reached the speed of those veterans, and it was really forced out."
In the late autumn of the curtain, I couldn’t help but feel the mohair ball in the mo bamboo basket. The face is full of emotions.
Zhou Jian couldn't help but ask: "Do you have to complete the indicators? If they can't finish, they will still hit you?"
The curtain shook his head slightly in the late autumn and said: "No, the prison is strictly forbidden to beat people, but we must do it desperately, in order to reduce the sentence."
In the late autumn, the curtain said, "There is no one who has not been in prison. I can't imagine the suffering of in the inside. There are many people who will find a way to commit suicide. For example, using a sharp-edged toothbrush to cut the veins, use the embroidered huā Xiong mouth, hit the wall, but there are few successful cases. The wall will not be killed, the pulse will be discovered, because the prison is full of cameras, including sleeping rooms are also monitored, and the prison will not Let the prisoner act alone."
Listening to the late autumn, Zhou Jian faintly understood why the original Shaolong had abandoned his wife and daughter for the child in the late autumn. This feeling is too heavy. If he is replaced by him, he can't be indifferent.
The curtain is late autumn: "Well, don't mention this. I am calling you today to talk about your affairs with Huiyin. I want to ask you, do you know what you are doing with Huiyin?

Zhou Jian nodded: "I know, this is the grandfather of the singer who heard the people's wisdom."
The curtain is a little late in the autumn, and the great grandfather who smells the people? Isn't that the owner of the family of the people smelling the country?
Although the late autumn of the curtain did not have a good impression on the feudal parents who had mastered the dictatorship, she had to admit that this is a man of the country. Since he personally identified the son-in-law, then this young man must have had a good person. Where, it seems that he really underestimated him, and his relatives with Huiyin have long been a foregone conclusion, and he has any right to speak, just to worry about it.
Understand this, the pile of rhetoric prepared in the late autumn will not be used, she said: "In this case, I hope that you can wait for the wisdom, I have no children, although I met Huiyin for the first time, But I have already seen her as my biological daughter..."
When the curtain is late in the autumn, Zhou Jian can't help but guess, is it not infertile in the late autumn? Otherwise why not children? Of course he did not ask to ask.
However, the late autumn guessed what Zhou Jian was thinking. She said, "Are you wondering why I don't have children?"
Zhou Jian nodded "a little bit."
In the autumn of the curtain: "In fact, I was pregnant twice. The first time was at the age of 22, when Shaolong was engaged. At the sixth month of pregnancy, someone kicked a kick on my stomach. It’s aborted...

Although the expression was very calm in the late autumn, her voice shook with a slight tremor. Zhou Jian listened to her heart and someone kicked a kick on her stomach. Although the late autumn did not say who the murderer was, the fact is easy to think of, it is nothing more than a family of people, or a family of Huiyin mothers, who do not allow such a child to exist.
The curtain smiled bitterly in the late autumn. "In fact, I didn't even think about what the child in my stomach wants to swear, or I want a child."
She said that she couldn't help but drop her eyes on the photo frame on the table. The eyes were half fascinated, and it seemed to recall those wonderful times twenty years ago.
Zhou Jian can imagine the high hopes placed on her children in the early autumn and the pain of losing the child's late autumn and autumn. He asked: "Is it because of this matter, does Mr. Wenren decide with the family?"
The curtain nodded in the late autumn. "Yes, then Shaolong relied on the network of relationships that he had accumulated over the years to fight hard, but lost the family's shelter to find out how easy it is to find a world, but he is not willing to go, want to prove that he is leaving The family can live as well, want to give me and the future children a rich life, so there is that economic crime..."
In the late autumn, I said that I shook my head here. "In fact, I don't want those, but since Shaolong insists, I can only stand behind him and I am in prison for five years. In those five years, Shaolong came to the United States. You probably guessed the things that followed, and he joined the American Mafia."
"In those years, I have been playing in killing and killing. I was pregnant for the second time and gave birth to a lovely son... Unfortunately... he was in the gang of gang fights..."
Zhou Jian heard that there was no feeling in the heart. Wen Shaolong left the family's shade, and a person came to the world 闯dàng, for this achievement of today, he did not know how much he paid, and no matter what he experienced in the late autumn, he stood silently behind him, he did not hesitate All costs support him, and the heavy weight of this love is shocking.
The curtain is late autumn: "Hui Yin is the daughter of Shaolong. It is the continuation of Shaolong's life. My only wish now is to look at her safe and happy, I hope you can treat her well."
Zhou Jian took a breath, Zheng said: "Auntie, I will."
In the late autumn, I saw Zhou Jian deeply. "I hope you can say it."
After talking to the two people, they were silent. Zhou Jian hesitated for a long time and said: "Auntie, I have something to ask you."
"Well, you ask."
Zhou Jian took a bit of wording and asked: "I want to know how Mr. Wen died, did he get a ring before he died?" .