Rebirth 1983: The counterattack started from hunting in the mountains

It was already 11 o'clock in the evening when we returned to Taiping Hotel.

When Zhang Yaoyang was about to wash the dust off his body in the public sink, he suddenly heard a loud and urgent quarrel coming from the quiet corridor.

His room was two rooms away from the other person's room. If he had not been outside the corridor, he might not have been able to hear the quarrel.

They are Zhang Mingtang’s parents.

The old couple seemed so energetic that they stayed up all night, or maybe they were too full and needed to have a quarrel to digest the food, otherwise they couldn’t fall asleep.

He rubbed his face and pricked up his ears to listen to what the couple was arguing about.

The matter is probably related to Yang Xuewen.

The woman felt that Yang Xuewen was too young and unreliable, so she was worried and asked her man to find someone else.

But now there was only one night left before the trial, and it was inconvenient to find anyone. The man was naturally unhappy and even ridiculed her for worrying too much.

When a woman is criticized and criticized for nothing, it is natural for her to lose her temper easily and start a quarrel right away.

The behavior of these two people naturally woke up everyone on this floor.

Before Zhang Yaoyang finished washing up, he saw a middle-aged woman with short hair, who looked like a cadre, rushing up and banging on the door.

"The people inside are courting death. If you want to make a scene, get out of here and make a scene. You are disturbing other people's rest in the middle of the night. Do you still have any sense of public morality?"

"Which unit are you from? Open the door quickly!"

……

The middle-aged woman did a great job and Zhang Yaoyang felt a natural liking for her.

The two men were frightened and they stood up immediately and sincerely apologized to everyone present. The middle-aged woman did not hold on to them and just gave them a few words of education, and the matter was dropped.

But Zhang Yaoyang still heard something from the quarrel between the two.

These two people probably had some connection with Yang Xuewen and wanted to ask him for something.

And since they came from Kyoto, it was naturally beneficial for Yang to gain something, which led to this meeting.

Unfortunately, Zhang Mingtang's mother's worries were right. Yang Xuewen was an unreliable person. Who would have known that he would have such a tragic fate and was beaten to death on the roadside.

By the time someone discovered the case and reported it at dawn, it had already been a long, long time.

By that time, the judgment had already been made.

I don’t know how they will react when they find out that things don’t go the way they expected.

Really waiting to see.

April 1983, 5, sunny.

Zhang Mingtang's case finally got underway in full swing.

Although the profession of lawyer already exists in this era, in small places, it is difficult to find such talents, so everyone has to defend themselves.

Prior to this, during their communication with Zhang Mingtang, Zhang Yaoyang had already asked him to insist that his behavior was out of control at the time and that he did not consciously intend to kill anyone, but simply killed someone by accident.

If this charge of manslaughter is proven, he will be sentenced to a fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years because he surrendered himself.

But this is the worst outcome. If, as Zhang Yaoyang emphasized, the death of others is caused only by emergency avoidance, there is a high probability that it does not constitute a crime.

The case lasted for more than an hour of debate and statement, and he was eventually acquitted.

When hearing the verdict, Zhang Mingtang was in a trance.

He probably didn't expect that just by changing the words he said he could actually be exonerated of the charges.

At this time, only Miaomiao and a few others were sitting at the side table. Zhang Mingtang's parents were unexpectedly not here.

It seems to be to avoid suspicion.

I was the first one to go out. I was in a good mood and stood at the gate, waiting for Zhang Mingtang to finish his formalities so that I could pick him up and leave together.

While wandering around the gate, I saw the couple waiting on the roadside, and a man in cadre uniform led them into a car.

I don't know what they talked about, but within five minutes, the couple got out of the car in a mess, and the car drove away.

The two stood there, looking somewhat lost. The huge sun shining on their bodies, but they didn't seem to feel the heat at all.

After waiting for nearly an hour and drinking a bottle of soda, Zhang Yaoyang saw Zhang Mingtang coming out.

At this time, he had a scruffy beard and didn't look like a young man under 20 years old at all. He looked ten years older than Zhang Yaoyang.

As soon as he came out, he naturally made eye contact with his parents.

There was no joyful and exciting reunion, nor congratulations on his freedom, but only indifference and alienation, as if he was looking at a stranger.

Zhang Mingtang did not rush forward. There was a dead look in his eyes. I felt that he was already half dead when his parents handed him the letter of severance of relationship.

This is not something a young man can bear, and Zhang Yaoyang felt sorry for him.

"Okay, you're finally free. Come on, I'll take you to wash your hair and buy you some clothes. We'll start a new life and be good people from now on."

Zhang Mingtang did not reject Zhang Yaoyang's kindness. He lowered his head and walked past his parents.

Whether he really killed someone or not is no longer important. From then on, he is no longer the once high and mighty young master of the Beijing circle, but a down-and-out abandoned child who is ignored by everyone.

The hair salon business is still quite prosperous in this era, and there are still wealthy women who come to get their hair permed. Most of them have stable jobs in government agencies and are willing to spend a little money to get a beautiful perm.

Zhang Yaoyang hasn't taken care of himself for a long time. Touching his chin which had some stubble, it felt like a small clump of hair had grown. It seemed that he had reached the age where he should shave on time.

Cleansing, washing hair, haircut, the whole process only cost one dollar for two people.

After finishing the job feeling refreshed, he changed his clothes which had already smelled sour, and went to the big restaurant he had been to yesterday cleanly.

The waiter had a deep impression of Zhang Yaoyang.

It was not yet noon, and there were few customers in the store.

From then on, Yang Xuewen would never come out again. He could eat whatever he wanted. He had money but couldn't eat. Who could he complain to?

While Zhang Mingtang was eating, his eyes were red all the time. He had a thousand words to say, but he didn't know where to start.

Zhang Yaoyang kept picking up food for him. When he was almost done eating, he glanced at the table not far away opposite and saw that the old couple had also come here to eat.

"Brother Mingtang, if you have any difficulties, just tell me, don't keep it in your heart! For the sake of our family, I will not abandon you."

"Brother Yaoyang, you have helped me enough. I can't trouble you with the rest. I have somewhere to go."

"Okay, this is your choice, I respect you. But remember one thing, you have a place in Zhaojia Village. Whenever you want to come back, you don't need to make excuses. You are always welcome to come back."

"Thank you...Your family are all my benefactors. I, Zhang Mingtang, will repay you one day."

……

Sigh... forget about repaying me, just don’t die outside.