a little bit

Because the weather is getting colder and the snow is getting bigger and bigger, for safety reasons, the prisoners don’t need to go out to shovel snow, and all outdoor work has also stopped. In this way, there is a lot of vacancy throughout the day Time, the warden likes to be lively, and it can be seen at the Spring Festival Gala. Now that he has just made a fuss, he is starting to think about a basketball game again.

There are four groups in the four districts of ABCD, and the No.1 team seems to have bonus points.

This award is quite tempting, and the annual assessment is about to come. If you have enough conduct this year, you may be able to reduce your sentence.

Xingxin's two-year probation is coming soon, and he will face another trial after two years of probation.

If a prisoner on death reprieve commits no intentional crime during the period of execution of the suspended sentence, his sentence shall be commuted to life imprisonment after the expiration of the two-year period.

In fact, if Xinghua is safe, Xingxin may also be commuted from death to 25 years in prison in this trial, but unfortunately things are unpredictable...

Xinghua's body could no longer support that day, but Xingxin didn't know all this.

In the basketball court, Xingxin looked at the basketball hoop in front of him. He picked up the basketball on the ground, turned his head sideways, and his eyes fell on Qiao Qiao. He tightened his hand holding the basketball, and said softly, "Isn't it cold to wear like this?"

Qiao Qiao tugged at the little skirt on his body, the corners of his eyes turned up, he swayed, the hem of the skirt fluttered, and he smiled and said, "It's not cold, I want to be a cheerleader for you."

"Cheerleading?"

Xingxin looked at Qiao Qiao's short skirt and thought that when he was studying in college in New Jersey, there would be a basketball game in the school. Before the game started, there would be more than a dozen girls dressed like this on the basketball court to start the game. dance.

When he thinks about the time in college now, it is like a snap of his fingers in the distant past, and he can hardly remember it.

Seeing him lost in thought, Qiao Qiao took his hand and asked with bright eyes, "Does this look good on me?"

Xing Xin was taken aback, he lowered his head and looked at Qiao Qiao carefully, Qiao Qiao was about 1.7 meters five, very thin, with fair skin, I don't know where he got the little skirt, the bright red one is not bad to wear on his body No matter how abrupt it was, it made his complexion even whiter, and his beautiful facial features shone with light, so it was very easy to make people feel good about him.

"nice."

Xingxin just said two words. Qiao Qiao was a little dissatisfied. Just as he was about to speak, a prison guard walked over. When he saw Qiao Qiao's outfit, he was stunned. With an oppressive look, the prison guard's back turned cold, and he immediately looked away. He looked at Xingxin, and Xingxin looked at him coldly.

"what's up?"

The prison guard tightened his baton and straightened his back, "Xing Xin, the warden asked you to go over."

Xing Xin turned around, handed the basketball to Qiao Qiao, took off his coat and hung it on Qiao Qiao, and said to him, "Put it on, don't be playful, go back first."

Qiao Qiao clutched Xingxin's coat, raised his head in a daze, and saw Xingxin wearing a gray long sleeve, following the prison guard, walking away leisurely.

Qiao Qiao returned to the room. The room was very warm. He was wrapped in a thick coat, but he was still reluctant to take it off. After a while, a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he took off his clothes slowly.

The iron windows of the prison had some rust stains. The cold light outside the window fell into the iron bars, and a few beams of light fell on Qiao Qiao's back. The skirt had not been taken off, and the clothes were very tight. The cloth is slightly bent.

He knelt on the ground, Xingxin's coat was piled up on the small bed, he stretched out his hand to pinch the corner of the coat, slowly moved over, buried his face in the coat, and sniffed gently.

It was the smell of cedar, a faint scent belonging to Xingxin, which seemed to surround Qiao Qiao. He took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, lay down on the clothes, curled up, and refused to get up.

Xing Xin came back from outside with a cold body, walked into the room, and saw Qiao Qiao lying on the bed, curled up like a kitten, and fell asleep.

His sleepy appearance reminded Xingxin of a Garfield he had raised before, with yellow and white hair, very fat, and very dull. If he touched it lightly with his feet, it would immediately fall to the ground and reveal its belly. He often You will feel that the cat is too stupid and dull, without aura, so you don't like it.

Later, his father told him that cats are only cute when they are silly.

The cat follows you and clings to you because it likes you?

The liking of animals is pure. If you raise it, you must take good care of it.

Xingxin looked at Qiao Qiao who was sleeping soundly, and walked over slowly. When he came to the bedside, the cold light outside the window had turned into a lemon-yellow sunset. He looked down at Qiao Qiao with a complicated expression.

Qiao Qiao woke up in the evening. He propped up the small bed with both hands, and slowly climbed up. Xing Xin leaned on the chair, his limbs were loose, with a book in his hand, and he turned his head up and closed his eyes, and fell asleep. up.

Qiao Qiao pushed away the quilt that was piled on him, stepped on the ground without any shoes on, and walked softly to Xing Xin. He just stretched out his hand when Xing Xin opened his eyes.

Qiao Qiao's hand stopped in the air awkwardly, and Xing Xin's eyes fell on his feet, "Put on your shoes and go to eat."

Qiao Qiao felt that the days around Xingxin passed quickly, probably because he liked it, and even the boring prison life became vivid and nostalgic.

On the day of the basketball game, Qiao Qiao danced underneath to cheer up the prisoners, and looked straight at the prisoners. Fortunately, Xin did not disappoint him and won No.1.

After the game, Xingxin went to change his clothes. Qiao Qiao followed behind him like a little tail. He also wanted to change the skirt he was wearing. Xingxin gave him a clean long sleeve.

Qiao Qiao looked at the dress in his hand, it was a bit too big, not his own, "This is it?"

"My clothes." Xingxin turned his head, he was taking off his clothes, his head was still tied in his clothes, his voice was muffled, Qiao Qiao looked at Xingxin's body, his eyes were glued to his back muscles and side waist on the lines.

Xingxin threw the jersey he had taken off to the side. He took out the clothes from the cabinet and put them on. His action of putting on clothes was faster than taking them off. In a few seconds, his strong muscles were covered by the cloth.

Qiao Qiao felt a little regretful, he turned his back with his clothes on, facing Xingxin with his back, twisted his buttocks, and said in a soft voice, "Help me unzip the zipper on my back."

Xing Xin pinched one end of the zipper, and slowly pulled it open, the little skirt on Qiao Qiao fell off, Xing Xin lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Qiao Qiao's back waist.

The distance between them was too close, Xing Xin turned his head and waited for Qiao Qiao to put on his clothes.

At this moment, Ah Duan pushed open the door and ran in frivolously.

As soon as his two feet stepped in, Xingxin grabbed Qiao Qiao's wrist and pulled him behind him.

He frowned, looked at Ah Duan and yelled "get out".

Duan was taken aback, he raised his head, and saw the person hiding behind Xingxin, Duan frowned, and said with a smile: "Boss, why are you so impatient to be here?"

Qiao Qiao hid behind Xing Xin, his face flushed, his chin resting on Xing Xin's right shoulder, poking out his eyes, Xing Xin lowered his head and said to Qiao Qiao, "Don't pay attention to him."

Qiao Qiao pursed his lips, not to mention how comfortable he was.

A Duan looked back and forth between Qiao Qiao and Xing Xin, he touched the back of his head, his expression changed, "Boss, it's not that I want to disturb you, but there is something I must come to tell you."

Only then did Xing Xin look at him, and Ah Duan's face turned ugly, "That man is awake, but he's not Wu Cheng, he's a counterfeit, so when the counterfeit wakes up, he will accuse you of killing him."

The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, "Wu Cheng" was lying on the bed, listening to the wind whizzing past the glass window, he moved his neck slightly, changed his position and continued to lie down.

He is indeed not Wu Cheng, he is Wu Yi, Wu Cheng's elder brother.

Back then, their parents were killed, and only their brothers were left to depend on each other.

Wu Cheng is a good boy. The death of his parents didn't make him blame others. He studied hard, was admitted to the police academy, and finally came here to be a prison guard.

Wu Yi is not like this, although he and Wu Cheng brothers seem to be carved out of the same mold, but his temperament is gloomy and full of hostility, he hates this world, he hates the one who killed his parents but is still alive murderer.

Just two months ago, his younger brother Wu Cheng suddenly had an accident, and Wu Yi's last relative also died. He only felt that life was hopeless, and he only thought that he would end his own life together, and follow his younger brother to hell.

But when he sorted out Wu Cheng's relics, he saw Wu Cheng's prison guard certificate.

He thought of Tielanhe Prison where Wu Cheng was, wasn't Xing Xin imprisoned?

So, he didn't die.

He planned to kill Xingxin.

Now, during the period of reprieve, under the watchful eyes of several prison guards, Xing Xin intentionally injured him. Even if the injured person was just a fake prison guard, it was a serious blow to Xing Xin.

Wu Yi thought like this, and gently closed his eyes. He listened to the scratching of the glass, and there was a sound that seemed to be roaring, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

After listening to Ah Duan's words, Xingxin pondered slightly, and said, "We'll talk about it when we go back."

Qiao Qiao followed Xing Xin step by step, Xing Xin was talking to Ah Duan, Qiao Qiao looked at Xing Xin's back from behind, for some reason, his heart seemed to be lifted up gradually, hanging in the air, making him unable to see through gas.

In the past two days, Xingxin stopped going to the library. Because of Wu Yi's matter, the warden looked for him several times, Qiao Qiao was also looked for once, and several prison guards who were present at the time were questioned in turn. After several exchanges, Xing Xin's attempt to kill Wu Yi is a certainty.

After Wu Yi recovers from his injury, he will also be punished as he should.

"In half a month, it will be reviewed. What do you think?"

The warden looked at Xingxin who was sitting in front of him, and he sighed, "Your father and I are classmates. You are here, and I will try my best to take care of you. Now your father is seriously ill, and this happened to you again. You have I never thought about how heartbroken he would be if he found out."

"I know." Xingxin lowered his head, closed his eyes, and said softly, "Life and death are fate."

The warden looked at him, "Do you really think so? Do you know how much energy your father has spent because of your affairs? He has hired so many lawyers to file lawsuits for you, and let you go from death penalty to death penalty. Respite?"

Xingxin remained silent, the warden looked at him disappointedly, after a long time, Xingxin raised his head, and said, "Uncle Huo, I didn't kill someone."

i didn't kill

Xingxin said these four words more than once, and no one believed it. Perhaps the evidence was too convincing. Even his relatives couldn't believe what he said, that he didn't kill anyone.

Father loves him but doesn't trust him.

His father blamed him and tried his best to keep him alive, but fortunately Xin died long ago when he lost this trust.

Sure enough, the warden didn't respond, and Xing Xin understood. He held the corner of his mouth and looked at the warden, "Uncle Huo, I have something to ask you."

After coming out of the warden's room and passing through a long corridor, Xingxin walked into the heavy snow. He walked this road for two full years.

From being unwilling at the beginning to resigning to fate now, he has changed a lot.

The two years in prison seemed as long as the rest of his life.

drained him.

After that, he stood quietly in the snow for a while, watching the snowflakes fall one after another, falling on his face, feeling cool and painful.

Qiao Qiao waited for Xingxin to come back in the room. In the afternoon, when the door of the room opened, he did not see Xingxin, but two prison guards.

"What's up?"

Qiao Qiao stood up with a puzzled face.

As soon as the prison guard came in, he came to move his things. Qiao Qiao frowned, and hugged the book of poetry from the table in his arms. The prison guard glanced at him and said to him, "You will move back to Area B tonight."

"Moving back?" Qiao Qiao opened his eyes wide, "Who said that? I've lived here for a month, why do I want to move back?"

"It's what the warden said. You have three days left to get out of prison. It's inappropriate to continue living in District D." The prison guard glanced at him, "Hurry up and get ready, what are you doing stupidly? not happy?"

Qiao Qiao didn't speak, his face was ugly, he moved his things stiffly, followed behind two prison guards, when he walked out of Area D, he stopped suddenly, the prison guard looked back at him, Qiao Qiao asked, "Where is Xing Xin?" ? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

The two prison guards didn't know either, and saw that Qiao Qiao was not moving, so they urged him to hurry up. Qiao Qiao bit his lower lip, and looked back at the gate of Area D unwillingly. He wanted to see Xing Xin and ask him what happened. thing?

After returning to Area B, it was still Wu Gang's dormitory, and he hadn't seen Wu Gang for a month. Qiao Qiao bowed his face because he was depressed, said hello, and lay down on the bed.

Wu Gang looked at him, walked to his bedside, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter? Why did you come back all of a sudden?"

Qiao Qiao raised his head, he said with a sore throat, "Brother Wu, I will be released from prison in three days."

Wu Gang's face brightened, "This is a good thing, why aren't you happy?"

Qiao Qiao kicked his feet, the little bed creaked a few times, his voice became muffled, he said "I" and couldn't continue.

He curled up in the quilt and began to cry. Wu Gang shook his head and walked a little further away. The two prisoners beside him looked at Qiao Qiao curiously, "Angkor, what's wrong with him?"

Wu Gang curled his lips and said softly: "Is it because you have lost your love?"

What lovelorn?

Haven't fallen in love yet?

This is aborted!

Qiao Qiao felt aggrieved when he heard the rustling voices of Wu Gang and the others.

Qiao Qiao knew it, he knew it, love is not that simple, this shit, God, it will always be difficult for him.

Has the warden ever seen him?

How could a warden be so kind as to commute his sentence and release him?

He knew that Xingxin should have made this happen, but he really didn't understand, why did Xingxin do this?

On the day he was released from prison, Qiao Qiao changed into his own clothes. The prison guards were waiting at the door. Wu Gang and the others stood at the door to send Qiao Qiao off. Qiao Qiao walked out of the room dejectedly. , don't come in again."

Qiao Qiao didn't say a word. Seeing that he didn't respond, Wu Gang felt a little anxious, but Qiao Qiao said, "Brother Wu, I will miss you."

In the prison, Xingxin sat in front of the window. He was in a daze, looking out the window. Outside, there was snow, and the sky and the earth merged into a straight line. Could there be Qiaoqiao in that line?

Will he feel happier after leaving prison and regaining his freedom?

Xing Xin silently looked at the icicles on the edge of the window.

cats should be well protected

He didn't understand it before, but now he understands it.