a little bit

In October, the river outside Tielanhe Prison was turbulent, the sun was shining directly, and large green leaves were clustered on the branches. The prison guard on duty came to open the door. The iron door handle was hot from the sun. He shrank his hand and looked A car is coming from outside.

He squinted his eyes and saw two people sitting in the jeep, the car stopped slowly in front of him, and the prison guard asked, "What's the matter?"

"I'm a reporter from Xinsong News, and I'm here to interview Xingxin. This is my license."

Gao Qian lowered the car window and handed him the ID. The prison guard looked down and returned it to Gao Qian. His gaze paused on Qiao Qiao, "Who is he?"

"Hello, I came here to shoot together. My name is Joe."

After Qiao Qiao finished speaking, he was about to hand over the certificate to him. The prison guard took it and looked down.

The prison guard gave him a dry cough and returned the ID to him, "Go in."

The car drove inside, and the prison guard who came to pick them up asked them to park the car in the garage next to them. The two got out of the car, and Gao Qian said softly, "The acting is good."

Qiao Qiao snorted and said, "You don't even know who I am."

Gao Qian was a journalist before, but because he was tired of doing interviews every day, he resigned and went back to write novels.

He was lucky, his first novel sold well, and later, their station asked him to be a special reporter. This interview was true, but the cameraman was changed.

After leaving the garage, they were taken to a building to the north, and Qiao Qiao looked around.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and there was no one in the playground where the wind was released, and the prisoners were all in the room. The entire prison looked silent and empty.

He and Gao Qian were waiting in the same room. The vertical air conditioner was blowing cold air towards Qiaoqiao. Goosebumps appeared on his arms. Gao Qian turned his head, "Is it cold, I'll turn it off?"

Qiao Qiao shook his head, "No need, it's not that cold."

He's not that weak, he's just nervous, so nervous that his body trembles and his stomach burns, he wraps his arms around himself, Gao Qian looks at him worriedly, "Are you really okay?"

"It's okay." Qiao Qiao waved his hand at him. At this moment, the door that had been closed tightly pushed in from the outside. Qiao Qiao raised his head, and the prison guard walked in. His gaze fell behind.

Xingxin lowered his eyes, his hands were handcuffed in front of his body, his hair was cut short, and his chiseled face looked much thinner than after two years. Qiao Qiao stared at his face, his eyes seemed to be researching cultural relics, Don't want to miss the slightest detail.

His heart was beating fast, and he was even a little dizzy. Gao Qian patted his back lightly to calm him down.

After the prison guards brought him into the room, they handcuffed Xingxin's two hands to both ends of the table. Qiao Qiao frowned as he looked at Xingxin's wrist with strangle marks.

Xing Xin also seemed a little uncomfortable. He moved his arms and sat down slowly. The prison guard stood aside and said to him, "This is the reporter who came to interview."

Xingxin raised his head when he heard this. His eyelashes were very long, and his eyes seemed darker and darker than those two years later. He glanced at Qiao Qiao, who met his eyes for only two seconds. , Xingxin looked back.

Qiao Qiao clenched his fists, his nails dug into his palms, he seemed to be painless.

Just a simple glance, his three souls and seven souls seemed to be lost. He stood with his legs trembling.

Gao Qian asked him to get the camera, only then did Qiao Qiao react, and ran over stumblingly, he put the camera on his shoulder, took a deep breath, pointed the camera at Xingxin, focused, and the interview started.

Back to two years ago, many times, Qiao Qiao was thinking, what would it be like to reunite with Xing Xin?

If it weren't for Gao Qian's help, with his mind, he would probably still be arrested and imprisoned for breaking the law as before, instead of holding up the camera and looking at Xingxin's face wantonly through the lens, listening to Xingxin Tells about his own criminal history.

Because no one is willing to believe him, in order to survive, his lawyer told him that he should no longer tell the judge that he did not kill, but should try his best to make his murder motives more moving. He also contacted the mental hospital in an attempt to use a psychiatric report to save him from death.

And he did survive. According to the data, he suffered from bipolar disorder, sensitive, depressed and agitated, which was his reason for killing.

It's ridiculous to say, because I'm not familiar with it, Xingxin's statement is very jerky, and I know it's copying.

Gao Qian couldn't listen anymore, so he interrupted him, and he changed a question that was not in the manuscript, "Mr. Xing, can you tell me the reason why you left your friend until the last one to kill?"

Xing Xin paused, he raised his head, looked at Gao Qian with dark and deep eyes, and Gao Qian smiled lightly at him.

Xingxin went to Anyin Village with his friends at that time. He had just returned to China at that time and was not familiar with China. Their family had a tourism project in Anyin Village. His father asked him to investigate, and he called his friend along the way. .

But who would have thought that by the way, it would cost his friend 26 dollars.

During the trial court, my friend's parents also came. The elders who greeted him with smiles in the past looked at him as if they wanted to eat him alive.

He obviously didn't kill anyone, but in order to survive, he made up this unnecessary testimony.

Xingxin looked at Gao Qian, looked at his smile, moved his lips, and said, "You know a fart."

No one will understand him, those people will only look at him from above, hate him, try to find his weakness and let him die.

He didn't want to talk anymore, and the interview became difficult to proceed. Gao Qian pondered slightly, and then said: "Then let's ask a lighter question."

He glanced at Qiao Qiao and continued, "How many times have you been in love?"

This question is indeed very easy, but it is also very inappropriate. Qiao Qiao looked at him blankly, and Gao Qian said: "I don't write it down, I just want to ask."

Qiao Qiao put his eyes on Xing Xin again, concentrated and curious.

Xing Xin frowned, he thought for a while, "Five or six? Who remembers."

In the room, there was an angry shout, "Five or six!!!"

The photographer carrying the video camera suddenly raised his voice, turned his head, his beautiful face flushed red, with two clusters of anger floating on his face, staring straight at Xingxin.

Xing Xin was stunned by his gaze, and was silent for a moment, he chuckled, his face was a rare relaxed look, he leaned back, tilted his head to look at Qiao Qiao and said: "It is indeed a very easy question. .”

At that time, Xingxin had just entered prison, was abandoned by everyone, and no one could trust him.

The young master who lost his halo and fell from the clouds became violent and gloomy.

And at this moment, for the first time in a while, he raised his eyebrows and smiled.