I want to be a scumbag [rebirth]

"Zhang Dali, your family is here to see you." A prison guard in a neat uniform walked in with an expressionless face.

The man named Zhang Dali jumped up from the bed, with unconcealable joy on his face, he rubbed his hands and walked out quickly: "Thank you."

After a while, Zhang Dali came in from the outside with a sad face, and the prison guard followed from behind: "Shi Bo, Huang Quan, someone is visiting the prison."

Shi Bo and Huang Quan jumped up from the bed in the same posture of joy and walked out.

Being visited by someone does not only mean that there are family members who are thinking about themselves in this small, dark enclosure. The opportunity to visit the prison once a month can also allow them to obtain supplies that look very ordinary on the outside, but are extremely scarce here.

The man sitting by the window was reading a book quietly. He was wearing a blue and white striped prison uniform. The prison uniform was slightly old, but it had been washed clean.He is thin, with a cropped cut that cannot be shortened, his face is pale due to long-term lack of nutrition, and a pair of faded black-rimmed glasses are placed on his fairly straight nose.

Although he didn't move, his fingers couldn't help but twitch every time the prison guard called out a name.

Zhang Dali opened the package he got from his family, first looked through the cigarettes, chewing gum, bridge cards, etc. he needed, then took out a few books from the bottom of the package, walked up to the man, and stretched out his hand: "Hey , Joan, this is the book you want."

Qiao An closed the book in his hand, raised his head, stretched out his hand with clear palm prints, and thanked lightly after taking it: "Thank you."

"Thank you, I also want to thank you for giving me this month's visitation quota." Zhang Dali had a fight with the people in the next room not long ago and was deprived of this month's visitation quota. For him, Zhang Dali was grateful.

"It's nothing." Qiao An paused and said calmly, "Anyway, no one will come to visit me."

Zhang Dali still heard Qiao An bring up the outside affairs on his own initiative. He was imprisoned because he was fighting with gangs outside and accidentally stabbed someone to death. In the second year, Qiao An came in and stayed there ever since. In the same room, after calculation, it should have been three years.

Joan has always spoken very little, and when he is resting after work, he spends most of his time sitting by the window quietly reading books borrowed from the prison library.

I have never seen anyone come to visit Qiao An, and I don't know what happened to him to disappoint his family so badly that they don't even bother to visit him.Even if Zhang Dali is like this, his parents still report on time every month. Although they scold him with snot and tears and hate iron for steel, they still bring what should be brought, and what should come should be brought on time.Therefore, the only possibility that Qiao An has no family and friends is relatively high.

Zhang Dali and the others also asked Qiao An what he had committed and was imprisoned. From their point of view, Qiao An was very quiet and gentle. Reading a few English books, talking and talking, they are not in the same class as these vulgar people.Every time this topic is mentioned, Joan always shakes his head lightly, with no emotion in his eyes: "It's all over."

"Joan, on the way back just now, I heard the prison guards say that you have made a lot of financial contributions to the prison over the years, and they decided to apply to the higher authorities for a commutation of your sentence. Maybe in a year or two, you will be able to go out. "When Zhang Dali said this, he was full of envy.Who doesn't want to get out early, in a ghost place like a prison, you have to take off several layers of skin every time you come in.

Zhang Dali has also fantasized countless times that when he goes out, he will never do clique formation anymore, go home and find a job, live a good life, it doesn't matter if it is hard or tiring.

Hearing the news, Joan was not as excited as expected, but paused while turning the pages of the book: "Really?"

"Wow, Joan, are you pretending to be so aggressive? Will you die if you are happy? That's a reduced sentence. You can leave this ghost place soon. If you want me, you can let me go to heaven."

"But I didn't feel happy." Joan closed the book and stood up suddenly from the chair: "I have forgotten, how can I be happy. Besides, go out? No one outside wants me to go out, and no one is waiting for me. I will go out and do it." What?"

"...Huh?" Zhang Dali didn't quite understand Qiao An's words. He was happy, but he didn't know how to be happy.Wouldn't it be silly for him to stay in prison for a long time?

I was thinking that although I still have to stay in this prison for another ten years or so, he is optimistic and knows how to adjust his emotions. He is much better than Qiao An when his parents love him.Thinking about it this way, Zhang Dali became a little more tolerant towards Qiao An.

Walking in the long corridor, since it was lunch break, most of the habitual offenders who had too much energy to vent their energy also hid in the dormitory to rest, waiting for their energy to recharge before going out to find fault.

Looking at the scenery outside the window all the way, the sandy yellow playground, the bleak trees without a trace of life, the tall fences to prevent prisoners from escaping, and the invisible infrared rays, Joan's pale hand stroked the position of his abdomen, Lips quivered slightly.

Walking slowly to the door of an office, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in." A gentle voice came from inside.

Joan unscrewed the handle of the office door and walked in.

Sitting inside, the man in a white robe raised his head, and when he saw Joan, he immediately smiled gently: "You are here."

Joan nodded, walked to the chair opposite the man and sat down.

"Have you decided yet?"

"...Thank you for your kindness, but I don't think I need it anymore." Qiao An said this sentence softly, which meant that he was prepared not to leave here.

The man's face changed slightly: "Joan, did I not explain it to you last time? Your condition is very bad now, and the tumor is expanding very fast. The medical conditions in the prison are definitely not enough to deal with you Illness." After a pause, the man added: "Last time you said to give you time to think about it, I respect your idea, but according to your condition, I can completely force you to be released on parole for medical treatment from the perspective of a doctor. "

"Even if I am released on medical parole?" Qiao An looked up and said, "Doctor Liu, you should know why I was sent to the hospital. I committed a major economic crime. Even if I go out, I will be forced to carry several A debt of tens of millions. As for my medical expenses, I believe my family will pay for it, but what if I don’t have a family?”

Dr. Liu was speechless for a while. In the past three years of contact with Qiao An, he did not believe that Qiao An would be a crazy person for money.However, he was just a doctor, so he was powerless to say anything.Apart from asking Qiao An to seek medical treatment, nothing else could help at all.

"...Joan." He tried to shake Joan's mind, but he didn't know what to say.

"Doctor Liu, I won't leave here." Qiao An turned her head slightly, looked out the window, and said unconsciously: "No one is waiting for me to go out, and no one wants me to go out. I... just want to be here, be quiet After this period of time, you don’t need to think about anything, and you don’t need to worry about anything.”

Seeing that Joan's face was calm, but his eyes were firm, and he seemed to have made up his mind, he sighed softly: "In this case, I respect your decision." He took out a few bottles of medicine from the drawer and put them in front of Joan: "This It's the painkiller you asked for."

A pale hand is about to take it: "Thank you."

"Joan, you have to know that painkillers can only have a temporary effect, and later on, they will gradually lose their effect, and you will only get more and more painful."

Joan nodded: "I know, I hope that time can pass faster."

Stand up from the chair: "Then I'll go out first, Dr. Liu, thank you." Qiao An sincerely thanked Dr. Liu, he should be the only person in this world who cares about him.

Looking at Qiao An with a fearless smile on his face, Dr. Liu felt sore, unable to speak, he could only nod his head and turn his face away.

Looking at Dr. Liu's reaction, Qiao An felt a little guilty, but what could he do, he was powerless to repay him.

The office door was opened, and then closed with a "click--".Dr. Liu sighed, and he also heard the wind that the higher authorities wanted to commute Qiao An's sentence as appropriate, and Qiao An should be released from prison soon.

But Joan's condition...

He took out a phone number from the drawer, which was the contact information of Joan's family that he asked someone to find. Perhaps asking Joan's family to persuade him would ignite more will to survive in him.

Pick up the phone and press the numbers one by one.

The phone rang a few times and was quickly picked up. A middle-aged woman's voice said, "Who is there?"

"Hello, is this Joan's family?"

After a few seconds of eerily quiet silence, there seemed to be a whispered voice. He might have covered the receiver with his hand, which made him unable to hear clearly.

A few seconds later, another voice came from over there: "Sorry, you made a mistake." Before Dr. Liu could say anything, he hung up the phone in a panic.

Dr. Liu fed him several times unwillingly, but only the busy voice from the other end came.

Four months later.

"Mr. Tang, there is news that Qiao An will be released from prison tomorrow. You see—" the special assistant rushed to tell Tang Huai about it while he was delivering documents to Tang Huai.

Tang Huai's signing hand paused, and then he finished signing his name in a smooth manner.The pretty thin lips pursed: "Then tomorrow, you find someone to pick him up."

"Qiao An backed such a big case for us back then, you see, shall I pick him up by myself tomorrow?" The special assistant carefully looked at Tang Huai's face.

Throwing the document on the table impatiently: "You can figure it out yourself?"

"...Yes." He must have acquiesced.

On the second day, the employees of the Tang Corporation clearly sensed the anxious aura of their boss, and they clamped their buttocks tightly, not daring to make trouble at will.

"Dinglingling..." The phone on the desk rang, Tang Huai glanced at the incoming number and picked it up.

"Mr. Tang." The special assistant's voice was a little strange.

"En." Tang Huai only gave a light grace.

"Mr. Tang, I... I failed to pick up Joan."