Lucky Records

Song Yifei's eyes were good, and as soon as he entered the visiting room, he saw Song Lan standing alone in the corner.After informing the prison guard, he walked towards his son.

The prison's partition glass is explosion-proof, and a few small holes have been poked a little distance away to facilitate the communication between people inside and outside.

Even if this is the case, the communication between the two parties is actually good. The people outside and inside can hear each other clearly, and everyone can say a sentence, and they can give a rough explanation of what needs to be explained.

Now because of the large number of people, there are seven or eight prisoners inside and family members outside, so it is unavoidably noisy.The inside couldn't hear what the outside said, and the outside couldn't explain clearly what to explain, forcing people to open their voices and shout.A bunch of people seem to be competing, you have a loud voice, I have to overwhelm you, all kinds of dialects, crying and howling, just like going to the autumn market.

Song Lan frowned, picked out her ear with one hand, and then handed a bag to the prison guard who managed the order before talking to Song Yifei.

In it were the things he brought to his father Song Yifei, two cigarettes and a pack of 3000 yuan in cash.

When he entered the prison early in the morning, his cigarettes were checked.The prison guards at the gate opened the packs of the cigarettes, and randomly took out two packs and opened them to look at. This was also to prevent someone from bringing in contraband from outside, so the current prison is very strict.

As soon as the things were handed over, he immediately turned back to look at his father.

Song Yifei is [-] this year, and he could be regarded as a white-faced scholar in the past. Maybe because of the reform through labor in the past few years, although he is in good spirits now, he looks a lot thicker than before. Look weak.

Song Lan looked at his wrinkled face, her nose was a little sore, then in order to cover up something, she swallowed the sour feeling like swallowing her saliva.

In fact, Song Lan didn't come here many times, basically once a year in five years.It's not that he didn't want to come, but that Song Yifei didn't let him.

On the one hand, this place is unlucky. Song Yifei used to be a scholar, and felt that coming to this place would not be good for his son, so he forced him not to show up.On the other hand, Song Lan happened to be in high school when Song Yifei was imprisoned, and it was the time when he needed to concentrate on his studies and sprint for the college entrance examination. He didn't have that time to waste visiting himself.

But what he says doesn't count, the decision is still in Song Lan's hands.Song Lan knew that her father would feel uneasy if she ran here all the time, so even in the most difficult days, she gritted her teeth and got through it by herself.

The father and son looked at each other through the glass for a few seconds, and then Song Yifei smiled and waved to Song Lan.

Song Lan understood and turned her head to the side and put her ear on it.From the small hole in the glass came the familiar voice of his brother Dafei, "Why do you look so thin? Where is Auntie? You are in good health?"

After Song Yifei was imprisoned, he left his mother and son outside. Last year Song Lan came to see him and said that his grandmother was not in good health, so right now his first concern is his mother's affairs.

But as soon as he asked, Song Lan's face became a little embarrassed, and he opened his mouth halfway, not knowing how to reply.

What made it hard for Song Lan was that her grandma had passed away more than half a year ago. Song Yifei was not told about this at the time because as soon as grandma passed away, her aunt's family jumped out to compete with him for the house they used to live in.

He had some unfinished business on hand, so coming to see Song Yifei would only add to his troubles.

In fact, the house belonged to Song Yifei. Considering that he was going to jail, in order to keep his family property, Song Yifei put the house under the name of his mother and his son before the accident.

As soon as grandma passed away, my aunt made it very clear that half of the house was in grandma's name, so that part had to be used as inheritance.

After three months of mediation between Song Lan and her aunt's family, they finally negotiated and took out 30 yuan to her aunt before letting them submit a statement of voluntary renunciation of inheritance at the notary office.

But the 30 yuan cannot be mentioned to Song Yifei, because... that is his life-saving money, part of the reward for the crime.At that time, not only someone arranged a key high school for Song Lan during Song Yifei's lawsuit, but also someone sent a sum of money to their home after Song Yifei was imprisoned. The total amount was 50.

Song Lan visited his father for a year without hiding his words, and asked about the money. Song Yifei saw that the prison guard was not there, so he told Song Lan a little bit about the transaction he had with him.

After waiting for a long time, Song Yifei was obviously a little impatient. He leaned against the window and asked again: "What's the matter? Talk!"

This time the voice was obviously louder than before, and Song Lan was brought back to his senses by his roar.

"Dad, my mother is dead."

"..."

Thinking that Song Yifei would overreact, he waited for ten minutes and only waited for him to say in a daze: "How did you die?"

Song Lan was not as strong as his father. Thinking of the grandma who raised her, she sniffled, "He had a cerebral hemorrhage and left suddenly."

The words were a little awkward, and a father and son were silent through the glass.

After a while, it was Song Yifei who spoke first: "Xiaolan, you go find someone, the one I pushed up on before, who gave me 200 million and a house after the agreement, you go and tell him that the house is not available for now. Give me the remaining 200 million of the 150 million miles."

"Dad, what do you want so much money for?" Song Lan didn't know that there was still such a sum of money, so she rationally wanted to ask everything clearly after being frightened.

"My sentence is halfway through, and my sentence may be commuted after a while. I want to be released on parole early. However, there was still a fine of 40 to [-] yuan that was not paid in full. You can help me get the money, or it will be fine. , I'll go out and find him myself. Don't you have savings at home, or you should prepare to take that money first. "

When Song Lan left, he didn't tell his father that his money had fallen into the pockets of his biological sister's family.After calculating that there was still some time before the date of being able to be released on parole, he just pressed those junk things back to his stomach.

As soon as Song Lan left, Song Yifei collapsed, and a prisoner he knew came to help him. He shook his hand and kowtowed three times in the direction of Shanghai.Those three noises were made by him to love his old mother, he never imagined that his momentary confusion at the time turned out to be an eternal separation between heaven and man, and he would never have the chance to see his old mother again.

Thinking of this, the 50-year-old man couldn't hold back after all, tears streaming down his face.

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Unlike the winter in the south, the winter in the north has a sense of depression.As soon as winter comes, Beijing's scenery becomes less lovely.

The leaves of the towering poplar trees beside the sidewalk have fallen sparsely, leaving only a bare branch there, which is completely different from the lush and lush scene in summer. At this time, the bird's nest on the top is exposed. How do you look at it How funny.

The Land Rover drove on the flat road, and deliberately slowed down when passing the row of poplar forests.

The person in the back row of the car was unknown, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

The driver was a young man, he glanced at the man in the back row through the rearview mirror, and said in a tight voice, "Brother Seven, you don't know, those little bastards are waiting for nothing to do, and I don't know who took the lead. The oil was splashed on the road, the fat beans in the yard suffered a loss last week, and the new BMW directly hit a tree."

The man raised his eyebrows a little, and asked, "Which one is it? Have you caught it?"

This is the western suburb of Beijing City, connected to a military compound.During the winter and summer vacations, the grandchildren from various families in the courtyard would be sent here by their parents, and a few who could vote would soon form a small group, and a group of people would get together every day to play and play, just like they did back then.

But they didn't do this kind of thing back then. They gathered together to dig out bird eggs, climb other people's yards to steal persimmons, dig sweet potatoes in the fields, and hunt wild rabbits.It is completely different from the current group of ancestors of the third generation who love to play tricks on others.

"Not yet, haven't your brothers come back these few days, thinking about cleaning them up together with the group."

"Do you still need us to take care of a few bastards?" The man in the back row asked playfully, his tone raised, and he didn't know whether he was teasing or bluffing.

"Hey, there are a few of them who are quite courageous, not to mention that they are quite like your brothers back then." The driver is familiar with men, so he is not afraid of saying the wrong thing, and he pours out what he thinks in his head, " Boys, whoever is not mischievous at that age, just have the right nature."

The man in the back row glanced across the road, his eyes just fell on a tree with obvious bump marks, and then he smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.Thinking of the board he got into when he got into trouble when he was young, he sighed softly: "Excellence."

Ten minutes later, after passing several sentry boxes, the Land Rover stopped in a compound.

The man got out of the car, straightened his clothes, and walked into the row of small two-story buildings against the south wall in the courtyard.

There were a few orderlies coming in and out of the courtyard. When they saw him stop and give a military salute, they were about to speak but he quickly stopped them.

Without giving any explanation, he walked into the big wooden door that had just been painted with vermilion paint.

This small building is the residence of Lu Xiang's grandpa's best friend. After his grandpa and grandma passed away, Lu Xiang seldom came back here, except for some important things, otherwise it was Mr. Jin who came to visit this building years ago.

In the large living room on the first floor, there are several narcissus plants waiting to bloom. The straight and lush leaves look like a good variety, and they are incomparable with the ones at the flower and bird market that cost ten yuan a plant. Lu Xiang picked the root stems with his fingers Before the rotten part of the tender head was removed, a clear and pleasant female voice came out from the aisle behind.

"Lu Xiang, my grandfather is waiting for you in the study on the second floor."

The person who called him by his first name was Xiaomei, the youngest granddaughter of Mr. Jin. She was only eighteen years old this year. Lu Xiang was 14 years older than her. He had a good relationship with her eldest. The little girl is still a milk doll.

At that time, Xiaomei always liked to run behind their brothers. There was no girl in Lu Xiang's family, and the girl looked like a doll. Lu Xiang thought it was fun and didn't think she was annoying. She buys sugar.

So, at that time Xiaomei liked brother Xiang the most.But since she was 16 years old, the girl stopped calling him brother when she saw him again, and called him by his first name with confidence.

"Is it on vacation?" Lu Xiang asked her without answering, while walking up the stairs on the second floor.

"It was released earlier, but this time it will be longer. When will you be free? It will be Chinese New Year in a while, take me to buy new clothes!" Xiaomei said and followed.

"Call me brother!" Lu Xiang had long legs, and walked up the stairs in three steps at a time. "If you don't call, you don't have to buy it."

"It's not much older than me! Don't bark!" Xiaomei stepped up and stopped Lu Xiang before he turned into the study.

She is wearing a bright yellow satin dress today, Chanel's new spring style. With a family background like hers, you can often have those new products before they come out.

Lu Xiang didn't see her a few times a year, but this time he was surprised to see that this girl has grown up a lot, not only her age, but also those sexual characteristics that symbolize a girl becoming a woman.He is an adult who has been in the society for more than ten years, so the little girl's thoughts are naturally clear at a glance, but he doesn't want to take her there, so he has to pretend to be a bad person in order to pinch her thoughts about him.

After pushing her away with his hands, he said in a cold voice: "I heard from your brother that your father gave you a black card. You are still studying, keep a low profile, and I have so many new clothes."

Before Xiaomei could reply, Lu Xiang went straight into the study that the entire Jin family's juniors were most afraid of entering.