Become the white moonlight of the attack

The clear and clean corridor is empty, only the big trees with luxuriant branches outside the window rustle occasionally when the wind blows.

On the weekend of the first month after their marriage, Jiang Zhuo, accompanied by Fu Shixin, came to Imperial Capital 123 Prison. The end of the corridor they were walking at the moment was the visiting room.

In front are the guiding policemen, followed closely by Jiang Zhuo and Fu Shixin.Jiang Zhuo stopped at the door of the visiting room, and he raised his head to visit the visiting room.

The visiting room is the same as described on TV. The room is divided into two, separated by glass in the middle, and evenly separated by a row of small windows.There will be a table inside and outside each window, and a telephone is placed on the table uniformly.

Next to the table are two plastic chairs for the prison visitors.

Because of the weekend, this place is much more lively than the deserted corridor outside.

Some people lined up to watch people, some cried on the sidelines, and there were actually some watching the excitement.

The police urged Jiang Zhuo to come in, but Jiang Zhuo blocked Fu Shixin from the door.

"Zhuo?"

"I'll go by myself. There are some things I want to ask him alone." Jiang Zhuo nodded and lowered his brows, his eyes under the tips of his hair were covered with a layer of haze.

Fu Shixin didn't speak, but patted him on the shoulder, turned around and leaned against the corridor to wait.

The police took Jiang Zhuo to register first, and after notifying the cell, Jiang Zhuo was asked to wait according to the number.

He sat quietly on the bench and watched the crowd coming and going, observing the "illegal" personnel sitting on the other side of the glass window.

Some of them wore yellow vests and others wore blue vests.Jiang Zhuo looked at the vests of different colors, thinking about the severity of the crimes they committed or the length of time.

The environment inside the glass window is the same as the place where he is, there is a gate, but this gate leads to the prison inside.

Jiang Zhuo watched a group of neatly lined people walk in through the door, and the prison guards who walked in the front were the prison guards, and soon Jiang Zhuo saw familiar people among the group.

He was much thinner than two months ago, his cheekbones were sunken, his hair was not as neat as before, and there were faint scars on his handsome face that he was always proud of.

He saw Jiang Zhuo, his stiff face loosened, and reluctantly walked to the farthest window and sat down.

Jiang Zhuo sighed for a while, and then leaned over.

Both of them didn't want to speak to the phone for a long time. In the end, Zhao Ran gave up, and a slightly vicissitudes of voice reached Jiang Zhuo's ears.

"I thought you'd come sooner." Not "You're here" or "Why are you here."

Jiang Zhuo didn't look at Zhao Ran anymore, but focused on the vest he was wearing.

The vest is blue and white striped, and there is no decoration on the whole body. There are no buttons on the clothes, and they are tied with simple cloth strips.

"Why don't you talk? I know what you want to ask me."

Jiang Zhuo stared at the clothes with a still indifferent expression. He didn't rush to answer Zhao Ran, because he found that after seeing him just now, he felt that those things were not important anymore, and Zhao Ran's intentions were not important anymore.

Grandma is gone, he and the Song family are living in peace, Zhao Ran has received what he deserves, what else is he here for?

Jiang Zhuo suddenly felt that this trip was really unnecessary.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to see you suddenly."

Jiang Zhuo downplayed his inner thoughts, sat in front of Zhao Ran, and left after thinking about saying goodbye.

"You want to ask me about the Song family?"

Jiang Zhuo paused slightly while holding the phone.

Zhao Ran caught a flash of hesitation from Jiang Zhuo's bright eyes.

"Yes, before we came to the imperial capital that year, I knew that you were not the grandson of grandma, and I also knew that you were from the Song family. You should know that I can't keep things on my mind, but I kept it a secret. You are 13 years old, want to know why?"

Jiang Zhuo's face loosened slightly, and his eyes moved to Zhao Ran's hideous face.

"I'm jealous of you. You have been admitted to a famous university. You have nothing to say to Feng Wenke. His parents like you. You have such a prominent family background."

"I concealed it on purpose. Do you know that ever since I found out about your family background, I have hated mine even more. I tried my best to curry favor with Feng Wenke and to behave well in front of his parents, but when his parents After learning about Feng Wenke and me, they objected mercilessly."

"Jiang Zhuo, do you know what Feng Wenke's father told me when he persuaded me to leave Feng Wenke? If you, Jiang Zhuo, were with Feng Wenke, they wouldn't object at all, so I hate you, and I hate Feng Wenke even more , so I have deliberately kept him from getting better for so many years. You don’t know yet, grandma died on purpose because she died! No one will know about you, right? "

The more Zhao Ran spoke, the more resentful he became. There was no trace of the shy little boy who chased Jiang Zhuo every day on that ferocious face.

Jiang Zhuo had thought about what Zhao Ran said, but he just didn't expect Zhao Ran to blurt out everything in such a way.

"Zhao Ran, are you tired?" Jiang Zhuo didn't blame or insult, but just said something innocuous.

Zhao Ran obviously didn't realize Jiang Zhuo's words, "What do you mean?"

"Are you so happy to piss me off? Luzi?"

Jiang Zhuo's "Lu Zi" brought Zhao Ran back to the summer 22 years ago. Zhao Ran followed Jiang Zhuo, and Jiang Zhuo called his baby name.

How long had he not heard this title?

The strong and calm Zhao Ran suddenly collapsed, and his dull eyes filled with hatred were instantly filled with tears.

He couldn't pretend any longer, and lay down in front of the window, crying loudly.

"Zhuo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just want you to hate me. If you hate me, it will make you feel better. It's worth it for me to do so."

"Grandma's death was really not intentional. Grandma pushed me away. I wanted to save her. She didn't want it. She pushed me away."

"I... I really didn't mean to..."

Jiang Zhuo sat in front of Zhao Ran, and gently closed his eyes, "Is there any difference between yes and no?"

"No, yes, what I just said was nonsense, I didn't hate you, how could I hate you, and Wen Ke, he is my life, how could I risk my life?"

"What about smoking/drugs? What about selling/drugs?"

"Sucking/drugs is not what I want, I was forced by them, I really don't know anything about selling/drugs. Really, you have to trust me..."

At this point, Jiang Zhuo no longer believed Zhao Ran's words. Is it necessary to tell the truth?

He shook his head helplessly, he really shouldn't have come today.

"I see, you should cooperate with them in detoxification/drugs here, and I will come to see you again when I have a chance."

The phone was hung up, and Zhao Ran watched Jiang Zhuo leave heartlessly.

Jiang Zhuo walked out of the visiting room, and Fu Shixin hurriedly followed, looking at Jiang Zhuo's slightly pale face, worried.

"Are you okay?"

Jiang Zhuo didn't answer his question right away, he walked briskly all the way until he got into the car.

Dong Wen sat in the driver's seat and played the game console. When he saw Jiang Zhuo coming in, he put it down immediately. He wanted to say something but was stopped by Fu Shixin's eyes.

Fu Shixin got into the car, hugged Jiang Zhuo, and patted Jiang Zhuo's back comfortingly with one hand.

"It's okay, it's all over, no matter what it is."

"We won't come here again." Jiang Zhuo said slowly after a long time.

"Okay, don't come, forget about it."

Later, Jiang Zhuo came here once, without saying anything. That time, the two sat opposite each other and stared at each other for 10 minutes. After 10 minutes, Zhao Ran was taken away. That was the last time Jiang Zhuo saw him.

Later, I heard that he committed suicide. When he was sent to the hospital, he had passed away, and he kept saying sorry before he died.

That night Jiang Zhuo had a dream, in which they went back to the year when they were eight years old.

Zhao Ran can be regarded as someone Jiang Zhuo will never forget in his life, a sad, hateful and distressing person.

The author has something to say: Zhao Ran is a cannon fodder who knows how to make things. When I first wrote about him, I didn’t think too much about it. Living.

Cannon fodder is used to cast aside.