When Jia Chongwen first came to prison, he was a little nervous.

He couldn't help but look around, only to see a five-meter-high red fence, and a dense power grid more than a meter high, and the high-rise buildings like round towers dozens of meters high inside the big wall were particularly conspicuous, and several policemen patrolled with guns.

"Once we escape from prison, we will either be electrocuted or shot to death, and if Yunqiao also builds such a wall, we will definitely not be able to escape. ”

He thought as he walked, and his grandfather's greeting called him back to him, only to find that he had arrived at the prison gate.

Today is the day of the prison visit, the small square hut is crowded with people, everyone dare not speak, and listen to the arrangements of a few female policemen in a proper manner.

The visitor's signature is followed by the inspection of the package, and when everything is qualified, a group of five people passes.

Jia Chongwen waited numbly, not knowing what he was thinking. It was their turn, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat again.

"Who's visiting?"

"Jia Heping, Jia Heping!"

"Relationship?"

"Father and son, father and son!"

"Name?"

"Jia Shuangxi, Jia Shuangxi!"

"Age?"

"Sixty, sixty!"

"ID card?"

"Hey...... Hey......"

……

"You, what about you?"

Jia Chongwen stood numbly behind, and saw the policewoman staring at him like a tigress, so frightened that he almost fainted, and he hurried over.

"Yes...... It's ......"

"Name?"

"Jia Chongwen!"

"Age?"

"XVI. ”

"ID card?"

"He doesn't have an ID card, he's still a kid!" Mr. Jia said.

"Or do you want to open a school certificate!"

When Jia Chongwen's grandfather heard it, wouldn't that be more troublesome, he looked at Jia Chongwen, and Jia Chongwen reluctantly took out his ID card.

This time he has become a registered person in prison, and he doesn't know if it will affect his future, so he can't think about it.

In the cold winter years, he was sweating, he wiped it indiscriminately, and went in with his grandfather.

More than 10 meters long, there is a north-south corridor, and on the west side is a platform more than one meter high, which is lined with steel bars the thickness of corn cobs, and there are five huts inside, and the prisoners are waiting for their relatives to visit the prison in this cage-like hut.

Grandpa stood in front of Platform 2 and didn't leave.

"Daddy!" came a hoarse and kind voice from inside.

The mosquito looked up sharply, and an old face appeared in front of him, which he didn't recognize for a while.

Jia Chongwen doesn't know his father anymore, after all, he hasn't seen him for seven years.

The father in my memory wore a pair of glasses, was polite, spoke unhurriedly, treated kindly, never lost his temper, and always felt very temperamental.

Jia Chongwen couldn't help but look at his father, the face of the rag, the eyebrows of the withered leaves, the dirty two eyes and springs, and the beard that grew after cutting a stubble, but the bald head was brighter, far surpassing him who was the "Four King Kongs" back then.

This is the father he has longed for a long time, dreamed night after night, and hated it to the bone.

He looked at his father and didn't know what to say. Jia Chongwen is speculating how his father has come over in the past seven years!

Whether you eat well or not, whether you sleep soundly, whether anyone bullies your father, whether you think about yourself.

"Wen'er!" Jia Chongwen did not speak.

"Wen'er!" another rough and affectionate call.

Jia Chongwen couldn't control himself anymore, grievances, pain, resentment, and sadness suddenly welled up in his heart, and tears poured out like a hot spring.

Jia Chongwen was crying, his father was also crying, and his grandfather was also wiping his tears beside him.

Dad's brush-like hand brushed Jia Chongwen's face like a bowl, and Grandpa stroked his grandson with one hand, looking at his son, his eyes echoing between father and son.

All of a sudden, the time became so short that twenty minutes passed in a flash, and when the time came for the visit, only half an hour was allowed.

Jia Chongwen was a little reluctant, and he wanted to say a few more words to his father.

"Five, it's time, hurry up, don't go and deduct points!" a prison guard shouted inside.

"Alas, now let's go!"

The father looked flustered, and he could see that his father was very obedient. Stronger than them, the teacher shouted for a long time before they moved.

"Wen'er, listen to grandpa, listen to the teacher!"

Dad shouted vigorously, Jia Chongwen wiped away his tears, and turned around to find that his father had left, replaced by another bald head and another relative visiting the prison.

Jia Chongwen melancholy walked out of the prison room with his grandfather, without looking back, even though he knew that a pair of laser-like eyes were piercing the back of his head.

Jia Chongwen can imagine.

When approaching the door, the policewoman handed Jia Chongwen another letter, he carefully folded it, put it in his pocket, and stepped on the bus home with his grandfather.

Needless to say, Jia Chongwen's eyes were red, and his heart was mixed with salt, rice, oil and vinegar, and he didn't know what it tasted like.

Jia Chongwen plunged into the house, took out the letter tremblingly, opened it tremblingly, and tears welled up again.

Wen'er:

It's hard to express your affection and apologies in a thousand words!

I have not fulfilled any of my responsibilities and obligations as a father, and I have only added infinite sorrow and sorrow to you, and I am not worthy to be your father.

In the past few years, you have suffered so many grievances and humiliations, and you have solved the problems yourself, I have not given you warmth and help, and I am ashamed to be your father.

You must be full of hatred and nostalgia for me, I can understand that. Even if you slap me a few times after I get out of prison, it won't make up for the lack of love I have for you.

Son, don't miss me and worry about me, I have a good life in prison, I have a good relationship with my fellow inmates, the police take good care of me, and the national policy is very good.

I confessed my conscience and soul all the time, and I had little courage and confidence to survive. I admit that I am an extremely fragile person, and I do not have the courage and strength to die when I think of you and your elderly grandfather.

Wen, I miss you every day and night, I put your photos in my heart, and pray with my heart for your healthy growth and grandpa's happiness and health.

I began to hate your mother, and now I don't hate it at all, feelings can't be forced, and I haven't won your mother's appreciation if I don't fight for it.

If you see your mother one day, forgive her and tolerate her, she is your mother after all.

Son, listen to grandpa at home, grandpa is old, help grandpa do what he can.

Listening to the teacher at school, I was an incompetent teacher. There are very few teachers like me, most of them are very dedicated and kind-hearted, even if they give you two sentences, even if they beat you twice, it is for you.

There are very few people like me, who are full of benevolence and morality, but whose hearts are extremely absurd.

Wen'er, I have good news for you, I will be released from prison in three years, and I should thank you for giving me the courage and confidence to move forward.

I did well in prison, my superiors commuted my sentence, and when I was released from prison, I will make up for all my previous mistakes with a hundredfold love.

Wen, we must listen to the teacher's words, study hard, develop morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically, and laboriously in an all-round way, and be a useful talent to the society in the future.

I bear my guilt, and it is no wonder that no one, no one should be grateful for the blank eyes and indifference of any one to us.

……

Jia Chongwen couldn't stand it anymore, and tears burst out of his eyes, like a fountain. Tears wet the letter, sticking together one by one,

Jia Chongwen couldn't stand it anymore, he crawled on the kang and cried to his heart's content.

After crying for a long time, Jia Chongwen stood up, he opened the locked drawer, took out the letters one by one, and counted them, a full sixty-six.

It's all so thick, so heavy, it contains my father's nine years of family affection!

That night, his house was lit up all night. He read his father's letter over and over again, reciting it again and again, as if he were memorizing a text.

The picture scroll of childhood unfolds layer by layer, which is the past of a happy and tragic ending.