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The soft refill is held in the hand, and you have to use three fingers to clamp the pen tip firmly in order to write a complete Chinese character crookedly. Liu Xinghao wrote this "Questionnaire on the Basic Situation of Prisoners' Families" for a while before finishing it.

"I'm done writing, please instruct. Liu Xinghao presented the form with expectant hands, and he was finally able to talk to his family on the phone, and his heart was very excited.

"Hmm. Yue Guan took the watch, looked at it carefully, his brows gradually wrinkled again, and he secretly said in his heart: "This family named Liu Xinghao has a pair of parents who have retired, and there is no wife or anything, seeing that the place where I live is still an old bungalow, I will go, there is no oil and water at all!"

If a prisoner has some family background, he will naturally try his best to get you something that can be consumed, for example: bring you some liquor in a mineral water bottle, and bring you some fried lo-mei takeout every once in a while. Anyway, as long as you have money and are willing to spend, then when you see Yue Xue's face, it must be a smile.

But if your family background is average and you can't afford to spend, then I'm sorry, let alone give you a smile, it's hard to say if you can see his face.

"Your parents are so old, will they still care about you?" Yue Guan raised his eyes and glanced at Liu Xinghao, and lost interest in this kid who had no oil and water on his body in an instant.

"Yes, my parents are just a son like me, they will definitely take care of me!"

"Okay, okay. Yue Jian slipped the telephone next to him and began to dial the number. "You're going to have three minutes, you're going to have three minutes! I've made it clear to them, they can only take this number, they can't call me, do you understand?"

Liu Xinghao nodded like pounding garlic, as long as he can call home, three minutes will be three minutes.

The phone to my mother rang several times in succession, but no one answered.

Yue Discipline's face gradually darkened a little with the unanswered prompt, and he asked, "The number is not wrong, right?"

"Yes, yes, I can't be wrong about my mother's number. Liu Xinghao was as anxious as he listened to the busy sound.

"Then try beating your dad again. Yue Disciplined dialed another number, but this time it didn't ring a few times before it was picked up.

"Hey, who's who?" came my father's voice on the other end of the phone, which sounded a lot older.

"Dad! It's me, I'm Xinghao! I'll call you here in Yue Jiao!" Liu Xinghao hurriedly picked up the microphone, he hadn't spoken to his family for a long time, he had mixed feelings at this time, his brain was blank, and he didn't know what to say.

"Ahh He hurriedly asked, "How are you inside? Is there enough food to eat? Has anyone tortured you?"

This time Liu Xinghao was imprisoned, the blow to the old man was undoubtedly huge, his hair was almost white overnight, his waist couldn't stand upright, his legs and feet were not completely thorough, and he needed to use crutches to walk, so he could only rest slowly at home.

"Dad, I'm very good inside, there are eggs and meat for three meals a day, and no one beats me, and the discipline here is also good to me, and it gave me the opportunity to call. Liu Xinghao deliberately complimented Yue Jiao, and the expression on his face seemed to be quite useful.

Hearing his son say this, Liu Tianming's heart was a little relieved. In the minds of the older generation, the stereotyped impression of prison is the torture of those Japanese devils in movies and TV series. What chili water, tiger chairs, red-hot soldering irons, leather whips dipped in water, etc., etc...... It's scary to think about.

"Dad, is it okay at home? Why did my mother go? Why didn't you answer the phone?" Liu Xinghao heard that there was no mother's voice on the phone, and faintly felt a little strange.

"Ah, your mother...... She...... She went out to buy groceries, maybe she didn't have her mobile phone. Liu Tianming suddenly spit out when he spoke, as if he wanted to hide something.

At this time, Yue Jiao on the side pointed to the watch on his wrist and urged Liu Xinghao: "Pay attention to the time! It's been more than a minute!"

After only three minutes in total, Liu Xinghao didn't dare to waste it on family chores, and hurriedly told his father: "Dad, I am in the third ward of the Seventh Prison, and I give a visit on the third Sunday of every month. Can you and my mom come and see me? I miss you so much. ”

"Okay, okay, every third Sunday of the month, right? I'll go to see you with your mother! Son, you have to be good in there, don't poke any more baskets. It is necessary to actively cooperate with the government and strive to come out as soon as possible. Do you know?" Liu Tianming explained to his son in a serious tone.

After Liu Xinghao was taken into custody in prison, he asked someone to inquire about whether he was being detained in the No. 7 Prison. But he was still at a loss as to when the family would be allowed to visit in the Seventh Prison. Fortunately, with this call, I finally know the specific time.

"Dad, when you come, can you ...... Can you bring me some money? I need to spend my own money to buy daily necessities here......" Liu Xinghao thought that a dignified seven-foot man in his twenties still had to reach out to his father to ask for money, and his face was blushing for a while.

"Son, you don't have to worry about money, the family's house has been sold to the demolition office, and the balance will be paid to our family's account in a few days. ”

"What? The family's house was sold to the demolition and relocation office, so where do you live now?" Liu Xinghao never thought that the family's old house would not be kept after all.

The speaker of this matter has no intention, but the listener has the intention. As soon as Yue Jiao, who was sitting on the side, heard the word "demolition," his ears immediately turned up, and his eyes were purring! He thought to himself: "Hehe, I didn't expect this kid to be not amazing, but he is still a demolition household!

When the three minutes came, Liu Xinghao put down the phone unsatisfied. In fact, there are many things he wants to say, he wants to tell his father everything he has experienced here, and he wants to know what has happened in the outside world for so many days, but time obviously does not allow it.

"Well, the call is over, let's go back to the warehouse. Yue Guan grabbed the hat on the table and buckled it on his head, opened the office door by himself, and motioned for Liu Xinghao to follow him.