"Mrs. Zhou!" Ms. Zhu helped in time.

Chang An was a little dizzy.

"I'm sorry. ”

"You don't look good. ”

"Maybe the air conditioner was turned on too low yesterday, and I had a cold. ”

Ms. Zhu didn't ask too much, and glanced at her watch: "I have something to do in the morning, so I can't accompany you here, and you need to find a way to go back to the city by yourself after this is over." ”

Chang An is already grateful.

"Yes, I'm fine, but I was going to treat you to a meal. After all, the other party helped her so much, and Chang An didn't like to owe favors to others.

Ms. Zhu tapped her on the shoulder.

"Lao Zhang and I are college classmates, so we don't need to eat, it's just a gesture!" After finishing it, he raised his hand and beckoned a small prison guard next to him, "Xiao Li, help me take care of it." ”

The prison guard known as Xiao Li was the one who took Chang An through the formalities, a small man, with a flat haircut, and looked very honest.

"Okay, Sister Zhu, don't worry!"

Ms. Zhu said hello to the rest of the people again and left.

Xiao Li came over to Chang An, "Mrs. Zhou, can you go?"

Chang An was helpless, and was shouted "Mrs. Zhou" all the way in, which was really unaccustomed.

"Call me Xiaochang, right?"

"Huh?"

"My surname is Chang, and I am usually Chang. ”

Prison guard Xiao Li realized that Chang An was introducing himself, and scratched his head shyly.

"Okay, Miss Chang!"

"......" Chang An smiled helplessly, "Let's go, lead the way." ”

……

The visitation room was a large room, in the shape of a long strip, and there was a long glass window, and in front of each window were chairs and telephone receivers.

Today happens to be an open day for visits, so there are already a lot of relatives sitting there in twos and threes.

Xiao Li took Chang An to one of the windows and sat down.

"Someone will be brought over in a moment, you wait a minute!"

Chang An thanked him and sat upright with his back straight.

Her expression should look extremely calm, even stable, but God knows how nervous she is, that tension is not simply fear or worry, but more like a kind of rope, invisibly strangling her neck, as time goes by, the rope tightens more and more, and she gradually becomes a little breathless.

Who can understand her mood at this time?

Where did she get the courage, where did she get the guts to sit here?

"Oh my God, Chang'an, are you crazy, aren't you? Why are you here, why are you facing these realities and fate?"

She tortured herself in her mind, her fingers twisting together on her knees.

"Miss Chang, Miss Chang?"

"Huh?" she looked up in a slight trance.

Xiao Li stood beside him and asked with a smile, "Are you nervous?"

Chang An was stunned, "Is it so obvious?"

"Of course, your face is white, your forehead is sweating, and you see you're about to break your fingers, hehe, it's the first time you've come to this kind of place, right?" Xiao Li seemed to be doing a homely job.

Chang An breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, for the first time." ”

"That's normal, I've been on duty here for almost two years, and the first time I came here was like you, but it's good to see you twice, you take it yourself slowly. ”

Xiao Li is quite enthusiastic, and he also takes care of Chang An in addition to doing things.

Chang An pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Thank you!"

Finally, there was movement inside, people talking, and footsteps.

"It's out. Xiao Li reminded that the person had taken the initiative to retreat to the corner.

Chang An turned around, and the prison guard really brought the person out, unhandcuffed him at the door, and took the person to the chair and sat down with both sides.

Chang Anmu looked at the glass in a daze, the hair of the people inside was all gray and thin, the elegant style he saw before was gone, and now he was sitting on the chair just an old and decadent old man.

Sun Zhengdao didn't wear glasses, and he needed to squint slightly to barely see the people here.

Chang An watched him pick up the microphone, waited for a few seconds, and probably realized that there was no response from her side, so he raised his finger and tapped on the glass.

Chang An only saw his mouth open and closed, he should be talking about something, but he couldn't hear it through the glass, and there was just a buzzing in his ears.

It was not quiet in the visiting room, there were people sitting in front of dozens of windows, men and women, old and young, a layer of glass separated the two completely closed worlds, some people were crying, some were laughing, and some were whispering about family life and thoughts.

There are all kinds of beings here, Chang An doesn't know their stories, what crimes they have committed, and how many springs and autumns they will spend here, but the only thing that is certain is that everyone has the same misfortune.

"Knock knock..." The glass was knocked again, and Sun Zhengdao inside pointed to the microphone to compete, meaning that she should carry the microphone first.

Chang An mechanically picked up the microphone and put it to his ear, first there was a squeak, it should be a murmur, and then he heard a cough, Sun Zhengdao coughed for a while with his fist over there, and it took a long time to ease up, carrying the microphone and asking: "Are you..."

Maybe it was because he coughed too much, or maybe because he was weak, the voice on the other side of the microphone was a little shaky.

Chang An's fingers instantly twisted together again.

She had already typed a lot of drafts on the way here, what to say, what to ask, and she had silently recited it many times in her heart in a clear manner, for fear that she would be out of proportion when she saw it with her own eyes, but the reality was far more difficult to adapt to than she imagined.

She kept swallowing her breath, trying to get some sound back, but it didn't work.

"Oh, I remember, you're... You are Xue Bing's daughter. ”

Chang An felt as if his throat had been choked, and he couldn't breathe and suffocated in pain.

It turned out that Sun Zhengdao didn't know the relationship between the two, and Xue Bing should never have mentioned it to him before his death, that is to say, after so many years, Sun Zhengdao never knew that he had a daughter in this world.

Although Chang An had expected this to be the case before he came, he was still a little nervous when he heard it with his own ears.

"Yes, uncle..." The last two words trembled too much when they were spit out, and Chang An lowered his head and breathed a sigh of relief to ensure that tears did not come out.

Sun Zhengdao smiled inside: "No wonder, the prison guards inside informed me this morning, saying that someone came to see me, I asked who it was, and said that it was the daughter of the deceased......

"The deceased's daughter" is the information Chang An filled in on the visitation procedures.

Sun Zhengdao coughed twice, and his face became even more ugly. "I didn't expect it to be you..."

Chang An lowered his head, "Yes, it's me..."

"Do you want to ask why I want to involve Xue Bing's matter?"

He found a very reasonable excuse for Chang An, Chang An raised his head and stared at the people inside for a while, "You, think so?"

"Otherwise, I can't think of any reason why you can come all the way from Yunling to see me. ”

Yes, they have only met twice hastily, and they don't even know each other, so what position do they have to visit?

"Yes, I just came to ask you face to face, did my mother have a grudge against you when she was alive, and why did you still involve her after she has been gone for so many years!"

Sun Zhengdao laughed twice, and after laughing, he began to cough violently.

The microphone has the effect of amplifying the sound, and the heart-rending cough knocks on Chang An's ear.

"Uncle..."She wanted to ask, "Are you feeling unwell", but Sun Zhengdao raised his hand and wiped his nose.

"You think... Do you think that if I don't tell her about the money she took before her death, she will be fine? It's useless, the cycle of heavenly reason, tried and tested, she should have had an accident more than ten years ago, but she swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills and ended herself, ruthlessness is really ruthless, but what is the result? I want to go to hell, naturally I will drag her with me, including your father..."Sun Zhengdao said that he coughed like he was about to run out of breath because of his emotion.

The prison guards next to him looked worried, and one of them wanted to help him, but he raised his hand to block it.

"And you go back and tell Chang Wangde, I was planted, but he thought he could stay out of it? No one did anything less to lack virtue back then, otherwise what did he mean by raising Chen Zhichang's son? Isn't it because of the things of the year that his conscience is disturbed?"

Chang An gradually couldn't understand.

"What?"

"Chang Wangde hasn't told you anything all these years?"

"Say what?"

"Sure enough...... He really didn't have the face to say. ”

"I don't understand what you mean!"

"I don't understand normal, you can ask your father in person when you go back, he has raised a son for Chen Zhichang for more than ten years, but in the end he is a tiger for trouble, he was able to go up properly this time, but the surname Chen reported that he was terminally ill, your father is an official fan, how can he be willing to take the initiative to remove him until he has to!"

The mood of the person on the other side of the glass became more and more abnormal, and the continuous cough caused the bruises on the forehead to burst out.

The guard grabbed his arm and tried to lift him up, but he pushed him twice and stumbled back into his chair.

"Originally, I was kept in the dark, and how could I be uprooted, but then I learned about it...... When I do a good deed, you go back and tell Chang Wangde that it was the rebel he raised who wrote an anonymous report letter, and I, Lao He, and Xue Bing, all had accidents in a line connected with Yu'an...... He thought he was kind, and he was merciful to atone for his sins, and in the end he brought it all in......"

Later, Sun Zhengdao said something, but Chang An couldn't hear a word anymore.

In front of him was Sun Zhengdao, who was shouting on the other end of the glass, his lips were purple because of the violent cough, and his face was hideous because of excitement and excitement, he held the microphone and knocked on the glass.

Chang An's ears buzzed, followed by the sound of dong dong.

Sun Zhengdao was still struggling to slap the table, probably unwillingly, his fists were clenched, and the prison guards probably didn't expect him to suddenly lose control, four or five people pounced together, pressing the head of the head, buckling the shoulders, until Sun Zhengdao was completely suppressed on the table, twisted his arms with his backhand, put the handcuffs back on, and then stood on both sides, pulled the person up from the chair, and dragged him to the next door.

Chang An watched what was happening on the other side of the glass, as if he was playing a silent movie, until Sun Zhengdao was dragged through the door, and only a busy sound was left in the microphone......

Is it all over? Or is it just beginning?