Ye Hanmei replied with a smile: "I can only be called a pig! I eat and sleep every day, sleep and eat, and I have a nightmare in this life, how can I have troubles?"

Su Wenzhe shook his head and denied: "That's not necessarily, I think pigs also have troubles." ”

Ye Han glanced at his eyes and said in a suspicious tone, "Oh?"

Su Wenzhe said slowly: "Pigs are afraid that their owners will not give them food every day, and they are also worried that they will be killed one day and become the meat in the belly of their masters, I think this is their biggest trouble." ”

Ye Han nodded and smiled, but did not speak.

The moonlight was on his smiling face, but it looked a little melancholy and poignant, but it still couldn't hide his handsomeness - a handsome man, with a glance and a smile, was always so tasteful.

Su Wenzhe had already gotten out of bed and whispered to him: "In a prison without mobile phones and computers, there is only one way to solve this kind of sorrow, follow me!"

Ye Han was very curious, so he also got out of bed and followed his footsteps to the bathroom.

When he arrived at the bathroom, Ye Han praised in a lost voice: "I didn't expect you to have some quality." ”

Su Wenzhe asked, "What quality?"

Ye Han's eyes pointed to the group of prisoners who were sleeping soundly outside the toilet, and replied, "Didn't you bring me here because you didn't want the noise of the two of us to wake them up?"

"I'm not as noble as you think. I don't care about their lives at all, let alone worry about waking them up. I just hope that our conversation will not be overheard by them, because I don't want to confide in people who don't understand me. Su Wenzhe shook his head and denied it.

Although he kept saying how ruthless he was, he didn't know that when a person found out that he was ruthless, he must have started to have some kind of emotion. Just like when a person finds out that he is stupid, then he must start to slowly become smarter.

Ye Han was once again interested in what he said, and asked, "You are a killer, and you still have inner words?"

Su Wenzhe didn't answer, but bent down and uncovered a pale green square tile under his feet.

Under the palm-sized tiles, a box of Chinese brand cigarettes and a golden zippo lighter are hidden.

The Zippo lighter is the favorite of people who love cigarettes, but Ye Han doesn't know too much, he only knows that this broken thing is very expensive, and the gold-plated one is even more expensive.

"Where did you get this cigarette?" Ye Han asked in a lost voice.

"I got it from the young prison guard who had just graduated, and I told him to give me a pack every week, or I would tie him to death by the neck at lunchtime until he suffocated to death, and he knew that I could do such a thing, so he would secretly bring me a bag every week. ”

After Su Wenzhe finished speaking, he pecked out one from the cigarette case with his index finger and thumb and handed it to Ye Han.

Ye Han refused: "I never smoke!"

Su Wenzhe's hand handing over the cigarette did not retract it, but his lips moved, and he said slowly: "Sometimes, a cigarette can relieve a lot of troubles, just like wine." Don't you drink too?"

Ye Han shook his head and replied, "Of course I drink wine, and sometimes I often get drunk. ”

Su Wenzhe blinked his eyes and said, "Drinking and smoking are both harmful to the body, since you have already drunk, then why don't you take my cigarette." I only have cigarettes here, and I've only given you one. It's just a pity that I can't hide wine here, otherwise I would have shared a glass with you!"

Ye Han stared at Su Wenzhe like a monster, and then could only pretend to take the cigarette happily.

As a doctor, he certainly knows that drinking and smoking hurts his body, but sometimes he still has to do it - this is probably one of the greatest sorrows of mankind.

Su Wenzhe lit a fire for him, and then took one in his mouth, and continued it for himself in a handsome posture.

The posture of the old cigarette gun is always so flavorful!

Ye Han took a deep breath, and then spit it out, the clouds were full of smoke, he was like a person in the clouds, mysterious and unpredictable.

Then, Ye Han gently covered his mouth and coughed, and said embarrassedly: "This smoke is too rushed!"

Su Wenzhe couldn't help but sneer: "It seems that you really never smoke, I'm really lucky to be able to break the place where you don't smoke." Everyone will inevitably choke on the first cigarette, so just get used to it. ”

Subsequently, he taught Ye Han how to smoke correctly, Ye Han learned very quickly, and after a few puffs, he no longer felt that the smoke was too strong.

Ye Han learned to smoke!

Moreover, it was a bloodthirsty killer who taught him! I guess he didn't even think of it!

This cigarette doesn't know what kind of peculiar love between men is.

He took another deep breath, and then some of the smoke flowed into his lungs, and some of it went up to his brain, and then it was absorbed by the tissues, moistening his nerves, and his tense nerves were gradually soothed, and he felt very relaxed and happy.

Smoke, sometimes, does have the effect of alcohol.

Especially during this period of anxiety and depression, there are not many ways to relieve this distress without a mobile phone or computer at hand.

Ye Han looked at the small spark on the cigarette butt, as if he saw the magma in the extinct volcano that was about to burst out of Su Wenzhe's heart, and said with a smile: "Unexpectedly, you killer is indeed not too cold!"

Su Wenzhe's face changed slightly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be very numb and unhappy, but he didn't speak.

When Ye Han saw his expression, he felt regretful for saying this.

Because a killer must be cold and ruthless, otherwise he is not worthy of being a real killer!

And Su Wenzhe's heart must be very painful now, if he can't be a killer, what can he do?

From childhood to adulthood, he can only kill people, and if he wants to have another life, how much torture must he go through to change?

No one could know, and neither did Ye Han.

That kind of transformation is as difficult to achieve as if Ye Han sees a patient and does not save him.

After being silent for a long time, Su Wenzhe suddenly smiled: "Probably because my hand can no longer kill people, so I can see clearly that there is still friendship in this world." ”

Ye Han stared at Su Wenzhe's hand, and in the dim light, the skin color of that hand was not the same as that of other places.

This unusual hand, I don't know how much blood it has been stained with and how many lives it has taken.

However, Ye Han felt relieved and said, "This may be the best." ”

Su Wenzhe shook his head: "I don't think it's good at all!"

Of course, Ye Han understood why he was not good, but he changed the subject and asked, "So, you will definitely find a way to cure this hand?"

Su Wenzhe nodded and said firmly: "Not bad!"

Ye Han sighed faintly and said, "Even if I don't help you heal, you will find another doctor." ”

Su Wenzhe was silent, but his silence must represent acquiescence.

Ye Han sighed again and said lightly: "I can heal your hand, but you also have to promise me one condition!"

Su Wenzhe's eyes seemed to flash with tears of hope, but in the end they dimmed again, and he said resolutely: "No one has ever dared to negotiate terms with me, I only talk about deals, only about money." ”

But he didn't wait for Ye Han to speak, and continued: "But you, I can make an exception once!"

Ye Han felt flattered, and smiled suspiciously: "Why?"

Su Wenzhe's eyes fluttered, and he said, "Because I already regard you as my friend." ”

Ye Han felt flattered again, there were too many things that flattered him today, and he couldn't help asking, "Are you a killer or make friends?"

Su Wenzhe's body was measured at 90 degrees, his eyes looked at the fly on the bathroom wall, and replied: "The friend made by the killer must be an extraordinary person, otherwise, just like this fly, he is not worthy of being my friend!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the palm of his left hand had already swatted the fly on the wall to death, and from the sad and pitiful corpse of the fly, the blood of someone in the cell burst out.

Ye Han knew that people who couldn't be his friends might one day be like this fly and be slapped to death by him with one palm.

He sighed long and nodded, "Okay, my condition is that if you come out and your hand is healed, no matter which boss you go with and what the boss wants you to do, you can't kill me and the people close to me." ”

Su Wenzhe's face became flat, and he asked in a voiceless voice, "Are you afraid?"

Ye Han nodded resolutely and said, "I'm afraid!"

Su Wenzhe didn't speak again, and there was a hint of worship in his eyes.

In this noisy and drunken metropolis, any man with backbone will never bow his head to anyone, or tell others what he is afraid of, but Ye Han doesn't care at all, Su Wenzhe feels that this man has a lot of personality.

After a moment of silence, he promised, "Okay, I promise you!"

But Su Wenzhe immediately asked, "Aren't you afraid that I will break my promise?"

Ye Han shook his head and said very confidently: "If you break your promise, then there will be no real men in this society!"

A real man, Su Wenzhe was also flattered by these five words, and he even felt that he had the blood of a real man flowing in his bones.

He smiled and lit another cigarette for Ye Han.

Early the next morning, Hu Lingxi went to class again.

But she always felt that she was a little unaccustomed to Ye Han's company.

Although she and Ye Han have only known each other for two days, in the past two days, Hu Lingxi seems to have completely embraced him and integrated him into a part of his life.

But Ye Han was in prison, but she couldn't do anything but wait.

Wait for Su Mo to rescue Ye Han!

Waiting for nothing is always painful for any person.

The sun is drifting away from the horizon, and the last rays of the morning sun have dissipated.

The residents of Zhichuan Town have already begun to get busy, farmers in the fields, farmers picking vegetables, owners of shops, and children going to school.

Hu Xiang also woke up from his sleep.

But as soon as he woke up, he was about to open, but suddenly received a phone call.

The call came at the right time, as if he knew when Hu Xiang would get up.

Who is the harassment that comes early in the morning?

Father Hu took the phone and said in a rough and deep voice, "Hey!"

"Hey, hurry up and send another bag of money to Lao Tzu today!"