It was a river that stretched among the green hills.

In the rainy season, the river is turbulent and crashing, but against the backdrop of the cramped green hills on both sides, it is just a murky trickle.

Like the snot of an old man, it smells rotten and fishy.

This is the first impression of the Minjiang River, but this impression does not originate from the Minjiang itself, but because of some buildings around the Minjiang River.

When you look up, you can see the grid that stretches across the sky and the towering concrete façade, and when you walk up to it, the only thought is awe.

This is Minjiang No. 1 Prison, which holds more than 95 percent of the province's felons, most of whom will never be able to breathe free air again in their lifetimes.

However, Yan Guiqiu is different from those people, because he is lucky that he belongs to the remaining five percent.

He was a thief, a habitual thief to be precise, and it was common for him to go in and out of the detention center, but it was the first time he had been imprisoned in Minjiang No. 1 Prison.

To be honest, he has good skills, and he is never greedy for stealing, but this time he was caught purely out of bad luck, when he jumped on the air conditioner in order to avoid the owner who was returning home temporarily, but accidentally fell from the fifth floor, fortunately only broke a leg.

But the judge probably thought that this would not kill him, so he simply sentenced him to a maximum sentence and let him "recuperate" in prison.

Today is Yan Guiqiu's 350th day in Prison No. 1, which means that he will be released from prison in less than a week.

Probably too excited, he ate a little too much at noon, didn't fall asleep during the afternoon nap, and dragged that not-so-good leg on the playground in the afternoon.

The most ferocious thorn in the entire prison is on the side of the parallel bars in the northeast corner, and the second most difficult black boss is at the root of the wall in the southwest corner. For a prisoner of his level, he must be low-key and cautious, and it is best not to attract attention like a black mouse.

Around the 10th minute, there was a little commotion in the northeast corner.

Two prison guards appeared on the side of the parallel bars in the northeast corner, as if talking to the thorns.

Yan Guiqiu looked at it for a while, as if he was walking in the opposite direction.

He lowered his head, his leg twitched, and when he looked up again, he suddenly realized that there seemed to be someone missing from the southwest corner wall.

The Black Boss is gone......

Thinking of this, Yan Guiqiu turned his head suddenly, only to see that the parallel bars in the northeast corner were as empty.

Yan Guiqiu always felt bad, the two bigwigs were taken away at the same time for no reason, which was not a good thing, and at this moment, Yan Guiqiu felt someone pat him on the shoulder.

He looked back and saw someone standing behind him.

The uniform is straight and the gaze is cold.

It was a face he had never seen before.

……

The more people, the quieter it is sometimes.

The subway cars were full of people, office workers and students after school were huddled together, and the air smelled of egg waffles, leather and resin seats, mixed with the smell of stuffy stuffiness.

The carriage looked like it had just been crushed by some blockbuster news, there was a dead silence, no one spoke, and everyone was looking down at their phones.

The sound of the wall-mounted TV is turned down so low that in the carriage, you can only hear the muffled sound of the wheels crashing against the rails.

The girl in the Fengjing school uniform was squeezed into the corner by a group of office workers, and she shrank back between the door and the seat.

Although they went on the subway together, her classmates were far away from her, after all, no one wanted to go to and from school with a student who had "committed an accident".

The girl's face was pressed against the unopened door, and outside the window was the dark subway tunnel, she closed her eyes and slept lightly, her short black hair was cut very thin, and she looked more like a cold teenager, but she was indeed a girl.

The silence and repression continued.

The subway passed through a dark tunnel, and shiny billboards finally appeared on both sides, and the girl's white jade face was marked with various colors.

Maybe it's because of the bright lights, or maybe it's because the train finally stops, and the exchange of people up and down brings a touch of moving air to the stuffy subway car.

The carriage, which had been quiet for a long time, was in a commotion again.

There is no reason for the commotion, it only comes from every person who is disturbed.

The high school students caught in the aisle began to talk, their voices lowered, exchanging messages from their phone screens and whispering to each other.

You don't even have to listen, just by looking at that look on their faces, you know what they're talking about.

"If you were asked to vote, where would you vote?" The high school girl with a ponytail finally finished scrolling through Weibo, she pulled the handrail and asked the other person next to her.

"I'll rely on you to be quiet, and you're like this, don't ask me first."

"I'll just ask you, then I think the most correct thing to do is to abstain." With the gradually noisy atmosphere of the carriage, the girl's voice gradually increased, "It would be nice if everyone abstained." ”

Another lowered his voice and said, "If you don't vote, you put the choice in the hands of the pervert, that's what the man said." ”

"Do you just listen to what he said, do you really want to vote, you make a choice to kill people indirectly, and no one is qualified to decide the lives of others." The schoolgirl's voice was amplified again, and she said impassionedly.

It was as if someone had pulled the handbrake on the noisy atmosphere of the carriage, and the surroundings were quiet for a moment.

The passengers around pretended to be busy with their own business, but they all seemed to be sneaking a glimpse at the girl who was speaking. Perhaps feeling the attention of the people around her, the female student was more courageous, and she continued to preach: "This is a moral game, he just wants us to kill each other, this is not a solution at all, since there is no solution, then we don't do anything and make mistakes, this is the best choice!" ”

In the sweltering and oppressive subway space, the words of the female students are loud.

Everyone in the subway who heard this sentence had such and such thoughts, but no one would discuss morality and law with a little girl on the subway, because it had nothing to do with them.

So the only one who will refute the little girl is the little girl, the little girl who is full of spirit and is very sharp.

The next moment, someone opened in the corner between the seat and the door.

"That's not right," she said. ”

The voice was flat but cool, and the passengers subconsciously followed the voice, but only saw a thin girl pressed in the corner.

The girl's hair is very short, her eyes are amber, and when she squints her eyes slightly and picks up the corners of her lips, you just think she is smiling, which makes you feel good.

The ponytail girl who was named and criticized pursed her lips, as if she had received a great insult: "Fang Aizi! ”

"Hey, it's me." Fang Aizi straightened up as he spoke, and put the backpack lazily attached to the crook of his arm back on his back.

The ponytail girl snorted, as if she felt that there was a conspiracy or something else, so she mixed it up and said coldly: "What you were talking about just now, I didn't hear clearly!" ”

"I said you're not right." Fang Aizi repeated.

"What's wrong with me."

"You're not qualified."

"Why do you say I'm not qualified!" The ponytail girl was still angry, "Everyone has the freedom to express their opinions, why don't you let me speak!" ”

"Because, not everyone has the qualifications to ask someone to stop and listen to what he has to say." Fang Aizi paused and said calmly, "At least you don't." ”

"You seem to have said it, what kind of bad girl are you who have been in a juvenile detention center!"

"Of course I didn't." Fang Aizi found Fang Aizi bored by the little girl's quarrel, she said, "But I think that if she makes a choice, it is her choice, and you can't accuse others of indirect murder just because this matter is not your heart." Fang Aizi paused and said, "Murder is a very serious crime. ”

"You are so reasonable, then what do you say we should do in the current situation!" The ponytail girl gritted her teeth and asked again.

The radio clanged, and the train was about to enter the station, sounding like a knock on all dull and oppressive hearts.

Everyone looked at the girl again, but this time, instead of gossip and curiosity, they really wanted to hear something useful from that mouth.

However, they were disappointed.

The girl frowned in contemplation, and finally she shook her head and said earnestly, "I don't know. ”

"It's not like you don't know!" The ponytail girl raised an eyebrow and scolded.

Fang Aizi didn't say anything more.

The desire for answers was frustrated, and the passengers' mood became dull and sad again.

They are just ordinary people.

Ordinary people like them have ordinary relatives, friends, teachers, and they have one or another ordinary concern with this city or that city, so they are not even as good as a strong-willed high school girl, and when they have to make a decision, they really don't know how to choose.

The dilemma of making a choice tormented everyone, the air froze again, but the windows finally lit up.

The train stopped, the guardrail opened, the doors opened, and the short-haired girl slowly walked off the train with her schoolbag on her back and followed the dull flow of people.

But suddenly, as if she thought of something, she didn't look back, she didn't look at anyone anymore, she just looked up at the old lamps on the old subway station, and said, "But I think someone will always know what to do." ”

The girl's voice was as clear as water, and the TV screen lit up slowly in the not-so-bright underground space.

The female anchor of Yongchuan Satellite TV sat quietly in front of the anchor desk, and slowly pulled out an ordinary letter paper with the Hongjing City Bureau's letterhead from an old-fashioned kraft envelope.

She looked down at the letter, then raised her head, her lips opened lightly, and said calmly: "Hello, Zhan Xinjia." 166 Reading Network