On March 6, the court held its first hearing on the case.

I stood on the trial seat, next to my lawyer, behind me stood a criminal policeman with a gun, facing the judge, He Qu in order to avoid suspicion, did not serve as the chief judge of the sentence, the three judges are all strangers, and have a meager personal relationship with He Qu, in order to prevent black-box operations, flirting and splitting cards.

Because the content of the case was too obscure, the trial was held in secret because it was not allowed to be observed.

Two minutes before the start of the trial, Ji Rongke and He Qu appeared at the entrance of the main entrance at the same time, each with an assistant, and sat in the front row of the auditorium in great silence.

At the end of a series of proceedings, my lawyer made a final defense, citing Western cases and making a naked rebuke and questioning of the law, mentioning that "the kiss of death between law and morality will destroy the remnants of human benevolence." Social public opinion divides the good guys and the bad guys so cruelly, the bad guys have no place to stand, the good guys can enjoy the love of all directions through only one thing, and the bad guys who are harmed by our parties are all bad guys who are extremely harmful to the society, and the law has not restrained and prevented them as soon as possible, so that they gather together to become an organization, a tumor that emits poisonous gas, if our party is not uprooted, there will be others, can we let the tumor invade the whole body. If it was one of the police who caused the vicious incident in Gaozhuang, would he have to get a medal instead of being harshly reprimanded? As for the Xinbiao Dock War, in which the two sides clashed with bullies, our parties were the key to saving this violent incident, saving the other innocent workers at the docks from being poisoned and stopping the more brutal and bloody development, I think it should be a different story. ”

He Qu's assistant didn't know if it was at He Qu's behest, he suddenly said in the auditorium, "Then is the attack on the police also considered a credit?" According to the defense lawyer's meaning, if she doesn't kill, someone else will kill her? ”

"Please keep the auditorium quiet."

The judge frowned to stop the assistant's speech, Ji Rongke did not restrain himself, his eyes showed a fierce light, "Any dog comes to fart, do you want to use this as your toilet?" Fuck your shit ass. ”

"Silence." The judge's brows frowned deeper, the assistant's face turned pale for a while, He Qu was silent, and did not start a quarrel with Ji Rongke, but just glanced at the assistant with an expressionless face, Ji Rongke crossed one leg, with an expression of a hooligan out of the mountain, and continued to look at the court.

The lawyer nodded to the trial bench as a gesture, "Our client is a pregnant woman, the pregnant woman has great mental fluctuations, she knew the deceased police officer before, which is why the deceased was defenseless to meet her, and died at the hands of a pregnant woman who had no power to attack." My client has been greatly wronged by public opinion, and I have learned through many contacts that her personality has caused her to give people the false impression that she is not easy to get along with, but I think Mr. Judge will not believe the rumors of insulting and blaspheming her as a female devil. Returning to the topic, the above two points prove that the deceased had a very harmonious private relationship with our client, and our client had no intention of doing it, it was the other party's words that angered her, and did not take into account the mood of a pregnant woman with emotional fluctuations and unstable mood, and the two parties had a dispute, so such a tragedy occurred, and our client was negligent and injured, and there was no charge of intentional shooting. ”

The judge reached out to stop the lawyer's defense, and he looked at me, "Is that so?" ”

I heard Ji Rongke's light cough from the auditorium behind me, and He Qu asked him in a low voice, "Is Mr. Ji cold?" ”

Ji Rongke said, "There is dog hair that chokes me." After he finished speaking, he added with a smile, "The dog hair seems to come from the direction of Mr. He, Mr. He is worthy of being a judge, and he also carries a body of hair to defend himself." ”

Of course, He Qu could hear that he was deliberately slandering, he didn't answer, and he couldn't say anything about Ji Rongke, who had a vicious mouth, the auditorium fell silent again, the smile on Ji Rongke's face cooled down for a moment after the words fell, and it became cold and biting, I could feel that he was staring at my back, his eyes were eager and I was anxious, as if he wanted to pierce me, I had a layer of sweat on my body, I kept my head calm and said, "That's it." ”

The judge looked through my testimony and said, "Why didn't the three testimonies mention that you were at fault due to mood swings?" ”

I looked up at him, "But I never said that I committed the murder on purpose, I only said that I killed Wei Kun on the roof, and he was shot and killed by me without resisting." Before I killed him, we talked a lot, and it was indeed in the process of talking, he angered me, and I would be irritable and uncontrollable, but I regretted it afterwards, otherwise I would not have chosen to turn myself in. ”

The judge fell silent after hearing this, the defense lawyer nodded at me quietly, and after the deputy judges looked at each other and discussed in a low voice, the presiding judge finally announced that there was a slight discrepancy in the testimony, and the trial was temporarily adjourned to announce the verdict on a later date.

On the day when the final trial results of the High People's Court were announced, Ji Rongke fell down because of long-term mental pressure and heavy work burdens, and fell into a coma in Ji's office, He Yichi received the verdict in the evening and was ready to tell him as soon as possible, but pushed open the door and found Ji Rongke lying on the table unconscious, he was scared stupid, in his memory, Ji Rongke was almost never sick except for injuries, of course, he had not worked hard until the last month, not only the abdomen and back were injured, but also mentally devastated, Feng Jin's surrender destroyed his last trace of pure land, he hated and loved this woman, resentment and pity, the intertwined feelings and inner struggle had exhausted him, he still refused to rest, still day and night, He Yichi will always remember that he asked Ji Rongke, who was working at the desk, in the early hours of that night, why did he force himself like this and refused to stop.

Ji Rongke put down the file, he raised his eyes to look at He Yichi, his eyes were bloodshot, he was so tired that he couldn't look like he looked like he was tired, he said in a hoarse voice, "She always keeps turning in front of my eyes, like dancing." ”

He Yichi's eyes were red at that time, he didn't know how to wake up Ji Rongke's nightmare, or if this nightmare would continue forever, until the sky was old and wrinkled.

Ji Rongke was sent to the hospital, and he fell into a coma on the way, He Yichi was worried that something would happen to him, so he notified He Run as soon as possible, and when she arrived at the hospital, Ji Rongke had just been sent from the emergency room to the ward for an intravenous infusion, and fell asleep groggy.

She was so frightened that she crawled on the side of the bed to hold his hand, and called his name softly, which he seemed to hear, and he didn't, and he frowned, and whispered in a trance, but never responded.

He Run asked the nurse what was wrong with him, and the nurse reported the diagnosis to her, "It's not a big deal, Mr. Ji is overworked and has some low blood sugar, just take a good rest." ”

He Run breathed a sigh of relief, after the nurse left with the medicine tray, He Yichi put the verdict on the head of the bed, he wanted to speak and stopped, only looking at Ji Rongke who was lying on the hospital bed stunned.

He Run made a basin of hot water, soaked the towel in it, wrung it half-wet and not dry, she folded it into a square and gently wiped Ji Rongke's forehead full of cold sweat, she said, "He has nightmares." ”

He Yichi hummed, isn't it a nightmare, when Ji Rongke woke up, he didn't know how to tell him the result, would he vomit blood and faint after hearing it.

He Run wanted to ask, but she was afraid that He Yichi would suspect her of ulterior motives, her eyes always swept to the verdict placed on the bedside, the paper was closed, a long and deep overprint, she licked her lips, threw the towel into the basin, washed it again, and said casually, "Is the result out?" ”

He Yichi said it, and He Run raised his eyes to look at him, "What." ”

He Yichi exhaled deeply, "Thirteen years in prison." ”

He Run was stunned, "She's pregnant." ”

"We have tried, but we have not been able to get the results of serving our sentences outside of prison. Including the birth a few months later, there will be prison guards 24 hours a day, and they will continue to serve their sentences after confinement, and everything will be in prison. ”

He Run's hand movements suddenly stagnated, the women's prison facilities in South China Province are very good, and there are also precedents of pregnant women who have been severely punished to give birth in prison, but Ji Rongke has such a big ability, how can he not save a Feng Jin.

She is too stubborn, too stubborn, and too unsure of herself.

He Run asked He Yichi tentatively, "Can't you appeal and ask for a change in sentence?" ”

"Yes, but I asked the relevant legal people, and they all think that the appeal is unlikely to change the verdict, and they will still uphold the original verdict. We can't even give instructions on the requirements for production outside of prison, so it can be seen that the above still attaches great importance to this case, and thirteen years is a very good result. ”

"That's right." He Run's eyes were a little blurred, and she stared sideways at the moonlight that spread slightly between the window and the head of the bed, thirteen years.

She sighed tactfully in her heart, thirteen years is not long, but it is not short, Feng Jin was thirty-seven years old that year.

She lowered her eyes and looked at Ji Rongke, whose face suddenly calmed down, there was a trace of wetness in the corners of his eyes, this wetness was not there just now, it was crystal reflective, and it was so muddy that it was sad.

Her brow jumped.

Thirteen years later, he was fifty-three years old.

These years are really worthless, and they are so cheap that only a piece of paper remains.

Thirteen years, four thousand seven hundred and forty-eight days, one hundred and thirty-three thousand nine hundred and fifty-two hours, countless minutes and seconds, endless days and nights, and an impenetrable love and hatred.

How can he survive it?

He had to lose weight to look like he had to stop.

Is it a pleasure for him to torture himself very much with her?

He Run sat on the edge of the bed, she pressed her body against his chest, quietly listening to his steady and gentle breathing, how hot this body was, but the temperature in his arms did not belong to herself, never to any woman in this world except her.

He Yichi turned around to leave, and she suddenly called out to him in a faint voice, "Did Rong Ke love someone else before Feng Jin?" ”

He Yichi paused, and the woman named Bai Jasmine who was also bright and gentle flashed in front of his eyes, before Feng Jin appeared, he once thought that she was the cinnabar mole on Ji Rongke's heart, the past that made his heart stagnate, and it was a love scar that he could not forget until he died, but later, when did it change.

He was no longer melancholy in the face of her, he couldn't find a trace of remembrance and hatred in his eyes, she was like a dispensable shadow, no matter how she shook in front of his eyes, he couldn't stir up the slightest ripple, he didn't want to look at her anymore, he passed by her, walking faster and faster, the more he had no attachment.

He Yichi thought about it carefully, what prompted him to change, he was so affectionate and righteous, in the days when this relationship first died, he was also so painful that he almost died, he once stood in the pouring rain and asked Cang Tian why, he once gave up his breath for her to cling to Uncle Jiu, and fought hard in South China, but he had everything, and he no longer had her in his eyes.

It's another shadow, another face.

Maybe Bai Jasmine can't compare to one ten-thousandth of Feng Jin, many years later, he has gone through the vicissitudes of the world, seen the impermanence of the world, and is willing to love a woman so deeply, and give him all his sincerity without reservation, she is the real cinnabar mole on the tip of his heart.

He Yichi said, "I have loved, but not deeply, at most it is a trace of time." ”

He Run smiled and hooked his lips, "Thank you." ”

He Run slept very soundly this time, she woke up once in the early morning, and found that she was still leaning on his arms, holding his hand.

Ji Rongke's serene face was so good-looking in her eyes, so charming, it was a scenery that nothing in the world could match, she suddenly felt that she had to thank Feng Jin, she used thirteen years to give herself a chance, to give a piece of stability, thirteen years, Feng Jin will become his past, just like the woman he once loved, with the passage of time disappeared into insignificant traces.

What could be more powerful and irresistible than time.

He Run had such a beautiful dream, a dream is a night.

The next morning she woke up in a burst of nurse shouts, she was lying on a slightly narrow hospital bed, alone and alone, she immediately noticed that Ji Rongke was gone, she sat up from the bed suddenly, the nurse asked her what about the patient, she shook her head sluggishly and in a trance, she screamed Rong Ke in fright, and the dream was shattered overnight.

He Yichi came in from outside with porridge, and when they were most flustered and at a loss, He Run cried and held his arm and told him that Rong Ke was gone, He Yichi frowned and asked when it happened, He Run said that he didn't know, she woke up at three o'clock in the morning and he was still there.

He Yichi lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, he suddenly thought that today was the day when Feng Jin was transferred to the women's prison, he immediately looked at the head of the bed, the verdict was opened, and there was still a trace of scratch in the corner.

He handed the porridge to He Run, "I know where Brother Rong is, I'll bring him back." ”

After He Yichi finished speaking, he ran outside the ward, He Run chased out a few steps, and shouted at his back to take me along, but He Yichi didn't care about it at all, he didn't hear it, his mind was full of Ji Rongke's body was still very weak, but the wind outside was a little cold.

In He Run's eager gaze, he disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

He Yichi drove non-stop to the only women's prison in South China, he didn't know how many red lights he ran along the way, until he finally drove the car to a desolate and secluded open space, he couldn't bear to unbuckle his seat belt and push the door down, the bell of the distant mountain rang quietly, a trace of empty Zen.

It rained last night, and it was pouring down in the middle of the night, and the air was suffocating.

In a piece of yellow and thin grass and trees, He Yichi finally searched for the extremely depressed back.

He stood on the damp ground, his clothes were wrinkled, like a homeless man, He Yichi saw a lot of stubble growing on his chin, he loved clean people so much, he forgot to wash his face, He Yichi had been with him for many years, he had never seen such an embarrassed Ji Rongke, how could he allow himself to be so haggard.

He suddenly felt a sour nose, he walked towards Ji Rongke, and stood behind him quietly, his eyes were fixed on the door, his voice was hoarse as if he had been coated with several layers of sand, with a trace of imperceptible regret and choking, "I didn't catch up." ”

With only these four words, He Yichi suddenly rolled down the man's tears, he clenched his fist against his lips, crying depressed and sad. The car escorting the female prisoner was still parked in a most conspicuous position, in the morning after the rain, in a thin layer of mist, several armed policemen with guns came out of the gate, entered the car in an orderly manner, and drove all the way, passing in front of Ji Rongke, who was looking forward to it, all his forbearance and quietness finally broke out and collapsed at this moment.

"Yichi, I'm less than ten seconds late."

He Yichi said with red eyes I know, this thought tortured Ji Rongke to the point that he was not human, and a drop of cloudy tears welled up from his collapsed eye sockets, He Yichi said, "There is still a chance, we can visit the prison, Brother Rong, I will accompany you, soon." ”

Ji Rongke was so depressed that he seemed to be abandoned by the whole world, he calmly raised his head, stared at the white doves flying over the sky, and didn't say a word.

In thirteen years, the ice in Antarctica has melted so much, thirteen years, he is no longer the high-spirited him, and she is no longer the delicate her, how many long years have passed.

Ji Rongke stood in place with his eyes closed, "Yichi, help me bring a word in." ”

He Yichi said yes.

He felt the pen from his pocket and wanted to write it down in the palm of his hand, but he couldn't touch it, and when he was rummaging, Ji Rongke suddenly said, "No matter how long the time is, she won't be the second white jasmine." ”