After coming to the prison to hand over the errand, Feng Le held the roast chicken in his left hand and the jar of wine in his right hand, and drove to Shen Yanping's prison door with a light car, looked at Shen Yanping lying on the ground and called softly: "Shen Yanping? Did you sleep? ”

At this time, Shen Yanping, who heard the voice, struggled to get up from the ground and sat down, looking at Feng Le outside the door with some doubts, so he asked in his somewhat weak voice: "Not yet, what are you looking for me?" ”

After he saw the wine jar in Feng Le's hand and the roast chicken wrapped in it, he seemed to understand something, although he knew that he was in a catastrophe, he still couldn't help but say to himself sadly: "Is this to send me on the road?" It's still big night..."

Listening to Shen Yanping's words, Feng Le immediately understood that it was the roast chicken and wine in his hand that made him misunderstand, and quickly explained: "No, you misunderstood." This is not a guillotine meal. ”

"Oh? Not for me? That's right, where can a death row inmate eat such a good decapitated meal? Looks like I'm thinking too much. Shen Yanping replied with a wry smile.

"No, no, this is for you, but it's not a severed head." Feng Le said and opened the door of the death row and took the roast chicken and wine inside.

If it weren't for the fact that this death row was an independent room, Feng Le really wouldn't have the courage to unlock the door of the death row without permission. If people knew about it and reported him, he would have to walk around without food.

When I stepped into death row, a faint musty smell came to my nose. Luckily, it's hot, otherwise the musty smell would have been hard to stop.

At this time, although the death row was still dirty, dilapidated, and dusty, it was at least dry. If it was in rainy and humid weather, with the situation of this death row, it is estimated that Shen Yanping's wounds would have killed him.

"What is this?"

When Feng Le, who looked at him who came in, handed him the food in his hand, Shen Yanping was completely a second monk and was at a loss.

If Shen Yanping was still a little confused just now, now he is completely awake.

If this prison messenger had come to see him off on his way, he wouldn't have asked if he had slept just now, but would have come and kicked him awake.

However, looking at the friendly attitude of this prison messenger now, Shen Yanping really couldn't figure out what the situation was.

"This is brought here for you to eat, you can eat it!" Feng Le didn't answer Shen Yanping's question, but just said softly.

"For me? Why. Although Shen Yanping didn't know what the situation was, he didn't pretentiously take the food handed over by Feng Le.

"Because it's what you earn." Feng Le replied.

"Brother Prison Mission, don't laugh, I've been locked up in prison all the time, what are you talking about earning this roast chicken and this wine?" Shen Yanping felt that he was amused by Feng Le's words, and teased unceremoniously.

"I'm a death row prisoner who was sentenced to Ling Chi, if it weren't for those dog officers who didn't pay attention to me now, I guess it would be a mess of meat on the ground. What do you mean by saying these things to deceive me? ”

As if he had found words to convince himself, Shen Yanping didn't have any worries at the moment, unceremoniously pulled out the oil paper wrapped in roast chicken, tore off a chicken leg and put it on his mouth and chewed it heavily.

In less than a few breaths, a chicken leg was gnawed clean by Shen Yanping. Looking at the scene in front of him, Feng Le couldn't help but be shocked.

"Is this still the kind of 'hero' character who sacrifices his life for righteousness in his mind? How to reincarnate like a hungry ghost. ”

In fact, it's no wonder that Shen Yanping looks ugly, his usual food is good. It's just that after being arrested, I eat clear soup and little water every day, except for white porridge steamed buns, which are white porridge steamed buns, and even pickles are rare.

Whether it is the consumption of the body or the healing of wounds, it takes a lot of energy, so Shen Yanping is naturally like a hungry ghost reincarnated when he sees meat now.

After a flash of effort, I saw Shen Yanping gnaw the two chicken legs of the roast chicken, and after eating, he didn't forget to sip the oil on the chicken bones. Feng Le looked at his head full of black lines.

At this moment, I saw Shen Yanping open the lid of the wine jar, and after taking a sip, he wrapped the roast chicken.

"What? Don't eat it anymore? Seeing this, Feng Le asked curiously.

"If you don't eat, you won't be hungry for a long time. Give this chicken back to you! Shen Yanping looked at Feng Le and replied indifferently.

"I don't understand what I say. The chicken is left for you to eat, and you can eat it by tomorrow morning. Otherwise, if someone else finds out, I'll be in trouble! Feng Le said.

"Okay, then I'll keep it and eat it when I'm hungry. It's chicken and wine, what the hell is going on? Shen Yanping did not refuse Feng Le, but was curious about what Feng Le's purpose was.

"I said, it's what you earn, it's what you earn, what to lie to you." Feng Le replied.

"Then you'll have to let me know how I earn it! I didn't know that I had such a skill, and I could still earn money for roast chicken and wine while in prison. Shen Yanping laughed.

Seeing Shen Yanping talking eloquently, Feng Le suddenly felt that he was not half a little worse than him.

In such an environment, you can still look like nothing happened. It's really impressive.

"Do you remember the song you sang in prison?" Feng Le said.

"What?" Shen Yanping asked.

So, Feng Le had no choice but to hum a few words at Shen Yanping as Yan Hongzang sang.

"You mean this song! How did it make the money for the chicken and wine? Hearing Feng Le's singing, Shen Yanping's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked.

"I brought it to Piaoxiang Building, and it was valued by the shopkeeper and others, in exchange." Feng Le said.

"Oh, I see." Shen Yanping's heart was a little relieved.

"You made it?" Feng Le asked.

"It's not." Shen Yanping hurriedly replied.

"You're a thief!"

"It's not either..."

"You're like this, doesn't it matter what?" Feng Le smiled and said.

"yes!" Shen Yanping replied with a wry smile.

"I'm not afraid to talk to you, I like this song very much, it's very touching to listen to. Do you say, can the person who wrote this song really be able to carry up the burden, move forward without regret or complaint, as he wrote? Feng Le asked.

"Absolutely." Shen Yanping replied firmly.

Because Shen Yanping heard that this song was composed by King Han, and King Han was all his hope.

"And what about the people who sing this song?"

"Yes, I can."

"In the past few days, there have been rumors in the city that the thieves are coming. The government said that those thieves were a group of thieves who burned, killed, looted, and did all kinds of evil. What kind of people do you think those thieves are? Feng Le asked in a low voice.

"A lovely bunch of people." Shen Yanping smiled lightly at what Feng Le said about burning, killing and looting, and then said seriously.

"Lovely people?" Feng Le was a little confused.

"Let's put it this way! It's a group of people who can be loved. ”

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