My Days with Condemned Prisoners ( 8 )

I was amused in my heart, and thought to myself, if you offer me a cabbage, you can't let me fry you a plate of meat.

I did not say to him as my heart thought, but I said to him:

"My writing skills are very poor, you see if this will work, I will record it for you first, and then ask the cadres to take it out and then ask someone with a high level to polish your pen and write a classic biography."

Mr. Yang was noncommittal.

Over the next few days, I made some notes on and off for him. Later, Mr. Yang simply stopped talking. One day he said to me:

"What you write can't work, I'm going to find a cadre to transfer a highly educated person to our account and help me write a memoir. Writing a memoir was one of my greatest wishes before I died. ”

When he said this, I was filled with longing, and immediately greeted him and said:

"Yes, yes. You have to write this kind of thing to a high-level person, and you should report it to the cadres as soon as possible. You are very special now, the cadres are asking for you, and the cadres will definitely agree to your request. ”

In this way, a person named Wangping was transferred from other numbers, very young, in his early twenties, and very energetic, and he was transferred to write a memoir for Yang Dayuan.

The special writer was transferred, and the spiritual head of Yang Dayuan also came, and for several days, when we were all in the wind field, he and Wangping were in the house to write his memoirs. Others were barred from entering the prison.

In the first few days, Yang Dayuan and Wangping were very interested. At the end of the day, both of them were gone. In the end, I simply didn't have to write about it.

I can't ask Mr. Yang what's going on. When Mr. Yang was not next to me, I quietly asked Wangping, and Wangping said, "I'm too tired to write boring things." ”

I'm like this, and the memoirs written by Mr. Yang disappeared.

Just after the incident when Mr. Yang wrote his memoirs, another thing happened that confused me.

On this day, the boss was called out by the cadre, and when he came back, he saw me a little evasive, and asked the boss what was the matter, the boss blushed and whined, and the boss refused to say, and I was inconvenient to ask more.

The next day, when the wind was released, we all arrived at the wind farm, and I sat in the wind field for a long time, and I didn't see the boss come out, so I went in to see what the boss was doing.

When I walked to the prison number, I saw the boss writing. When the boss saw me come in, he unconsciously covered what he was writing.

I walked into the boss, and the boss looked at me, and his face was full of embarrassment. After all, the boss is a person who has been in the rivers and lakes for decades, and it is difficult for him to hide one thing, and panic is a thing that makes people in the rivers and lakes spurn.

The boss told me shyly that he said that the cadres asked him to Tengyi what I wrote for Senior Yang, but he did not explain why I wrote what I wrote.

After listening to his words, I immediately understood in my heart that the work I had done to Yang Daren would definitely have results in the future, and the cadres wanted to take care of this result to the boss. I don't know what the relationship between the boss and the number management cadres is, but I know that to be the boss in the number, there are personal factors and external factors. I am a man of understanding, and after listening to the boss's words, I left the prison without leaving any expression and returned to the wind field.

Since the first arraignment of Mr. Yang, he has been anxiously waiting for the second arraignment, but this wait time is so long that I don't know if there is a second time, so that Mr. Yang is almost completely disappointed.

Finally, when the time for the second arraignment came, when the cadres in charge of the number came to the prison to take the officer, the officer Yang felt so excited. Before he walked out of the prison gate, many people asked him to bring cigarettes and food in, and there was too little stuff in the prison.

This arraignment took a long time.

Mr. Yang is back. His expression was steady, and he didn't bring back the mission items, and someone blamed him.

Mr. Yang said: "They brought a lot of things, including chicken thighs and beef, and I talked to them while eating, and I wanted to bring some in, but they wouldn't let them." ”

What Yang said let everyone blow. I looked at the corners of Mr. Yang's mouth, and the corners of his mouth were still shiny. I believe what he says.

Mr. Yang said that the people from the Public Security Bureau also asked him to provide some more things, and many of the things he had written before had already been implemented.

That night, Mr. Yang went to bed early, meditated, and thought about thirteen more cases. Early the next morning, he dictated and the boss took notes for him. In addition to the 24 cases that Mr. Yang originally confessed, Mr. Yang confessed to 37 cases.

After handing out the things he wrote, Mr. Yang felt more at ease than before.

Mr. Yang has been loyal for a while, maybe half a month. Half a month later, no one came to him, and his heart gradually became unfaithful, after all, he had passed the review of the High Court, and his life was still in danger at any time before the judgment was changed.

While he waited anxiously for the good news, and feared death, I wrote letters to his wife, and he used them to express his hopes, and his father-in-law had a little to do, and in fact, from his eyes, I could see that he had a lot to do.

Yang Dayuan's temperament has gradually become bad, with the replacement of batches of new and old criminals, half of the new faces appeared in the prison number, Yang Dayuan can't change his inferior character, he often takes the new prisoner out of anger, and I don't know how many times he beat people, fortunately, no one returned his hand, most of them didn't dare to fight back, but some people rolled over the board Many people always have this poor spirit, but others see him as a death criminal, and they don't want to deal with him.

During the slow waiting period, Mr. Yang also had a very depressed time.

Early one morning, the gunmen went into another prison to arrest the prisoner. The condemned prisoners were dragged away and executed. The night before this morning, news came from other trumpets that he would shoot someone the next day, and that night Yang was not having a good time, he was timid, he was afraid, he suspected that he was going to be dragged out the next morning, and this night, he spent the night in anxiety and anxiety.

The next morning was his greatest fear, when the gunmen opened the door of the other condemned prisoners, and the shouting and the sound of the iron door made him sit up, and he was sweating profusely, and he got up and went under the bed.

Watching him go under the bed, the people of the prison were staring at him to see what he was going to do. He went to the prison door, stopped there, stood still, stood still for a long time.

The boss couldn't bear it, and he asked him, "What are you doing?" ”

Yang Dayuantian replied: "Gang arrested me, and they will ignore me if they are caught here." ”

He must have had a complete breakdown, and he went into a dream-eating state. We tried to persuade him a lot, and then he went back to bed. Seeing that his clothes were soaked with sweat, and maybe he was peeing his pants, we couldn't bear to look at it.

Mr. Yang's nervousness had passed by noon, and at lunch, he asked us a question:

"Do you want to eat a good meal before you shoot?"

The boss told him that he used to do it, but he didn't know if he could do it now. Mr. Yang didn't forget to eat a good meal until he died, and in my opinion, the value of his life may not be worth a good meal.

In the afternoon, when the wind was blowing, over the question of whether there was a meal to eat, Senior Yang was pulling his throat in the wind field, and he asked the prison number far away from us, the prison number that had just been shot today, and he asked if the person who was executed had a meal last night. The answer is no. Mr. Yang hung his head and looked lost.

I don't know if I am dead or alive, and Mr. Yang doesn't think much about it. In the days that followed, he had a hobby, and when he was out of the wind every day, he would chat with the female prisoner next door next door, and he talked about yellow jokes, and he liked to talk to the female prisoner. Mr. Yang said that there are two wishes in life, the upper is the mouth, and the lower is XX. Before he died, he couldn't enjoy either of them, and chatting with the female prisoner and talking about some dry words could be regarded as an additional fulfillment of his two wishes.

After a long time, the leather rod was also sent to prison, and Yang was stationed in the second gear by the way, and after becoming the second in command, Yang Dayuan's desire for power was displayed more. Many times, he made some decisions on his own to replace the boss, the boss didn't say anything, looking at the posture, he wanted to replace the boss. One time when he was talking to me secretly, he said a lot of bad things about the boss, implying that I supported him to replace the boss.

I know in my heart that Mr. Yang and the boss are two, and Mr. Yang is no match with the boss in any aspect. After his private conversation, I warned him not to act rashly.

One thing confirmed the boss's magnanimity, when I transferred what Yang said to the boss's ear, the boss said a sentence:

"Don't care."

In a very simple sentence, I am more determined to uphold the authority of the boss in the prison number.

The slow days passed, and it was the New Year of 2003, the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

On the afternoon of the thirtieth day, all the prisoners were happy. The rules of the detention center for the Chinese New Year have been relaxed a lot, and meat is eaten at night, which is a good thing that can only happen once a year. Yang Dayuan is also happy, his life will continue to this year, and he will never shoot anyone during the Spring Festival, so he is happy.

Suddenly, a guard shouted from outside the iron gate:

"Yang Member"