My Days with Condemned Prisoners ( 9 )

Everyone's hearts were shocked, and everyone thought like me: I won't shoot people today, right?

After calming down for a while, we thought that it was not the gunmen who came to call Master Yang. He's fine, he's probably going to be called out to talk.

Mr. Yang is gone, and we continue to do all kinds of happy things.

After a while, Mr. Yang returned, his wrists were no longer handcuffed, his feet were no shackles, and he was holding a piece of paper in his hand.

Looking at Mr. Yang, we know that he is no longer a death criminal. We were happy for him, and so was Senior Yang, who was so happy that he didn't say a word, and there were only words of congratulations from us in the prison number.

Master Yang happily walked back and forth in the prison number a few times, and then sat down in his meditating position.

I took the piece of paper from Mr. Yang's hand, and this is the ruling issued by the High Court, which reads: The Intermediate People's Court ruled that the facts were insufficient and remanded for a new trial. Looking closely at the days that followed, it was issued more than a month ago. Why wait until the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve to send it to Yang Dayuan himself, everyone has found many reasons together, and the only possible reason is that the Chinese New Year's Eve gave him the revision letter, so that he can have a great joy in the festival.

While Yang was happy, he did not forget to thank me, and the only gratitude he could make was in his words, in public and in private, he said countless words of gratitude to me.

To be honest, I don't want to get his gratitude, I'm not interested in him personally, I'm interested in whether I will make meritorious contributions. Obviously, my meritorious service has slipped aside. I was very indifferent to his rebirth, and any words of gratitude were light in front of me, so light that I did not respond to his words, but only hummed and answered.

During this day, I talked a lot with the boss about private words, and the boss told me that the cadres told him that Yang still had little hope of survival, and the cadres asked him to continue to strengthen the monitoring of Yang Dayuan. And Yang Dayuan was in the dark. However, Mr. Yang understood one thing that all the cases he confessed to were personally involved in him, and he also vaguely thought that it might not be easy to retry him later, so although Mr. Yang was happy, he became very depressed when he had time.

The day after the Lantern Festival, I was going to prison.

Before leaving, all the people in the prison said goodbye to me, and Yang also said goodbye to me, and when Yang said goodbye to me, he asked me for something, that is, the women's underwear he gave in front, he was very embarrassed,

He said to me, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect to survive, my wife gave me these shorts, I'm going to keep them until I go back to prison." ”

Although Mr. Yang asked for his pants back from me, I also saw his deep love for love. Even if he is not sentenced to death, according to what the boss and I usually chat, no woman in prison can wait for him for more than five years. I thought, with such a long sentence and a terrible sex life for a person like Yang Dayuan, can his wife wait until he goes back? However, a person's hope is always sweet, let him keep this hope alive.

That night, I packed up the things I should bring the next day, and the quilt that Mr. Yang had covered him, the quilt had just been forcibly seized from the new prisoner, it was a temporary new quilt, and I packed the things I had put away with this quilt, and waited for the next day to go to prison.

The next morning, before dawn, there was a loud roll call in the corridor, and all the people who were supposed to go to the prison were called out of the prison number to assemble. My prison door was opened, the cadres called my name, I carried my things and walked out, all the people had not yet gotten up, they said something goodbye on the bed, and the moment I was about to step out of the door, Yang got up from the bed, and he wanted to shake hands with me. The cadre saw Yang rushing towards the door and yelled at him, he didn't care about the cadre's yelling, he stretched out his hand to me, and I shook hands with him and said goodbye.

The iron door was closed, and I stood at the door waiting for the other people who had not yet been called, and all the people who had been called out first stood at their respective doors, waiting for all the people to assemble. Out of the prison gate, I also stood at the door of my prison number, with my back to the door. At some point, the air outlet on the iron gate of the prison was opened, and a voice called me:

"Teacher He, Teacher He......"

I looked back, and Mr. Yang's eyes were looking out at the tuyere.

I'm close to the tuyere. Yang quickly threw out a pack of cigarettes from it and said:

"Put it away, don't be confiscated."

The value of a pack of cigarettes is very light on the outside, but in the prison number, for a cigarette can produce a group fight, I know that Mr. Yang and I have developed feelings. I put away the cigarette and hid him, and I said to Master Yang:

"Okay, when I come out, I'll go to the prison to see you."

After listening to my words, Mr. Yang felt a little uncomfortable, and there was obviously something more in his eyes. After a while, a cadre came over and asked how the tuyere was opened, and the cadre closed the tuyere, this is the last time I will meet Yang Dayuan, I think. There is little chance of seeing him again in the future.

About four months after I arrived in prison, a group of new inmates arrived, one of whom had stayed next door to us, and I asked him about Mr. Li's condition, and he replied:

"Oh, is that Yang Da, I heard that he changed his sentence and sentenced him to fifteen years. Many people have made meritorious contributions to his commutation, and the prison cadres have added a star, and the boss has his sentence reduced by four years ....... ”

About half a year later, I met another person who had just arrived at the prison and was the number next door, and I asked him about Mr. Yang's situation, and he told me:

"Senior Yang was shot."

By the time I was released from prison in May 20049, more than six years had passed, and I didn't know what happened to Mr. Yang.

I originally wanted to save Yang Dayuan to make meritorious service for myself, but I didn't make meritorious service, and during the time I was serving my sentence in prison, I saved people twice, but I didn't make meritorious service, and one meritorious service was transferred to others, and one meritorious service only fell into one verbal praise. Counting the time I was in the detention center, I had three meritorious contributions, and any one of them could be reduced by a large sentence, and sometimes it is really hard to think that a person who lacks background is so rare to get something that he deserves, and why do some people get it easily without paying. But one thing is for sure, my mentality will never change, there is always hope for those who help others with integrity, and I hope that society will implement this hope as soon as possible.