Lunch was almost over, and Zhu Jun accompanied Fang Rin in front to continue to talk about some details. Ye Qingqing and Tang Ye followed behind.

Tang Ye: "You also want to ask how my dad's daughter is." ”

Ye Qingqing: "Ahem." ”

Tang Ye: "I'm sorry. ”

Ye Qingqing: "Oh no...... Eh??? What do you apologize for? ”

"Just now," he grimaced, "I was a little out of control. ”

Oh, it's when I was stinking at my dad. Ye Qingqing said that he understood: "You don't like your dad to mention the past, if my dad has scars before, I don't like someone to come up and expose it." ”

"My dad wants me to hear it, but I don't want to."

"Uh." Then there is no way, Ye Qingqing can't persuade him to say that you will do your father's tree hole or something.

"Now that I think about it, it's possible that I'm thinking too much," Tang Ye said suddenly, "Maybe he didn't take it seriously at all, and I was alone there." ”

"Also...... It's possible. ”

"But how can this thing be inappropriate, you say?" Tang Ye said, "I write suspense, and evil will always prevail over good, but my father was sentenced for murder, doesn't it seem like a joke?" ”

"No, didn't your dad say that he was innocent?"

"Have you ever been to prison?"

“…… No. ”

Tang Ye sneered: "Everyone in the prison feels that they are innocent. ”

"The Shawshank Redemption?" Ye Qingqing remembered that there was this paragraph in this movie.

"Ah, almost." He shrugged, "It's the same all over the world, and they don't feel guilty." ”

"So you still think ......" Ye Qingqing was a little embarrassed, and could only look at Fang Rin's back.

"I don't know." Tang Ye said indifferently, "But I'm always ready." ”

Always be ready to ...... Embrace the worst truth?

Ye Qingqing felt a little sad, Tang Ye obviously loved his father so much, thought about him everywhere, and protected him, but he was also cautiously waiting for the biggest injury in his heart. Fang Rin said that he was innocent, but Tang Ye thought that the prisoner's self-proclaimed innocence could not be taken seriously, so he was ready to shed blood before the truth was truly revealed.

"But no matter what, as long as it is released from prison, it will ......"

"Murder pays for life, it is justified." Tang Ye's tone was very cold and hard, "If you are the victim's family, you can just release after completing your sentence...... You can't say anything like that in your life. ”

Ye Qingqing closed her mouth and sighed deeply.

This is Tang Ye, she thought to herself, Tang Ye who has a habit of moral cleanliness. I don't want to bear a trace of moral condemnation, and I can't see a trace of moral dirt on others. He put himself on the side of too much light and justice, black and white, even the father he loved, because of the variegated color, was put on the dark side, and even with himself was painfully entangled.

She didn't know what else she could say, although she still wanted to say a few words for Fang Rin, but how she thought about it was exculpatory and meaningless to Tang Ye, who was determined. She could only forcibly change the topic, and reluctantly smiled: "Don't talk about this, how did you talk to the big boss of the literary and art club in the morning, can you come to act?" ”

"Hmm," Tang Ye was stunned for a moment, looked at her a little helplessly, and said ambiguously, "I can't say it." ”

"Huh? Is it bad to talk about it? ”

"It's not good to talk about it."

"Ah...... "It's mostly cold, but she's still unyielding, "Time, price, theme?" ”

"The price is probably the only thing that's fine. It's time to take a week, and they go to various Internet celebrity bookstores in the province. There is also the theme, of course, we want the style to be closer to me, to follow them, I have to wear a Mao suit and take the Little Red Book. ”

"That's too exaggerated, the art club is quite enlightened."

"It's so much better than yours." He never forgot the Zhengxing of Ye Qingqing's family, "So they have to discuss it again." ”

"Didn't talk about collapse?"

"Most likely, not," Tang Ye sneered, "After a little investigation, you will know how difficult it is to contact me to this extent on matters other than publishing books, this does not know how to cherish, it is really worse than your club." ”

"Hey, three sentences are black once, it's almost once, every sentence is black, how will we chat in the future." Ye Qingqing protested.

"So you can resign, what are you doing there, begging for scolding?"

"Don't worry about you, no one scolds me except you."

"Did I scold you?"

"......" Ye Qingqing fell into thought, and found that he really didn't seem to be scolded, so his expression gradually went blank.

Tang Ye: "Heh! ”