Of course, Yu Jianguo couldn't meet Zhao Pengcheng in a separate meeting room like Aoki or a lawyer, where they met was separated by a thick piece of glass, as if one was a bank employee and the other was a customer who came to deposit money. The glass is fully enclosed, the sound insulation is very good, and you can only speak through the intercom.

They have no relatives, and after being imprisoned, it is the first time they have met people like this, and they feel fresh and sad.

Lao Yu is thinner than before, and his hair is all white, like a real old man.

Zhao Pengcheng looked at it, and suddenly choked in his throat and cried. He didn't know what was wrong with him, and the rich emotions that he had suppressed that still belonged to human beings suddenly burst out, making him a little overwhelmed. But he wouldn't stop, he had been suppressed for too long. And he knew that this might be the last time he would see Lao Yu.

Lao Yu didn't expect Zhao Pengcheng to cry so much, his eyes were red, and he comforted him repeatedly: "Pengcheng, don't cry, ah, don't cry!" ”

"Uncle Yu...... You're getting old, wow! ......" Zhao Pengcheng sobbed and said, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault!" ”

Yu Jianguo hadn't heard him call him "Uncle Yu" for many years, and he couldn't stop crying, and said: "Baby, I'm old, it doesn't matter what I do, but you're still young!" ”

"Uncle, I'm fine." Zhao Pengcheng wiped his face and laughed. From the moment he saw Lao Yu, his heart was really let go.

"Hey, I know, I know you're okay." Lao Yu also smiled, "So I didn't bring anything, I know you're fine, you don't need it." ”

Zhao Pengcheng understood Lao Yu's words, and he also knew that Lao Yu understood his words.

"Uncle, don't worry, I'll be fine, you have to take care of yourself in the future."

"Don't worry, I've got someone to take care of, it's fine."

This meeting was very brief, and Zhao Pengcheng didn't even ask Yu Jianguo how he came out. He believed that the person who could get Yu Jianguo out of prison must have the ability to take care of him. He also knows that in order for Yu Jianguo to live well, the premise is that he himself must live well and reflect his value. Whether Yu Jianguo is happy in his later years or not depends on the value of his Zhao Pengcheng.

Back in the work area, Zhao Pengcheng continued to work as if nothing had happened.

On that day, they worked overtime again, and after loading the goods with the manufacturer's driver, the driver handed out cigarettes to the armed police on duty next to him and the prison guards who supervised their work, and also threw a cigarette to him. Zhao Pengcheng doesn't smoke, but he still took it and put it on his ear.

The driver smiled and said, "I guess I will have to work overtime tomorrow, the work is tight these days, you are all happy!" ”

The armed policeman looked serious, and although he lit a cigarette, he did not speak. The prison guard complained: "You are really, how can you work so day and night, fortunately we are here, if you are in the factory, then the workers will not be allowed to rebel!" ”

The driver said: "The last batch, there will be no big work after it is done, after this batch, everyone can have a good rest and wait for the New Year!" ”

The prison guard said, "Don't, I can't do without work, if you don't have work there, I can only take them to work with other squadrons." ”

The driver smiled and said, "Then I don't know, let your leaders discuss with our leaders." ”

The prison guard said, "Why are you here alone in the past two days, Liu Gong?" Liu Gong he said was the acceptor, and in the past, the acceptor and the driver came together.

The driver said: "The factory is busy, and Liu Gong can't leave." ”

A few people chatted a few words, and the driver took the list and asked the prison guards and the armed police on duty to sign it, and drove away.

Zhao Pengcheng saw that it was still early, so he went back to the prison according to the regulations. The roommates are already asleep. He washed it briefly, squatted in the toilet, took the cigarette off his ear, used his fingernails to tear the cigarette paper, cleaned the tobacco and laid it out, and it became a small note. He glanced at the faintly visible handwriting on the note, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, and quickly threw the note, shredded tobacco and cigarette butt into the water to flush it off.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he went to his bunk and fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning, Zhao Pengcheng came to the computer room, and according to the requirements of the training specialist, he conducted a test for the prisoners who were being trained, and sorted out all the documents they wrote and put them in a special folder. This work delayed him a little, and by the time he was done, it was already past dinner.

The prison's lunch is the only meal where you can eat meat, and there are only pickle porridge and steamed buns in the morning and evening. He touched his empty stomach, felt a little pity, smiled self-deprecatingly, and went to report to the work area.

It was a very heavy day, with a mountain of circuit boards, and the prisoners complained but did not dare to say much, so they could only protest with silent silence. The atmosphere on the construction site was particularly oppressive.

Zhao Pengcheng checked the semi-finished and final finished products against the drawings over and over again, his eyes bloodshot. He was already on an empty stomach, and he ate dinner in a hurry, which caused him to have a slight upset stomach.

At night, the driver first pulled away a batch of boards, saying that he would come to pull the second batch in the middle of the night, and told Zhao Pengcheng that the last inspection must be careful.

Everyone was busy until the second half of the night, and finally left Zhao Pengcheng alone to wait for the handover with the driver who came back to pull the goods. The prison guards who supervised the work yawned and scolded their mothers.

In the distance, the chickens raised by the farmers began to crow, only to hear the rumbling engine of the truck. The driver got out of the car and said sorry, asked Zhao Pengcheng to load the car, he took out a cigarette, and went to get close to the supervisor and the armed police.

Zhao Pengcheng climbed into the compartment of the van, and in the dim light, he saw a person sitting in the corner of the carriage. He looked closer, and the man was dressed in the same prison uniform as him, with shackles on his feet, and his face was somewhat similar to his.

The two looked at each other and smiled, but neither of them spoke. Zhao Pengcheng only saw a faint sadness in the man's eyes.

Zhao Pengcheng sat down, and the man climbed out of the carriage and began to load. At this time, the driver also came to help move. The overseer yawned and said you guys are moving, I'll go squint for a while, and then come to the duty room to ask me to sign.

Boxes of packed circuit boards were loaded onto the car, quickly blocking the lights shining into the car. Zhao Pengcheng sat in the corner of the carriage, carefully controlling his breathing so as not to cough due to the dust raised by the box.

Darkness soon enveloped him.

It seemed like a long time before he heard the door slam shut, the engine roared, and then his body shook and jolted, and he knew that the truck was heading towards the prison gates.

In the work area, another "Zhao Pengcheng" dragged his tired body and moved the scattered excess cardboard boxes and circuit boards into the warehouse. The armed policeman on duty looked at him with some confusion, and just as he was about to walk over, the prison guard who supervised the work came over, handed him a cigarette and said, "It's finally over, and you won't have to be so happy in the future." ”

The armed policeman took the cigarette and said with a smile: "You guys are done, I still have to be on duty." ”

The prison guard helped him light the cigarette, and then shouted at "Zhao Pengcheng" in the distance: "You just squint in the warehouse, don't go back to the prison cell, it will be dawn in a while." ”

……

At dawn, Zhao Pengcheng's discipline came with a few prison guards and brought out "Zhao Pengcheng" who was sleeping in the warehouse. The correctional read out the prison administration's decision:

"Zhao Pengcheng, in view of your recent performance, you have made great progress and achievements in both ideological consciousness and labor reform, and your commutation opinions have been submitted. It has been decided to transfer you to the Sixth Ward to assist in the training there, and these two are your new wardens and instructors. ”

"Zhao Pengcheng" nodded blankly and followed the two prison guards of the sixth prison district.