Guardians are kept in prison and are supposed to be educating their children while they are being disciplined. The father said to his son: You have to study hard, and you hardly have to worry about it. However, in Wen Xinwu, he was also frightened when he said this, for fear that his son would reply, you have to reform it well, and then he was speechless.

In fact, what can be reformed? Wen Xinwu is not a bad person in the first place, but he is just a hot head. But in prison, all kinds of scum came into contact with a lot, and compared to the old and honest senior teachers, now they are learning worse.

People's ability to adapt is extremely strong, and in five years, even in prison, everyone who should adapt has adapted. Shouting a report before speaking, squatting down with his head in his hands when he heard the whistle, the sky outside the iron window may not be so blue, since he can't get out, he doesn't have to think about it. The only thing that he didn't adapt to was the awkward father-son relationship, and his son's resentful eyes made him a little nervous.

It's not a glorious thing to have a murderer's father.

The lunch box was taken out in the same way and placed on the table, with sliced pork segments, cumin mutton, and a small packet of garlic and soy sauce on the sliced elbow. Usually when Xiaocheng comes to visit the prison, he will also bring some delicious food, but a roast chicken is amazing, and today I bought three kinds of meat dishes alone. What are the conditions at home, of course Wen Xinwu knows, raise his eyes and look at his son, what's wrong today?

"Kari saved another 300 yuan for you, buy whatever you want, it's expensive, don't treat yourself too badly. "Grandma gave Xiaocheng 200, and 100 here is Xiaocheng's private money.

"You don't need to deposit money for me, there are more than a hundred of the 200 left in the card last time. "Wenxin martial arts.

The old lady in her 60s dragged her children and made a living by selling sugar gourds in the streets and alleys, and the money was so hot! The money saved in the card was hardly touched except for buying some necessities such as toothpaste and soap. Every day, vegetable soup is mixed with rice, and everyone is hungry for beer roast chicken in the supermarket, but Wen Xinwu has never even bought a pack of instant noodles.

"Good news for you, my sentence has been commuted, and my sentence has been reduced by 10 months!"

This is the second time that my father has commuted his sentence, and the last time it was ten months, and Xiao Cheng has also seen the verdict, "This court believes that during the period of serving his sentence, the convict Wen Xinwu conscientiously abided by the prison rules, accepted education and reform, and did show repentance and reform, and met the conditions for commutation." Since he failed to pay civil compensation in accordance with the judgment, he should be reduced by two months within the upper limit of the commutation range......"

20 years, a total of 20 months of sentence reduction, in fact, it is already difficult to do better, unless the hundreds of thousands of civil compensation can be made up.

Xiaocheng accompanied his father and moved a few chopsticks, basically just watching. Wen Xinwu devoured it, saying that he was having lunch with his family, but in fact, it was a disguised way to let the prisoners eat something good, and he looked forward to it every month, and his life was better. This scene in the dining room has long been the norm, even if the prisoner is not wearing a prison uniform, he can clearly distinguish it, the one who gobbled it must be the prisoner, and the family members can hardly move their chopsticks.

"Dad, Zhang Peiyue, Qiu Hui, Lu Qi, Ding Sina, they are all from the same school as me, have I told you about this before?"

Wen Xinwu was stunned, when his son came before, he rarely mentioned things in school, and when he came in, the child was still a primary school student, and it was about to be the third year of junior high school in a blink of an eye.

"Who are they?"

"Zhang Peiyue, the Zhang Weihai you hacked to death is his own uncle, needless to say, Qiu, Lu, Ding, you should be able to guess what their surnames are, they are all family members of the injured. ”

Wen Xinwu's chopsticks stopped in mid-air, the family of the deceased and his children were in the same school, what does this mean?

"Ever since I was in junior high school, I had been beaten every week, and they beat me up with great justice under the guise of killing my father. Xiao Cheng didn't speak with strong emotion, but it sounded like a palpitating numbness.

"Last week, my grandmother bought me a new school bag, I used the school bag for four years, I bought it in the third grade of primary school, and there was a Mickey Mouse pattern on it, and the new school bag was just carried for a day, and they snatched it, they beat me up, and I peed on the school bag......

Wen Xinwu's hands trembled.

"Before, I always hated you, hated why you were a murderer, hated the debts you owed, and wanted me and my grandmother to pay them! Now, I understand more or less that sometimes, there are not many choices to make, kill or be killed, only these two. ”

It makes people shudder for a fifteen-year-old to say such a thing!

"Xiaocheng, don't be impulsive, don't do stupid things!"

"What else can I do?" Wen Xiaocheng smiled miserably, "I was pulled by my hair and pressed to the ground, my grandmother saved money and bought me the new schoolbag, which was less than a meter above my head, and the books, paper and pens were scattered all over the ground, and then a few people peed on it, what do you want me to do? Wash and dry it and continue to use it? Or let my grandma go out early and come back a little later, sell more sugar gourds, and buy me another one?"

"Son, son, listen to me, there are many ways to solve the problem, don't learn from me! Aren't they bullying you? Go and sue the teacher!"

Wen Xiaocheng rolled his eyes, "You also sued before you killed someone, is it useful?"

Wen Xinwu was silent, pressed his hand on his son's shoulder, bit his lip, hesitated again and again, as if he had made a lot of determination, and whispered: "Xiaocheng, you remember an address: County Red Cross Hospital, No. 89 Maple Leaf Road, after you go out, you come here to find a person named Taihu, who is a scarface, looks very fierce, went out two months ago, he is a well-known person in the county, you do this little thing, he will do it for you in one sentence!" But remember, kid, he owes me a favor, and you only use him this time, don't deal with him in the future!

Wen Xiaocheng smiled, after acting for so long, he just wanted this connection! After squatting in prison for five years, he has squatted to become a veteran in the number, and it is impossible not to master some underworld interpersonal relationships in his hands, and some people once joked that going to prison is equivalent to further study, but in fact, it is not unreasonable. Wen Xinwu didn't dare to say that he was in prison, but his popularity was really good.

The son of a murderer is not without a little resource to use.

"What are you laughing at?" Wen Xinwu was scared, seeing his son smiling so brightly, he was really confused.

"Dad, let's be honest with you, there are things they bully me, but it's not that exaggerated, I deliberately said this just to get your connections, in fact, I have solved the matter myself. ”

"Solved?"

"It's pretty much settled, but for insurance, you need to have a hole card. Wen Xiaocheng briefly introduced the events of the past two days, here is mainly his own response, how to fight Zhang Peiyue, and then make an appointment to fight at a fixed point, on the other hand, provoke the gang of liars on the street, and let the two groups eat dogs...... As for the changes in his brain and the chance acquaintance with that "old friend" Professor Dai, he chose to skip it.

Wen Xinwu listened to his son's introduction, and his expression was a little bitter.

"Son, since it has been dealt with to this extent, then don't go to Taihu, I ...... I don't want you to come into contact with that kind of person. ”

Wen Xiaocheng laughed secretly in his heart, the son of a murderer, what else is there to find fault with making friends?

"Why?"

He ...... Not a good guy. ”

"Are you?"

The son's words made the father's question dumb.

"In the eyes of many people, prisoners are not good people, not to mention that your old man is the highest-ranking murderer among prisoners!"

In this society, being a good person is to love bullying, Wen Xiaocheng thought helplessly.

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I read it again before I posted it, and I thought it was really well written, isn't it an illusion?