Chapter 131 Epilogue: Black Crow
"1035, it's time to eat." A thin bowl of pickled mustard porridge was pushed into the dark room from the square iron opening. A beam of light shone in but was immediately blocked by the closed window.
Xie Jin lay there, not wanting to move, and had no appetite. There was no sunlight here, and he couldn't tell the passage of time. A loud speaker would play "Socialist Core Values" and "Labor Reform Code" from time to time. He would be in a daze when he woke up, and dream when he was sleepy. He lived in a muddle.
"1035, time to eat."
"1035, meal."
"1035." The iron door was pulled up, and the prison guard put his hands on his waist and said, "The detention time is up, come out."
It's so glaring.
Xie Jin walked out with weak hands and feet. There seemed to be something wrong with his nose these days. In addition to the musty smell, he always smelled a smell of blood. "I need to see a doctor."
"Why do you want to see a doctor if you don't have any problem?" The prison guard looked Jie Jin up and down. "Everyone who comes out of the solitary confinement cell looks pale."
"I do not feel well."
"You just don't eat enough. You only eat two bowls of porridge a day, and you haven't finished them yet. How can you not feel weak after being locked up for a few days?"
"I feel very uncomfortable. I need to see my brother. Please help me pass on a message. I won't let you pass it in vain."
"Young man, why are you afraid of death... What do you want to spread?"
Xie Jin was taken back to the prison, and his former roommate was gone. He was wearing thin clothes, and the wind made him feel cold all over. He wrapped himself in a quilt to sleep, and he had a headache and stomachache.
He slept so well that he missed dinner. The new roommate didn't bully him, nor did he like him. He just ignored him. In the middle of the night, he felt an itchy throat. He seemed to have a cold. He coughed intermittently and coughed up something in a daze.
He was woken up from his dream before seven o'clock. His chest felt as if he had been punched several times. Xie Jin looked at what he had coughed up at night and saw a dried brown bloodstain.
Xie Jin couldn't help but feel scared. He must have suffered internal injuries.
He drank a bowl of soy milk, which was sugar-free and not sweet.
After breakfast, he followed the group to do morning exercises, including exercises on the spot and running in circles. Xie Jin followed slowly. The sun came out outside, and he squinted at the sun. The sunlight was cold in the cold weather.
A crow is standing on a branch.
"1035." The familiar-looking prison guard waved at him and Xie Jin walked over.
"I bought you a chance to make a phone call."
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"Hello." Xie Yixiu saw the phone number from Tianhai Prison only after he hung up the phone.
He suddenly felt very disappointed with his brother. There was obviously a better solution, but his brother was impulsive and irritable. After all these years, he was still like this.
Even if he is not put in jail this time, he is considering putting him in a mental hospital for rest and reflection for a period of time.
Xie Yixiu did not fight back.
He decided to let Xie Jin calm down for his impulsive disregard for human life.
It was time to visit the prison.
Cui Jing brought her bodyguards and went to Tianhai Prison, 70 kilometers away from Xitai District, with her friends. After driving for more than an hour and a half, she was informed that the person she was going to visit had accidentally drowned in the crow pool in the exercise area. Coincidentally, when the prison guards found it, a black crow was drinking water nearby.
"When did this happen?"
"It was yesterday. The boy was good-looking and I have a deep impression of him. I heard that he had a fight with his roommate on the night he was imprisoned. I thought he would fight for two days before he calmed down." The police officer spoke with a heavy accent and expressed regret:
"When the child was here yesterday, he was looking for his brother. The brother did come, but he came in the afternoon. The child was gone in the morning. The higher-ups kept it a secret and dared not say anything."
There were quite a lot of details. Cui Jing shook her head and said, "Thank you."
She doesn't believe it.
She walked out of the interrogation room, and Chen Shurong was waiting for her at the door with a smile. She was wearing a fresh green dress, fresh and elegant, with a strong spring atmosphere. Her fingernails were clean, and she said that she had removed her fingernails a long time ago because she was going skiing and it was inconvenient to have long nails.
Cui Jing deliberately asked her at that time:
"Isn't it inconvenient to have short armor?"
Chen Shurong smiled but said nothing.
They drove back to the central city and bought some new spring clothes. They passed by a private bakery and walked in. The baker was carrying baking trays with goods. The attractive Amman rolls and caramel croissants and the sweet aroma of the bread made them feel happy.
Cui Jing finally returned with a bag of bread and clothes, and bought a bunch of flowers from the flower shop outside Xingfu Community. She buried her face in the collar of her coat, and the cool breeze was refreshing.
Chen Shurong, holding the flowers she bought, walked in front and pressed her fingerprint to open the door of Cui Jing's house.
Local News Channels:
"A horrific criminal case of a father and daughter killing each other occurred in our city. Fan first killed his father's illegitimate son with a knife, then killed his own father, dragged him for dozens of kilometers with a car, and finally surrendered to the police station... and was sentenced to life imprisonment."
Cui Jing changed the channel.
Xue Yijie was in the kitchen making fried eggs, making a sizzling sound.
"Jingjing." Chen Shurong leaned on her shoulder and shared the video with Cui Jing with her mobile phone. A new sofa was bought in the living room. Cui Jing took it and almost dropped her mobile phone. Chen Shurong covered her mouth to suppress her laughter, and her laughter and joyful emotions came out without reservation.
"Don't hold me so tight."
Cui Jing pushed her a few times, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and leaned back on the sofa with half-closed eyes, thinking about the news and the related information she had heard before.
The breathing gradually slowed down.
a few days later.
Cui Jing received a black and white funeral note, like a blooming white camellia.
It turned out to be sent by the Jie family.
On the day Cui Jing went to pay her respects, it began to drizzle.
The Xie family held a grand funeral, and the news of Xie Jin's death was completely announced to the public. At the scene, Cui Jing followed the crowd in, with a white Edo chrysanthemum in her hand, thinking boredly:
If the Edo chrysanthemum she brought was orange, it would be as gorgeous as Van Gogh's sunflowers. But she came to pay her respects. So she brought a few white Edo chrysanthemums that seemed to be drooping in the rain, with slender branches that could not support the weight of the flowers, nor the weight of life.
In front of the coffin, she saw a blue face like that of a young boy, surrounded by flowers.
The family members wearing black gauze cuffs nodded to the mourners one by one. Xie Yixiu's eyes were filled with sorrow.
"My condolences." Cui Jing frowned and suddenly realized that he was really dead.
"He did those things because he liked you. He really had it all to himself, and it was my indulgence. But you..."
"Yixiu." The woman beside him reminded, "You shouldn't say that about this lady."
"Oh." Xie Yixiu said, "This is my lover, Chunyuan."
Cui Jing endured it.
"Are you going to cry?" Xie Yixiu looked at her expression.
"Do not."
There were cries from the crowd and the obituary bearer read out eulogies loudly.
"Ninety-nine thousand bliss in the Western Paradise!"
“Don’t look back on the road to heaven!”
The weeping in the crowd became louder, and Cui Jing turned and left the crowd. No one noticed her exit midway. She came like a ghost and left like a ghost, carrying with her the face of young people's mixed love and hate and the fragrance of obsession to death.
The buildings outside the window turned into shadows. When Cui Jing was about to reach the Xingfu Community, she saw a familiar figure, and her originally complicated thoughts were interrupted.
"parking."
The car had already moved forward for some distance.
The bodyguard opened the car door with an umbrella. Cui Jing took the umbrella and got out of the back seat. Her hair was tied loosely on the back of her round head, as dark as black silk on a rainy day.
Cui Jing looked at the endless rain, raised her hand and waved to the person who was protecting the album. Xue Yijie was covered in rain and ran towards her in surprise.
"Why are you here? Where have you been?"
Cui Jing opened her umbrella and went forward to greet him.
As they walked, their windbreakers got soaked by the wind and rain, and now they both seemed to be equally wet. The bodyguard looked at her back and felt that the two people hugging each other were indescribably well-matched.
They were a pair of Betas who loved each other deeply. In this world full of desires, their love surpassed everything.
This scene appeared in the camera of a person not far away, and in Zhai Yang's hand. He had a two-year reprieve. He stared at the photo sent back to him for a long time, unable to recover.
He suddenly didn't want to steal anything anymore.
After Buhei left, he could still find a lot of cat hair on the sofa at first. On the bed, in the water cup, on the sofa, everywhere, how could a cat shed so much hair. Later, there were few cat hairs in the house.
The nerves in his legs were damaged and the doctors said there was no way to recover. He felt he was no longer worthy of her.
"Sister. Is my way really so wrong?"
"It's right to fight for it. There's no right or wrong way. Your methods may work for some people but not for others." The eldest sister's tone was as impersonal as ever:
"You made a mistake in seeing that she was still hoping for the best. You didn't change your tactics because you didn't dare to let go. Someone who knows how to fly a kite won't hold on to it tightly."
"Don't you think it's wrong to tie someone to your side just because you love them? Besides, the kite string will break if it's too long."
He thought of Buhei again.
It's strange that he doesn't have any expectations for not being black.
He kept Buhei, but he didn't ask for anything in return from Buhei, and he allowed it to destroy things. Buhei ignored him, so he squatted beside it, observing it, feeding it, and cleaning its poop.
Suddenly it dawned on him.
He thought maybe this was love.
"My way is wrong. But you are wrong too, sis."
On a sunny day, a young police officer who had just graduated from the Xitai District Police Station received a taciturn man in a wheelchair. Strangely, he asked to cancel his two-year suspended sentence and go to jail.