Chapter 377

The day after my aunt and I came back from Vancouver, I went to the prison to see my Laozi song Lei.

Yes! Song Lei was a pro Laozi who gave birth to me but hardly raised me. When I was ten years old, he was sentenced to life imprisonment for killing my mother by mistake.

Oh, yes, it should be life imprisonment. But in my opinion, life without a wife and a life without a wife are the double imprisonment of the old song dynasty. One deprives him of his lifelong political rights, and the other stifles his psychological and physiological expectations.

At that time, under the extreme face saving demands of my grandparents, they always claimed that my mother died of illness and my father ran away from home.

I almost never mention it. In my deep memory, I have no mother and only one father, Nianyu Jiang. I refuse to admit that they are my biological parents, though I know better than anyone that my foolish way of doing this is just hiding my ears and stealing my bell! But I like to deceive myself, because when I think of the scenes when I spent most of my childhood watching my parents hate each other as their enemies and make a big noise no matter when, where and for whatever reason, I habitually close my eyes and hypnotize myself: my mother, like brother monkey, is born of stone!

Although those unpleasant black memories have become fragmented fragments in my growing years, they still contain my throat like nightmares and make it difficult for me to breathe.

But after I was 15 years old, under the guidance of my adoptive father Nian and Comrade Jiang, as well as all kinds of coercion and inducement, I would visit Lao song in prison once a year. However, every time I saw Lao song, the old man would take the initiative to leave, leaving time and space for me and my father alone.

That's why I went to see Lao song. Because every time after the old man left the visiting room, I would recite the abdomen manuscript that I had typed in advance to the old song like reciting Tang poetry. The contents include how many times I have quarreled with adults in this year, how many times I have run away from home in anger, how many times I have beaten up at home to vent my anger, and how many times I have beaten my teachers and classmates

Whenever I see Lao song's face that looks exactly like mine climbing up more and more astonishment and regret, I will feel that my heart is filled with something called satisfaction and satisfaction, and there is a sense of happiness after successful revenge!

What's going on, dad?

Tiger father has no dog daughter, what's more, you and my mother are a tiger and a wolf, one by one fierce, one by one fierce, your daughter, I still don't lose your old face?

Today, I didn't come with the old man because there are so many things happened recently that I need to report to the old song, or show off!

Under the escort of prison guards, Lao song came to the glass wall of the visiting area in prison clothes and handcuffs. Lift eyes to see me for a moment, he was a bit surprised, but soon the accident turned into a surprise, curved corners of the mouth came, sat opposite me, can't wait to pick up the phone.

Old song is old, and his white hair stands in his short and sparse hair, adding a layer of old look to his increasingly thin face. Although his eyes were still bright, the corners of his eyes, which were obviously drooping down, and the color of his skin, all easily revealed the same message: he seemed to be getting worse and worse here.

I can easily figure out his age without pinching my fingers, because he was born in his own year, 24 years older than me, and he is a monkey. He is 44 years old, but nearly ten years of prison life has made him old and look like a man of six.

Thinking of this, I am still a little sad. Although I come here every time for the purpose of trying to annoy him, it seems that he doesn't follow my way every time, and asks me whether I'm well or not again and again, repeating that sentence sentence one by one, which makes me feel particularly ironic: Feifei, without the love of her parents, I must love myself!

I remember the first time I visited him when I was 15 years old. When he said this to me, I directly laughed: "Song Lei, what you said is like when I had my parents, I was a princess who loved my parents all the time!"

But now I won't talk back to him, because I grow up and feel sensible. It's meaningless to argue with a person who has no personal freedom and almost lost all his rights. What's more, from a genetic point of view, there would be no me without him!

I have to give him face!

As soon as I put the phone in my ear, I heard song's voice with obvious joy: "Feifei, why did you come to see dad just after the Spring Festival? How was the Chinese new year? Years ago, I heard your uncle say that you went to my aunt in Vancouver. Did you have a good time

I hate him asking me a lot of questions like a machine gun every time, but I also said that when I grow up, I will give him face. So, I gave him a very clever smile: "I'm very good, you can rest assured!"

The old song on the opposite side of the glass was relieved and nodded: "that's good! That's good! "

"Old song, I've done something wrong again!" The visiting time is limited, and I know there are many topics today, so I'm going straight to the point.

"Ha ha, isn't it? Tell Dad! " Old song has been used to the mode of conversation between me and him, looking at me with a smile.Through the thick glass, I read the thick love from his eyes, although I am very tired of this kind of eyes like charity sympathy! Because I don't need it! It's not necessary at all, let alone RARE!

"I blacked Zhang Qiyuan! He proposed to me, but I was not old enough to get married, so I decided to get engaged first. But at the engagement party, I ran away. He not only ran away, but also left him a big gift, which made him lose face and official position. " I told him in a nutshell what happened before I left for Canada.

"I heard from your new year's uncle. It's all before the Spring Festival." Old song was not very surprised. He frowned and asked me with concern: "daughter, can you tell me why? You told me before that you love him very much. If you want to get him by any means, how can you suddenly sing this song again? "

"Because I don't love him anymore! Is that a good reason? " I said with an eyebrow.

"Ha ha, full, full!" Old sonnet nodded flatteringly to me.

Seeing that his face was obviously surprised, but he had to squeeze out a dry smile of approval, I had an impulse to leave the phone and turn around.

Hehe, hehe, hehe, your sister, Lao song! If you want to scold me, if you want to criticize me, if you want to satirize me, you can't laugh every time! Don't you know you're smiling grudgingly?

I resisted the impulse to leave, because I had not finished.

Out of here, no one wants to listen to me, and I disdain to talk to anyone except Lao song.

This is not because Lao song is my Lao Tzu, but I believe that the iron walls in this prison can let Lao song keep any secret for me!