First volume of imprisonment Chapter 13 Farewell
During the Spring Festival of 2002, in Room 307, the gun master held up a bowl of strong liquor and knelt beside Long Zhenbang's former bed: "Master, on New Year's Eve , the disciples and several masters offer you a bowl of liquor." The other five people followed the gun master and bowed three times. The gun master slowly sprinkled the liquor in front of the bed in a horizontal line, his eyes were already filled with tears, and his heart was heavy as if a big stone was pressing on him. Ouyang walked up to the gun master and helped him up, and several people dispersed to surround the gun master. Long Zhenbang's case has come to an end. Zhao Yun has returned to the Provincial Criminal Investigation Team. Ouyang, Chen Fanglan, Xie Ziming, Wang Daming, and Yang Zhong don't know what Long Zhenbang did that made Zhao Yun stay undercover in prison for ten years, but everyone knows it's not a small matter. That night, the gun chief killed Long Zhenbang on the spot. It was the first time he killed someone in his life. Although the target was his mentor, it was also his mentor's order. The gun chief didn't feel any guilt in his heart afterwards, only a rage, which was directed at Zhao Yun. If Zhao Yun hadn't been so deliberate to deal with Long Zhenbang, he wouldn't have asked for death so quickly, and at worst he could have retired in prison. So the gun chief's first enemy in his life appeared.
Zhao Yun did not suspect that the gun chief had committed murder on purpose. The gun chief had been extremely cowardly for so many years. Although he was extremely powerful, he was no different from the people with greater labor force in the village. The gun chief did not dare to do evil. So Zhao Yun tried his best to comfort the gun chief afterwards, fearing that he could not bear such a bloody fact. Finally, he applied for a three-month reduction in sentence for the gun chief through Wu Wenwei. No matter how you say it, the gun chief's killing of Long Zhenbang was a meritorious performance, which was beyond reproach. Another reason was that Zhao Yun sympathized with the gun chief very much, fearing that he could not bear it and would be mentally tortured by several other people. So today's reunion was also a way to help the gun chief practice in advance. The gun chief would be released on the third day of the first lunar month, and all prisoners would have a five-day holiday during the Spring Festival.
Chen Fanglan's voice was a little low, and his tone was extremely sad: "Time flies. In a blink of an eye, the spear chief has changed from a young farmer to a man of blood and righteousness. Come, let's all drink this bowl of wine. May the spear chief be happy in the future, and may Boss Long laugh in the afterlife!" Everyone raised their bowls and drank it all. The spear chief bought all the wine through Zhao Yun, using the excuse of being released from prison. The spear chief felt a burning sensation in his throat, and choked up and said: "Teacher Chen, thank you for your teachings over the years. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to master any foreign languages. Although I have only learned English, Russian is too difficult. I can make do with it if I can understand it. Teacher Chen, I am a countryman. According to our tradition, a teacher is a father for life. Everyone present, please take a seat. Siqing kowtows to you..."
Ouyang Lao held the spear master with tears streaming down his face, shaking his head. His white frost-like head looked extremely old. "Four Qings, please stand up. You must not do this. Although we are brothers with Boss Long, we do not treat him as a junior. All of us here are brothers in distress."
The spear master looked at Ouyang sternly, and said in a very serious manner: "No, Teacher Ouyang, etiquette is indispensable. This is my heartfelt gift. If you don't accept it, I will be sad!" As he said that, he kowtowed loudly. Tears flashed in the eyes of the five people, and they accepted the spear master's three kowtows calmly.
The spear leader kowtowed, filled everyone's bowl with wine, walked up to Ouyang, and said respectfully: "Teacher Ouyang, you taught me to read and understand, and to know history, geography, and astronomy. This bowl of wine is from you. After I leave, if you have any wishes, I will help you fulfill them even if I die!"
Ouyang also looked at the gunner seriously and said, "Although your foundation is very poor, you are willing to learn and learn quickly. I have no parents and no children, so I don't have anything to worry about. Do you remember the topics we often discussed? Well, if you have time, you can organize these materials and write a paper to publish, I will be satisfied!"
The gun chief raised his hand and swore, "I must publish the teacher's theory, otherwise I will die a miserable death! Teacher, please." After that, he drank the white wine in the bowl in one gulp, and then walked to Chen Fanglan. Chen Fanglan hurriedly said, "You can't drink anymore. Two bowls of wine is one catty. You can't drink more. So, how about we use wine glasses instead?" Seeing Chen Fanglan's weak appearance, the gun chief didn't have the heart to let him get drunk. Chen Fanglan didn't wait for the gun chief to speak, and said to himself, "One year after I came in, my old mother at home had passed away. I only have this old mother, who gave birth to me, raised me and sent me to college. As a son... I am not worthy. When you go out, go to my mother's grave and kowtow for me and burn incense..." His voice was choked with sobs and he couldn't speak. Although he and Xie Ziming usually looked like literati, the gun chief still understood their inner pain and self-blame. Seeing Chen Fanglan drink the wine in the glass in one gulp, the gun chief also accompanied him.
Walking in front of Xie Ziming, the gun commander began to smile. This was the teacher he got along best with, and he taught him a lot. Originally, the gun commander liked radio, but under Xie Ziming's training, the gun commander was now comparable to those science and engineering undergraduates. Xie Ziming said to the gun commander, "Don't worry about your family. I have three brothers, and they often come to see me, which is good enough. I heard that computers have become popular in recent years. I took a look at them in the computer room last time. You also learned the relevant professional languages with me. I don't have any requirements. Just write to me often. When you learn how to use computers, teach me in the letters!"
The gun commander nodded. This is a friend. We should encourage ourselves to study more in this way even if we are about to part! He drank the wine in his glass and walked towards Wang Daming. Daming's eyes were full of tears. This man who had been a special forces soldier had already had a tacit understanding and friendship with the gun commander. Seeing the tears in Wang Daming's eyes, the gun commander rushed up and hugged this meat tank tightly. After a long time, the two separated and smiled at each other. Wang Daming took out a pen and paper and wrote on it: "Go to my hometown and see my sister." The gun commander nodded vigorously.
"Master Yang, I'm willing to do anything except being fucked by you." The gun chief started to joke before Yang Zhong could speak. Yang Zhong's icy smile also showed a hint of smile: "I miss that... feeling. Haha, leave those beauties to me after you leave." The gun chief laughed and said, "There is also a photo of a foreigner, all exposed. I only used it three times. I'll give it to you. Hide it under your pillow." Looking at the gun chief's smirk, Yang Zhong was surprised and said, "No wonder I can't find it. You are too sinister." Everyone laughed heartily, drowning their sorrows and pains in this deep laughter.
On the third day of the first lunar month, at eight in the morning, the gun chief was the only one in Room 307. Wu Wenwei stood outside the door. The gun chief scattered cigarettes on the beds of the other five people and placed several bottles of wine on the table in front of Zhang Wenwei. Wu Wenwei said to the gun chief, "Remember, don't look back once you leave!"
The spearman resolutely stepped out of the room and left behind Zhang Wenwei. Compared with the extremely thin image when he came, he looked more fierce and indifferent. He was even stronger than Wang Daming , and his thick back slowly faded away with the sound of Wu Wenwei's footsteps.
When he arrived at the collection office, the gun commander had more than 3,000 yuan left over from his seven years' salary, and the 10,000 yuan left to him by Long Zhenbang. The release certificate had already been issued. The gun commander looked at the tall iron gate, which had only a small gate opened underneath. The gun commander finally bowed to Wu Wenwei, then walked out without looking back.
Zhao Yun looked at the officer and waved to him from the police car. The officer strode forward and said with a smile, "Officer Zhao, are you here to pick me up?"
Zhao Yun's eyes were like an eagle, staring at the spear chief sharply. Seeing the spear chief avoiding his gaze in panic, he smiled with satisfaction and said, "Boss Long left the money for you. Haha, this is really a bit unexpected. Well, let's not talk about this. I came here specially to give you a ride today. Get in the car!" After saying that, he stretched out his hand to open the side door. The spear chief was very curious about the car. After bending down and getting in, he looked around. There was a faint fragrance in the car. The spear chief chuckled and said, "You are dressed like a woman. You must have done a lot of bad things to smell so good, right?"
Zhao Yun laughed and said, "With your mindset, if you don't wake up and watch your pants, you might come back again next time. This is the air freshener for the car."
The gun master felt around and said with emotion: "I had a dream since I was a child, to earn money to buy a big truck and travel all over the country. This is the first time I ride in a car. How much does this car cost?"
Zhao Yun said, "It's only about 100,000 yuan, which is considered average. Today's leaders all have high-end cars worth 400,000 or 500,000 yuan. It's good enough for us errand boys to have this. What are your plans?"
The gun chief said helplessly: "What can I plan? I will go home and get released from prison, then go get my ID card, then go out to work and earn money, get married and live a peaceful life."
Zhao Yun frowned and said with some sadness: "Alas, I hate Boss Long, but I also miss him. I learned a lot from him during the time in there, but after ten years, things have changed a lot. I know you guys are scolding me, but I don't care, not because you are prisoners, but because I have a clear conscience! We all walk different paths, and to this day, it is not something that one person can control. But I treat you differently, right? You are not that kind of vicious person, you are kind and timid by nature, so I have feelings for you."
The spear chief remained expressionless, nodding his head woodenly as Zhao Yun spoke. Zhao Yun continued, "I have contacted a factory for you, the salary is not bad! If you do a good job, you can settle down in the provincial capital and save some money. You go back first, I will call your county public security bureau to help you get things done as soon as possible. Come to the provincial capital to find me in a month."
There was a flash of sneer in the gun captain's eyes. He nodded in agreement and said to Zhao Yun, "The five people inside have been very good to me. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have learned any skills in the past few years, especially Long Zhenbang. The skills he taught me are very useful. I have some money now. If I go to work in the factory you mentioned, I can make a living in less than two years. But one month may not be enough. I also have to go to the graves of others to visit relatives."
Zhao Yun thought about it, then nodded and said, "Then let's do three months. I'll give you my cell phone number. Call me when you get here." After the gun commander agreed, he kept asking Zhao Yun about his driving skills, asking which foot was the accelerator, which foot was the clutch, and which was the gear lever. He then pointed at the instrument panel and kept asking questions, making Zhao Yun laugh and cry, and cursing the gun commander's mother in his heart.
He took the gunman to buy two sets of clothes, then went out for a big meal, found a hotel, dropped him off at a massage parlor, and told him he would pick him up at noon the next day, then drove away.
The gun captain found a pretty girl in the massage parlor to help him relax. Her eyes flashed green like ghost fire. The girl was so scared that her face turned blue, but she had been here for a while and knew how to deal with it. "Where are you from, boss? Your muscles are so hard."
The gunner made up a random question: "I'm from Sichuan. Do you like this body of muscles?"
The girl laughed and said, "I don't dare like it. It would be terrible if the boss's wife knew about it."
It was the first time for the gunner to go to such a place, so he was a little unsure, but he was no longer the rookie he used to be. He pretended to be casual and asked, "Are you guys going out to play with others here?"
The girl laughed and said, "I don't even know the boss's name, how dare I go out with you." The gun leader cursed himself secretly, then laughed and said, "I am rude, what is your name? My name is Chen Si. You can call me Fourth Brother."
The girl smiled and said, "It's Fourth Brother, my name is Xiaohong. Where did Fourth Brother make his fortune?"
The gunner laughed and said, "How can I make a fortune? I am just a transporter." But in his heart he said: I am transporting sperm, and the destination is your small warehouse. Xiaohong is clearly a fake name. Do you think I am a virgin? I have been a water ghost and sneaked into the woods.
Xiao Hong smiled and said, "That's a big deal. Is it comfortable like this?" As she said that, she smiled coquettishly and used her chest to touch the gun chief. Xiao Hong was actually not very good-looking, at least much inferior to Zhang Chun, with the same thickness from chest to buttocks, but the gun chief's taste was not to be agreed with. Seeing this little slut being horny, he didn't care so much. He turned over and held Xiao Hong and began to rub her. Xiao Hong chuckled and said, "Fourth brother, this is not okay. Let's go out and play later!"
The gun captain panted and said, "What's wrong? Didn't you see that the guy who sent me here is from the provincial police? It's okay, let brother relieve himself first." Xiaohong didn't refuse anymore. She unbuttoned her pants by herself, raised her fat, white butt high, turned her head and called out with seductive eyes, "Fourth brother, be gentle..." The gun captain grabbed her butt and rushed forward fiercely.
