C4 Get out of Prison(1)

After a few drizzles, spring came quietly, and the air was filled with a faint refreshing smell. The date of Bian Liang's release had arrived.

As the date approached, Fang Lin's younger sister became more and more anxious. She had almost not slept the entire night yesterday, and the sky had just begun to brighten. She wanted to rush to the town's first bus to pick up her son and bring him home.

The journey went smoothly. After she poured the bus a few times, she arrived at Rongfang Town.

Fang Linmei quickly got on a motorcycle that entered the mountain. She sat behind the motorcycle driver and drove the motorcycle towards the depths of the mountains. The winding mountain paths were filled with faint smoke. The tender and yellow Spring Welcoming Flowers were scattered among the withered branches and bushes. Occasionally, there were a few red plum blossoms interweaving among them. Following the speed of the motorcycle,

As she moved forward, the trees and flowers kept moving backward, causing her to feel even more dizzy. She did not dare to open her eyes.

The motorcycle sped along the mountain road. The purple-red scarf on Fang Lin's head was like a flower that could fly, giving the entire mountain spring vitality.

The youth detention center surrounded by the high wall electric net was still standing there quietly, forever mysterious and unfathomable.

The motorcycle braked a hundred meters away from the youth detention center. The cars here could not stop. Sister Fang Lin got out of the car, and before she could stand up, the motorcycle turned around and left with a bang.

She staggered towards the gate of the youth detention center.

Bian Liang was already waiting for her. He only wore a white shirt, and the coldness made him bend his body and hug his chest with both hands. His lips were purple.

The moment Fang Lin sister saw her son, she exclaimed, "Where's your jacket?"

Bian Liang said indifferently, "Throw it away. "

"Throw it away? It's such a cold day, throw it away again?" This was a new cotton jacket that he had bought before the Spring Festival. It was even a feather jacket, worth more than a thousand yuan. She had gritted her teeth and made up her mind to buy it back then. She always thought that lighting up inside was already bitter enough, so she couldn't freeze the child anymore. As for him. . . He threw it away after only wearing it for more than a month? Fang Linmei found it hard to believe as she looked at her son in confusion. The wrinkles on her forehead squeezed together, and her white hair seemed to stand up. She seemed to be asking why?

"Bad luck!" Bian Liang blurted out, as if he didn't care.

Fang Lin was speechless. On the contrary, she was stunned on the spot. Kexin was in pain. This kind of pain was not only the expensive new cotton jacket.

Bian Liang lowered his eyes and did not say anything.

Fang Linmei, who came back to her senses, shook her head slightly. She looked at the coffee colored floral old cotton jacket on her body. It was too ugly to look at. Then she looked at Liang Liang shivering because of the cold. She took off the purple-red scarf around her neck and put it on her son's thin and cold body.

The mother and son walked out of the mountain. Fang Linmei was still dizzy and could not resist the unbearable feeling of being carsick. She walked in front, her neck shrunk as she slowly followed behind.

In such a cold day, under the bright light of the thin white shirt, Sister Fang Lin's entire body trembled. She wanted to say a few words to him, but swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth and said weakly. "How much money do you have left?"

"More than 2,000 yuan. " Bian Liang answered in a low voice.

Sister Fang Lin turned around and looked at him. "These are the feelings of your relatives and friends. Take them well. Don't spend them carelessly. Find a good job when you go back. Don't be afraid of suffering. " She told her son that in order to come and see him, Mother Cao made a mistake on the date of visiting him and missed the long way.

She had said these things long ago, and now she was nagging again. Bian Liang was annoyed, so he lowered his head and followed behind in silence.

"It's not easy to earn money now. These are all their hard-earned money. Remember to thank them when you get back, do you hear me?" Perhaps it was because Fang Lin had been holding it in at home for too long, and she seemed to have a lot to say to her son.

Here it comes again. There were always a few words to say. Bian Liang was most annoyed by her long-winded speech. She didn't say what she should say, and she just said what she shouldn't. He endured it for more than ten minutes and finally couldn't help but ask, "Where do we live now?" This question had been stuck in his heart for a long time.

"Uncle Zhao's home, I told you last time. He's a good person and knows everything. " A satisfied smile appeared on Fang Linmei's face.

"Zhao Qiang from your factory?"

"Yes. "

Bian Liang sighed heavily, his head tilted to the side, and his expression became even uglier.

Zhao Qiang was the captain of the security team of the small steel factory. A few years ago, His wife and a rich old man ran away. Not long ago, they had just divorced, and their son and ex-wife lived in Jiangzhou's urban area. Zhao Qiang and his father, who was in their 80s, depended on each other. They lived in Zhao Village's own house.

"I'm temporarily staying at his house. " Sister Fang Lin explained.

"I'm not going. " Bian Liang was very straightforward.

Fang Lin said as she walked: "Just for a bit. I found a few families. Uncle Zhao's family's conditions are still good, and they are also cheap. They are also close to my steel factory. Anyway, it's temporary. When our new house is ready, we'll go back. " Fang Lin's younger sister didn't care about the pain of being carsick at all and patiently guided her son.

Bian Liang lowered his eyes and muttered in his heart: Do you think you're a three-year-old child? What's with the cheap rent? You're clearly looking for a wild man. Ever since his father passed away, Zhao Qiang had always run home whenever he had nothing to do. Seeing his lecherous look, he did not have good intentions. Now hearing his mother say this, he felt that it was both funny and disgusting.

Sister Fang Lin continued to babble in front of him. Bian Liang frowned and slowed down his pace. When he pulled some distance away, he took the opportunity to hide in the forest.

"When you get home, be polite to Uncle Zhao. " She was instructing Liang Liang, but she didn't hear her reply. She said again, "Liang Liang, do you hear me?"

She still didn't hear her son's reply.

Fang Linmei turned her head and could not help but be stunned. Where was the light? Why was it gone? She was surprised. She did not know what to do. Could it be that he had rolled down the cliff?

She looked around. There was no one in the sky above the mountain path. She anxiously shouted, "Lighting up. . . "

"Lighting! Lighting! Lighting up. . . . . . Where are you? Come out quickly! Bright! Light! . . . "The more she shouted, the more anxious she became. It was as if her mind suddenly became clear and no longer sleepy. She shouted with all her might," Brilliant! Brilliant! . . . Shining! Shining! Shining! . . . Shining! Shining! Shining! "

Fang Linmei suddenly felt something. She was angry and anxious. She mumbled to herself as if she had lost her soul: "Liang Liang! What's wrong. . . What's wrong?" Then, he raised his head and shouted, "Liang Liang! It's bright. . . . "

With a stagger, Fang Linmei lost her balance and tumbled down the cliff. The black bag in her hand was thrown onto a nearby tree branch, swaying back and forth.

"Ah. . . " A terrified cry cut through the sky, reverberating through the silent wilderness. She was scared out of her wits, and when she woke up, she found herself grabbing onto a small tree branch and lying down on the hillside. Her face was pale and her whole body was trembling.

Fang Lin's sister's scream was ear-piercing. She rushed out of the woods. "Mom! . . . Mom. . . . "

Fang Linmei, who was hanging on the hillside, heard her son's voice and felt a surge of excitement in her heart. Tears flowed out of her eyes as she struggled to climb up. She kept crying and crying, "It's bright! Brilliant! . . . "

Bian Liang ran over and quickly laid down. He tried his best to stretch his thin arm towards his mother. "Give me your hand!" He couldn't reach it. Liang Liang grabbed the tree trunk with one hand and leaned his body forward. His hand kept shaking, wanting to grab his mother's hand.

Still unable to reach it, Fang Linmei used all her strength to pull on the tree branch and slowly climbed up. Suddenly, the soil on the small tree branch loosened and rolled down. Bian Liang anxiously shouted, "Don't move! Don't move! It's dangerous. "

Fang Lin was so scared that she laid on the ground and didn't dare to move. She watched as the rock and mud fell into the valley from her side.

Bian Liang stretched his hand forward and tried a few times. There was still a bit of distance between his two hands. Bian Liang looked around for help, but no one was there. What should he do? Once again, he grabbed the trunk with one hand and leaned his entire body downwards, while his other hand tried to stretch forward as much as possible. The purple-red scarf draped over his body fell down, almost falling down the hillside. Bian Liang quivered. He quickly got up and tied the scarf to the tree trunk and threw the other end to his mother.

As if she had grasped onto a life-saving straw, Fang Lin's younger sister grabbed the scarf with both hands and used all her strength to carefully climb up. Finally, the two cold hands pulled together, and a warm current surged through her entire body.

Fang Linmei finally came up, and tears flowed out once again, flowing onto her ashen and ashen face. Her clothes were in a mess as she gasped for breath. She collapsed on the mountain road, exhausted. Her red and swollen palm was bleeding.

Bian Liang wanted to help his mother up, but she shook her head slightly.

Bian Liang deliberately avoided his mother's embarrassing appearance. His bull-like eyes protruded out as he stared blankly at the distant hill. His eyes were filled with melancholy and helplessness.

After resting for a moment, Fang Linmei tremblingly got up. Her entire body was powerless as if she had broken up. Her heart was pounding. She patted the dirt off her body and followed behind the bright light as she walked out of the mountain step by step. After the fright just now, Fang Linmei, who was originally feeling weak from being carsick, was now trembling all over. Every step she took weighed as much as a thousand kilograms.