in2ebook Chapter 290 Tell him that his wife is still alive
Chapter 290 Tell him that his wife is still alive
"Not on purpose?"
"........."
Nian Zhi took a deep breath and said to him softly in a tone that tried to comfort the man: "...I know I shouldn't deceive you. In fact...can we talk about it when we go back? I can explain it to you. "
Song Wenjing nodded. He didn't have the habit of standing on the road and talking to people. He really wanted the whole world to know that this woman was clearly his, but to some extent, he was still a little wary of her thoughts.
"boarding."
The driver had been waiting in the car. When he saw Song Wenjing and Nian Zhi approaching, he quickly opened the door and got out of the car. He heard Song Wenjing order him, "Go back, I can drive the car myself."
The driver nodded respectfully. Song Wenjing stuffed Nian Zhi into the passenger seat, stretched her long legs, walked around the front of the car, and got directly into the car.
The whole journey was speechless. Song Wenjing was obviously angry and jealous. He didn't say anything, but the car was driving very fast. But Nian Zhi was struggling all the way. How should she explain to him best?
Tell the truth?
Or... avoid the important and take the easy?
In fact, she didn't need to tell him too much about what she wanted to talk to Ye Jinglan, because she always knew in her heart that it was impossible for a shrewd man like Song Wenjing to know everything, but she also understood that he was angry now. , probably only two points——
She deceived him. She directly denied her relationship with him in front of Ye Jinglan and completely ignored it.
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So, how is she going to explain this situation?
She really had a headache. Nian Zhi propped her elbows on the car window, gently pressed her temples with her slender fingers, and twisted her eyebrows to think about this problem seriously - she hadn't tried to explain it to a man yet, but she was still like this. Under the circumstances... Do you want to ask Chenchen?
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City B, prison.
It’s another day of relaxation time, the weather is still very good, there are prisoners in prison uniforms squatting on the ground in twos and threes, some of them are on good terms, and they occasionally chat a few words, and some of them are alone looking at the 7 or 8 people tall. The city walls and the light in the eyes are full of desire.
Eager to go out.
Still in the same position, the two women squatted there, one holding her knees with both hands, the other holding a branch, writing and drawing on the ground.
"...Ahem, there are still three days left. I'm going out. Everyone has helped me get through to the outside. Do you really have nothing to do with me? Oh, it's really terrible. You just think I'm being kind. I can't bear it. Seeing that you, a woman, have been locked up here for the rest of your life, if there is anything you want me to help you with, tell me now, this is your last chance."
The woman beside him still didn't seem to have much reaction.
The woman who spoke was still somewhat helpless, but she really wanted to help her. After all, in the past few years, the two of them had always squatted together whenever they were out for fun. Although there would be no communication, in such a cold and ruthless place, the so-called sympathy is the most unnecessary emotion, but the human heart is always fleshy, and she didn't know why, every time she looked at her squatting silently There, it was like a ghost drawing a talisman, and she didn’t know what it was writing, but it always made her feel that this skinny woman exuded strong resentment. She never opened her mouth to speak, but she was shouting every minute. ——How wronged I am.
Perhaps, it is precisely because he has been imprisoned here for so many years that he can realize that living in such a world is like living in hell.
She was probably really overflowing with sympathy, right?
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However, she also felt that her good intentions were being treated like a donkey. Obviously, this woman did not appreciate it.
Holding back her desire to sigh, she looked at the still motionless woman beside her and shook her head. Just as she was about to stand up, she suddenly caught sight of the woman beside her and said a word on the ground.
Her movements were sudden.
Over the years, I have seen her writing and drawing on the ground every day. This is the first time I have seen her write a word seriously.
year……
It's the word "year".
The woman frowned and looked at the woman next to her with some surprise. She still didn't speak, but she quickly erased the word "年" in front of her, and then wrote another word "东".
At this moment, the woman finally realized that she should be writing a person's name - Nian Dong?
The woman coughed lightly and looked around cautiously. Recently, whenever they went out for a break, the prison guards were not around them. They were safe people. But obviously, she was very cautious. Even if there were no prison guards around, she quickly put that " The word "东" was painted out, and finally the word "明" was written.
——Nian Dongming?
She must have read it right, right? Nian Dongming?
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Who is this?
As soon as this idea flashed through the woman's mind, the woman holding a thin branch next to her drew a city name on the words - City C.
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Then she raised her head and saw that this was this woman. After entering this prison and being with her for so many years, this was the first time she really looked at her. She frowned. The sallow-faced woman in front of her looked at her deeply. Looking at himself, those pupils with almost no light seemed to be conveying a message of desire to himself.
This time, the woman finally knew that she was not really mute, she probably didn't dare to speak.
She must be burdened with something ulterior, so she is here. She has been locked up for five years. Maybe she will never have a chance to go out in her lifetime.
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Seeing that she lowered her head quickly, a line of words was quickly written on the ground on a small branch, and then quickly erased.
——Tell him that his wife is still alive.