AB Gate: The Second Half of a Corrupt Official's Life

Chapter 34

Xie Tianming woke up from the thunder. He got up and saw Pan Jiajie sitting on the bed, and asked in a low voice, "Is it raining?"

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound like running water, rushing, especially clear at dawn.

Pan Jiajie stared at the small window on the back wall of the cell, seemingly not hearing Xie Tianming's question, and chanted to himself: "One night, light thunder falls and thousands of threads fall, and the light of day is uneven. The sentient peony contains spring tears, powerless The rose lies on the dawn branch."

"Old Pan?!" Xie Tianming raised his voice.

Pan Jiajie woke up with a start and glanced at him blankly.

Xie Tianming said: "You are too thoughtful. I don't think so. You can't force anything. It's better to let nature take its course. Oh... I also think of a poem to encourage you."

"What poem?" Lu Benchuan also woke up and poked his head out to ask.

"Green straw hats, green coir raincoats, you don't have to go back in the slanting wind and drizzle." Xie Tianming chanted enthusiastically.

"Old Xie, you have really changed." Lu Benchuan sighed, "I remember the few days when we first met, it was also such a rainy night, when you recited that poem, but you were not so free and easy..."

"That's right..." Pan Jiajie also sighed, "That poem... I remembered it after listening to it once... But I... am not as free and easy as you, alas..."

"You can remember it after listening to it once? What poem?" Wu Youming poked his head out and asked curiously.

"It's better not to know. After I heard it, I suffered from insomnia for a few days anyway..." Pan Jiajie shook his head and sighed.

"Oh? What poem? So godlike? Tell me." Wu Youming became more and more curious.

"Really want to know?" Pan Jiajie looked at him.

Wu Youming nodded repeatedly, and looked at him with fawning eyes.

"Your question is that there is no date for returning, and the night rain in Bashan floods the autumn pond. Why cut the candles in the west window together, but talk about the night rain in Bashan." Lu Benchuan chanted, his voice a little sad.

When Wu Youming heard it, even though he didn't understand it, he still understood the meaning of the poem. He buried his head in thought, and after a while, his face was full of frustration.

After dawn, the rain suddenly stopped, and a red sun rose, and the light mist covering the city was immediately covered with a soft glow, swaying and swaying like a dream.

Qingshui Prison also woke up from a deep sleep, and high-spirited singing came from various prison areas.

Xie Tianming came to the corridor, took a deep breath, and breathed out a breath of freshness. He slowly let it out, looking at everything around him, the barbed wire fence, the high wall, and those all-too-familiar things under the high wall. Flowers and grass, and groups of people in gray clothes and gray trousers walking in neat steps... He suddenly felt a kind of attachment, a kind of reluctance...

At [-] o'clock in the morning, after a short listing ceremony, Xie Tianming was the first to step into the podium of the speaking venue. He looked at the people below, and suddenly forgot the manuscript he had been familiar with. He stood on the podium, staring blankly. at a loss.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... more than ten seconds... half a minute.

Wen Shou was anxious, and stared at Ma Xingyu fiercely.

Ma Xingyu was in a hurry more than anyone else, he had been drawing Xie Tianming constantly, hinting him to start.But Xie Tianming stood there dumbfounded as if he hadn't seen him at all.

Wang Bingsong seemed to have noticed something, and asked Wen Shouwei: "What's going on?"

Xie Tianming suddenly murmured, "My daughter...is already waiting for me outside..."

The voice came from the heart, although it was very soft, but there was a shocking force in the desolate charm, penetrating the chest of everyone present.

Xie Tianming was still immersed in that feeling of sadness or joy, still muttering to himself: "Father, mother, second brother, and my poor nephew all died because of me...my All relatives are gone, only my daughter is left..."

His expression was bleak, and all the people present were moved by him.

Wen Shouwei stood up and reminded him, "Old Xie, what's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"

Xie Tianming came back to his senses and smiled apologetically: "I lost my temper, I lost my temper, I'm sorry..." After finishing speaking, he bowed deeply.

Wang Bingsong applauded first, and applause immediately erupted in the venue.

Xie Tianming bowed deeply again and began to talk. At the beginning, he occasionally glanced at the speech script, and after a while, it was like a routine, and he spoke in a fluent manner. He unknowingly put the speech script on the podium, and gesticulated and described his feelings over the years .

"I've been thinking about a question for the past few days. What will I do after I go out? Go back to my hometown, work at sunrise, rest at sunset, and end my life? Or should I do something meaningful?" Xie Tianming paused at this point For a moment, he seemed to be thinking about something, wondering and hesitating.

The venue burst into applause again.

Xie Tianming seemed inspired, and continued: "Yesterday, another county party secretary, Wu Youming, came in again. He is the person my second wife wants to marry. To be honest, I don't even know how I feel..."

At this time, the flashlights of a group of reporters kept flashing.

Xie Tianming smiled: "Comrade reporter, what I feel is not the issue of divorce and remarriage, but why our party members and cadres are 'rotten' before the meeting?"

The flash flashed again and again.

Xie Tianming went on to say: "Pan Jiajie wrote a book, and I also want to write a book, describing my crime and reform process truthfully, and studying how to give full play to inner-party democracy and realize the direct election of local party secretaries. If I can give some warnings to our party members and cadres, and provide some references for the party, I think I am worthy of my relatives who died because of me, and I am worthy of saving me from the prison."

Next is Lu Benchuan. Different from the previous two, he combined his own criminal process and focused on analyzing the relationship between "elegant corruption" and the cultural relics market, how "elegant corruption" laundered money in the cultural relics market, and proposed that the country Supervision of the cultural relics market should be strengthened, legislation should be improved, and certain officials should be prevented from using this market to launder money.

"My report is over, thank you all the leaders." Lu Benchuan said, and then bowed deeply, "To be honest, from the perspective of pleading guilty and repenting, I am not worthy to stand here and speak out..."

He took out an envelope and shook it.

Ma Xingyu immediately broke into a cold sweat, and couldn't care less, and immediately ordered the police to take him away from the scene.

All the people present were unexpected, and they were thinking in their hearts that this appearance was a failure, not only Wen Shouwei lost face, but also Wang Bingsong, the deputy secretary of the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection, also lost face.

Guard Wen stood up and said calmly, "Director Ma, let him finish his sentence."

Lu Benchuan lowered his head, and after a while, he raised his head, took a deep breath, and said, "I still have more sins..."

After Lu Benchuan finished speaking, he lowered his head, held the envelope in both hands, and stretched it out.

The venue seemed to freeze, and people seemed to be able to hear each other's breathing.

Wang Bingsong stood up and applauded vigorously.

There was prolonged applause at the venue.

After the applause subsided, Wang Bingsong asked the host: "Commissioner Xu Changli, what's the next agenda?"

"Report to the secretary, to visit the prison."

"I see, add an agenda, we send Xie Tianming and Pan Jiajie off."

Wang Bingsong took the hands of Xie Tianming and Pan Jiajie respectively, and walked slowly towards the gate.They didn't expect that it was Wang Bingsong and more than fifty leaders who saw them off, and they were very sincere and fearful.

"I look forward to seeing your manuscript soon!" Wang Bingsong patted Xie Tianming and said.

With tears in his eyes, Xie Tianming nodded vigorously.

"I look forward to your next work!" He said to Pan Jiajie again.

Pan Jiajie also nodded repeatedly, too excited to speak.

Xie Xiaowan and Wen Ziping walked over holding Pingping's hand, called out to her father, then squatted down, pointed to Xie Tianming and said, "Pingping, this is Dad, call him Dad."

Pingping looked at Xie Tianming timidly, and called out to his father in a low voice.

Xie Tianming looked at them suspiciously, Xie Xiaowan said a few words in his ear, he bent down and hugged Pingping, looked at Pingping, hesitated for a moment, kissed Pingping on the face, then waved to Wang Bingsong and the others, one step away Go back slowly.

Pan Jiajie didn't look back, he walked very fast, and disappeared in the crowd in a blink of an eye.

"If Pan Jiajie knew that his son and wife were waiting for him, today's presentation might be even more exciting..." Chen Li said regretfully as she lingered to Wen Shouwei's side.

"He has a good home, which is more exciting than anything else!" Wen Shouwei said with a smile.

When Wen Shouwei was accompanying Wang Bingsong and his party to visit the prison, Ma Xingyu received a report from the special police team that Pan Jiajie had returned suddenly and wanted to see Director Wen Shouwei, Deputy Prison Director Ma Xudong and Director Chen Li.They said that the leader is very busy now and told him to leave, but he knelt at the prison gate and refused to leave, insisting on seeing him.Later, his wife also came and knelt down with him.

Chen Li knew what was going on, so she asked the guards to see him or not.

Wen Shouwei smiled: "It's better not to see."

When Wang Bingsong asked what was going on, Wen Shouwei briefly talked about Pan Jiajie and Wu Shuangshuang.

Wang Bingsong said happily: "You have not only saved a person, but also a family. What is a family? It is family affection. A happy, complete and harmonious family is the cell of social development and the foundation of our country's stability, harmony and vitality. You did a great job on this!"

"However, I really appreciate Wu Shuangshuang's personality. She must insist that Pan Jiajie must pass the test of prison reform before she agrees to accept Pan Jiajie." Ma Xingyu said.

"When a door closes for you, there must be a window open for you. It's like the AB door of a prison..." Chen Li said.

"This is also the cuteness and horror of your women!" Ma Xingyu laughed.

Wang Bingsong and his party all laughed.

Before the laughter fell, Ma Xudong ran over quickly, pulled Ma Xingyu aside and reported that Wu Youming, who was new yesterday, attempted to commit suicide.

A year later, Yangchun March.

The sun was shining brightly, the sky was high and the clouds were light.A police car slowly stopped at the end of the country road.When Chen Li got off the car, Wen Ziping and the pregnant Xie Xiaowan went up to her.

Chen Li smiled and hugged Xie Xiaowan: "How many months?"

"Six months."

Chen Li turned to Wen Ziping and reproached her, "Ziping, Xiaowan is so bumpy, don't you feel bad?"

Xie Xiaowan smiled brightly: "Sister, I want to come by myself." She pointed to the front, "Look, Dad is here." Xie Tianming was dressed in coarse clothes and was energetic. He led Pingping and walked slowly on the mountain road.

Pingping asked, "Father, where are we going?"

"Let's go see Mom."

"Where is mother?"

"Mom, Mom is at the station leading to heaven!"

(End of this chapter)