From Body to Love

The second person who came to see Meng Fu in the detention center was a strange man. The man was tall and handsome, and his face showed a spirit of killing.

The moment he saw Meng Fu coming out of the door, he stared at Meng Fu. His eyes were full of hatred and anger. If it was not illegal to kill, Meng Fu had no doubt that the man would kill him immediately.

"I'm Gu Ze, he Manyu's husband."

Meng Fu looked at the man, his palm gently curled up, and the handcuffs made a small clear sound. He had no face to face the dead woman's husband, "I'm sorry."

He also those two lives, only a heavy sorry, accumulated all his guilt.

"What's the use of sorry? Man Yu died and my child died, but you murderer lived well. You should die, too. If you wait, I'll find the best lawyer. Even if you can't be sentenced to death, I have to let you stay in prison for a longer time. "

"Sorry."

He didn't know what else to say.

Gu Ze looked at him. Meng Fu lowered his head and looked at his chin almost down to his collar. He thought that evil people in this world are often good-looking people.

Meng Fu in front of him is like this. He is gentle and beautiful, but he can run into people and escape.

He took out a piece of paper from his side bag, moved it to the opposite side of the table, facing Meng Fu, "this is your admission notice, a big one."

"How did you get it?" Really should help him throw it away. How did Guze get it.

"Find something to get directly from your school." Gu Ze observed Meng Fu's expression and looked at the hope for the future in his eyes. Then when Meng Fu's finger approached the notice, he quickly pulled it back, "but you don't need it."

He looked sideways at Meng Fu, and then tore the notice into pieces under Meng Fu's gaze.

That thin piece of paper was his hard work in the cold window for more than ten years. He knew that the university had nothing to do with him from the moment he stepped into the cell, but his heart still hurt when he saw it with his own eyes.

"Very sad." Gu Ze examined Meng Fu's silence. "This sadness is nothing compared with mine."

"Sorry, I will be punished by the law."

"Hum." Gu Ze sneered. He looked at the torn piece of paper. Meng Fu's name had been torn in half, "I won't let you live."

The moment he returned to prison, his mind was still thinking about the pile of broken notices.

How sad that his dream had ended before it had begun.

Meng Fu is more and more upset. He doesn't know how Meng Yi is now or how many years he will be sentenced. It will take at least seven years for a traffic accident to escape and cause death.

He didn't get a light chance. He only celebrated his 18th birthday two months ago. If he goes to jail, what should Meng Yi do.

The court trial soon arrived. The prosecutor asked him whether to hire a lawyer. He shook his head and refused. When the court wanted to appoint a lawyer for legal aid, he also refused.

Standing alone opposite the judge, he listened to the prosecutor's charges against him one by one. Behind him sat his aunt, Xie Zhenzhen, and Gu Ze on the plaintiff's bench.

"According to Article 133 of the criminal law of the people's Republic of China, the defendant Meng Fu was sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of 7 years."

In just a few hours, the verdict came out.

Seven years, really long.

He had to count how much time he had to go through and how much suffering he had to step on.

When he walked out of the court in handcuffs, his aunt said to him, "Meng Fu, Xiaoyi is with me. Don't worry."

"Well, thank you, aunt."

Before he stepped out of the door, he heard Guze yell at the lawyer, "how do you do things? He killed two people. Why is it seven years?"

"He has a good attitude of admitting his mistake and has no intention of committing a crime subjectively. In addition, he has just turned 18. Perhaps based on this factor, the judge will consider it when convicting and sentencing. In criminal cases over the years, it will not exceed 15 years at most. Mr. Gu, I have tried my best. " The lawyer explained in a low voice.

"No noise in court." The judge who had not yet retired struck the gavel and warned.

Guze bit his teeth and twitched his facial muscles. He soon recovered his calm mood. He strode away from the plaintiff's seat. When Meng Fu was taken by the bailiff, he turned around and said something Meng Fu would never forget in his life, "your suffering has just begun."

Out of the court, Guze pointed to the bridge of the lawyer's nose and scolded angrily, "what fucking lawyer are you? Don't you say you have a sentence of 15 years? Why don't you sue him for 15 years. Also, I asked you to treat the judge with gifts. Did you send them? "

"Mr. Gu, I sent it and invited it. The gift was returned and the judge refused."

"You won't change a fucking court to sue. You won't find another lawyer. I paid you a lot of money. I just let you say a few words in court?"

Seven years, Meng Fu, a murderer, can't just go to jail for seven years.

The lawyer wanted to explain the issue of jurisdiction with Guze, but considering that Guze was angry and wouldn't listen to his explanation, he said, "don't worry, Mr. Gu, the prison is a place that eats people and doesn't spit bones. I'm afraid it won't take seven years. Young people like Meng Fu will be tortured."

His anger eased a little, and Guze sneered, "that's right. I'm afraid he can't last for months."

From the beginning to the end of the trial, Meng Fu knew that Xie Zhenzhen sitting behind him was watching him until his aunt and Guze left, and the girl was still following him.

"Officer uncle, can I have a word with him?"

Perhaps it was because Xie Zhenzhen's face was full of sympathy. The two bailiffs looked at each other and agreed tacitly.

"Only seven years, very short." Xie Zhenzhen wiped her tears, squeezed out a smile on her face, and comforted herself by hypnosis, "I'm waiting for you."

"Don't wait for me, we broke up." He wanted to raise his hand to wipe Xie Zhenzhen's tears, but it was just a slight gesture, and the crisp sound of handcuffs came to his ears.

The tiny sound was like a sharp knife across his heart.

Meng Fu put down his hand, held it honestly and hung in front of him.

He didn't have the courage to touch Xie Zhenzhen.

"You agreed to break up. I haven't agreed yet." Her voice was full of tears. She lowered her head and wiped her tears with her hands. "I have to date you, watch movies, eat delicious food, travel and so many things between lovers. How can we break up?"

"Really." Meng Fu raised his tone and interrupted her. He turned to the bailiff and said, "let's go."

It's impossible to be together. Why add hope? Xie Zhen is the daughter of a rich family, and he has no future. Two parallel lines, why waste your energy to yearn for intersection.