His aunt finally came a week later. Meng Fu had the illusion that Gu Ze might have called his aunt for him, and then quickly shook his head at the bottom of his heart. How could it be? How could he help himself.

"Meng Fu, my aunt has been very busy these months. Don't blame my aunt for not coming to see you." Meng Yu looked apologetic.

"It's all right. I'm already very happy that my aunt can come. Just aunt, can you bring Xiaoyi here next time? "

Meng Yu was obviously embarrassed. "Meng Fu, you know Xiao Yi's IQ is only five years old. We always told him that you can't come back to see him when you study abroad. If you bring him to prison, he will be very sad. Later, he will say that his brother is in prison and the influence is not good. Can you understand my aunt? "

"Aunt, I understand."

His eyes were full of loss. He knew that his aunt didn't want to see Xiaoyi. He thought of what Guze told him about Xiaoyi's pollen allergy. He asked tentatively, "aunt, you must pay attention to Xiaoyi's pollen allergy."

"Xiao Yi is allergic to pollen. Why don't I know? No wonder I asked him to hold a bunch of flowers last time. Later, he had a red rash. Fortunately, he went to the doctor in time. My aunt will never let Xiaoyi touch the flowers now. " Meng Yu was surprised and thought of the last time. She explained to Meng Fu with regret.

The sincere face didn't show the slightest clue. Meng Fu wondered if he should believe his aunt. Maybe what Guze told him was false?

He couldn't tell the true from the false. Even if he noticed Meng Yu's hiding, he couldn't help it. Xiaoyi needed someone to take care of him. "Aunt, the money in that card is enough to feed Xiaoyi. You can also use it to buy something you like."

"Where will I use your money?" Clearly said shirking words, but it was difficult to hide a smile in his eyes.

"Aunt, you must take good care of Xiaoyi. I will repay you when I come out."

Meng Yugen didn't care about Meng Fu's reward. What did a man who came out of prison reward him? However, she knew clearly that Meng Yi was Meng Fu's weakness.

Five years later.

He didn't know how he spent his time. He went out for ventilation, mining and painting the wall. Five years passed. His height grew a lot unconsciously, and the law books beside his bed were rotten.

My aunt hasn't seen him for a long time. At first, Gu Ze used various words to stimulate him and hurt him. Later, he didn't say anything. Occasionally, he just looked at him quietly and didn't say anything until the prison visit time was up.

He forgot to count the time and didn't even know when his birthday was spent.

Until he received a birthday gift.

It was the first time he had received a gift in five years, but he didn't want to accept it.

"Today is your birthday. This is a gift for you." Guze looked at him and slowly opened the birthday cake. The candle on it said 23. He was 23 years old, so fast.

"Why did you celebrate my birthday?" He watched him light up the birthday candle, watching his eyes flicker in the weak light, in a trance, not very clear.

"Because I have good news to tell you, because your performance is good, you may be commuted." Guzeton paused, "but who's right? People like you can also commute their sentences, even those who don't let go of their unborn children. I celebrate your birthday to congratulate you on your commutation, but who knows what will happen after you get out of prison. Meng Fu, guess what happens if you get out of prison? "

"I don't know."

The candle burned inch by inch, like someone's crying tears, dripping on the cake.

The temperature of the candle failed to melt the cold on Guze's face.

Meng Fu didn't know whether what Guze said was true or false, whether he could get out of prison, and what would happen to him when he got out of prison. But anyway, he was too eager to leave here.

He yearned for freedom and the air outside the prison.

But he can't give himself more expectations. He is more afraid of endless disappointment after hope.

"Blow out the candles. Come on, it's over. " He looked at Meng Fu motionless and pretended to be enlightened. "Oh, by the way, I forgot to make a wish before blowing candles."

"Mr. Gu."

Wishing is always an illusion. He is tired of the illusion.

"Why, don't you have a wish?"

He shook his head.

"That's a pity. It's my cake. Throw it away if you don't eat. I look forward to your good news. " Guze smiled and turned away.

How can you get the murderer out of prison so easily.

There are always some things that people can't imagine. For example, he can really get commutation, and for example, there is something wrong with his commutation.

Everyone in the prison congratulated him on his impending release. However, a prosecutor accused him of bad conduct, stealing and produced specific evidence.

He was accused by a man in his fifties who he didn't know. The details were realistic, and there was even material evidence. The man really had his fingerprints on his wallet.

"It's not me. It's all slander." He cried excitedly.

But no one would believe him.

Commutation failed.

He knew it was the ghost of Guze, and he decided it was the ghost of Guze.

"Meng Fu, someone wants to punish you on purpose. You tell brother, brother, let the people outside go to the whole. " Di Jun comforted and thought that he could spend some ability to commute his sentence to seven years after being sentenced to 11 years for smuggling. Meng Fu is afraid that he has provoked people who shouldn't be provoked.

He shook his head and Guze would not let him go.

He admitted that he had been full of guilt for Guze, but at this moment it all turned into hate.

The man extinguished his hope. The man let him stay in prison for two more years.

"I hate him now, but I know I have no right to hate him because I deserve all this." His eyes looked at the distance, his thoughts seemed empty, or he was taken to a distant place.

Or maybe he just wants to get his spirit out of the world and get a moment of relief.

His eyes closed slowly, and his brain suddenly flashed a lot of clips. In the video he saw, the woman lying in a pool of blood, saw Guze's angry face and the two burned candles.

He deserves, two living lives. He deserves all this.

"Mr. Gu. Meng Fu's commutation failed. " The Secretary stood beside Guze and said.

"Really? That's nice. " Gu Ze's eyes were happy. He picked up his coffee, turned his chair and looked out of the window. How could that kind of person come out so soon.

"Mr. Gu, I don't know if I should say something." The young male secretary hesitated.

"Say."

"Miss he has been dead for five years, and you have been alone for five years. You should be able to find a partner."

Guze put down his cup, turned his chair back, and raised his eyebrows slightly. "My father advised you to say so."

"Yes, but I also hope Mr. Gu can find someone he likes." He has followed Guze for so many years. Except for he Manyu, those women come and go from Guze. They have never seen Guze take it seriously.

It is really he Manyu's position in Guze's heart that no one can replace, but if he Manyu wasn't pregnant, Guze didn't want to get married at all.

He can't understand Guze, or Guze's persistence in he Manyu.

"You're not in charge of these things. I'm in a good mood today. You leave work early." Guze doesn't seem to be influenced by the Secretary's words.

The secretary looked at the faint smile on Guze's lips. He knew why he could get a rare opportunity to leave work early, because Meng Fu, the man Guze hated very much.

Over the past five years, he has collected too much information about Meng Fu and the people around him. Sometimes he takes pictures of Meng Fu when he is in the air in the upstairs of a factory next to the prison.

Guze always looks for a long time, staring at the person in the picture, as if to see through him.

There are several photo albums in the drawer of his desk, all of which are Meng Fu's. Gu Ze has a vicious hatred in his eyes, like the fangs of a poisonous snake, biting Meng Fu's neck. He ingested chronic venom. He wants to watch Meng Fu die bit by bit.

The most he said to Meng Fu was, "you might as well commit suicide."

He concluded that even if he said so, Meng Fu would never commit suicide.

If Meng Fu really committed suicide, he would find it boring.

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