Dream Guide

Of course, Yu Jianguo couldn't meet Zhao Pengcheng in a separate interview room like Qingmu or the lawyer. The place where they met was separated by a thick glass, as if one was a bank employee and the other was a customer who came to deposit money. The glass is fully enclosed and the sound insulation is very good. You can only speak through the intercom.

They have no relatives. This is the first time they have met someone like this since they were imprisoned, and they both feel fresh and sad.

Old Yu is thinner than before, and his hair is all white, like a real old man.

As Zhao Pengcheng watched, his throat suddenly choked up and he cried. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but the rich and suppressed human emotions suddenly burst out, leaving him a little overwhelmed. But he didn't want to stop, he had been suppressing it for too long. And he knew that this might be the last time he saw him.

Lao Yu didn't expect Zhao Pengcheng to cry so hard, and his eyes were red. He repeatedly comforted: "Pengcheng, don't cry, ah, don't cry!"

"Uncle Yu...you are getting old!..." Zhao Pengcheng sobbed and said, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

Yu Jianguo hadn't heard him call "Uncle Yu" for many years, and he couldn't hold back his tears. He said, "Baby, I'm old, it doesn't matter what I do, but you are still young!"

"Uncle, I'm fine." Zhao Pengcheng wiped his face and laughed. From the moment he saw Lao Yu, he truly let go of his mental arithmetic.

"Hey, I know, I know you're fine." Old Yu also smiled, "That's why I didn't bring anything. I know you're fine and you don't need it."

Zhao Pengcheng understood what Lao Yu said, and he also knew that Lao Yu understood what he said.

"Uncle, don't worry, I will be fine. You have to take care of yourself in the future."

"Don't worry, I have someone to take care of me. It's fine."

This meeting was very brief, and Zhao Pengcheng did not even ask how Yu Jianguo came out. He believed that the person who could get Yu Jianguo out of prison must be able to take good care of him. He also knew that in order for Yu Jianguo to live well, he must live well and reflect his value. Yu Jianguo's happiness in his later years depends entirely on the value of Zhao Pengcheng.

Returning to the work area, Zhao Pengcheng continued working as if nothing had happened.

I worked overtime again that day, and after loading the goods with the driver of the manufacturer, the driver smoked cigarettes for the armed policeman on duty and the prison guard supervising their work, and also threw a cigarette to him. Zhao Pengcheng didn't know how to smoke, but he still took it and clamped it on his ear.

The driver said with a smile: "I will probably have to work overtime tomorrow. Work is tight these days, so you are all lucky!"

The armed policeman looked serious. Although he lit a cigarette, he did not speak. But the prison guard complained: "You guys, how can you work so day and night? Fortunately, we are here. If it were in a factory, the workers wouldn't be able to rebel!"

The driver said: "This is the last batch. Once we finish it, there will be no big work. After finishing this batch, everyone can have a good rest and wait for the New Year!"

The prison guard said: "No, we can't live without work. If there is no work at your place, I will have to take them to compete with other squadrons for work."

The driver chuckled and said, "Then I don't know. Let your leader discuss it with our leader."

The prison guard said, "How come you are the only one here these two days, where is Gong Liu?" The Gong Liu he was talking about was the inspector. In the past, the inspector and the driver came together.

The driver said: "The factory is busy and Mr. Liu can't leave."

A few people chatted for a while, and the driver took the order and asked the prison guard and the armed police on duty to sign it, and then drove away.

Zhao Pengcheng saw that it was still early and returned to the prison cell as required. The roommates are already asleep. He washed briefly, squatted in the toilet, took the cigarette out of his ear, dug out the cigarette paper with his nails, cleaned the tobacco and spread it flat, and it became a small note. He glanced at the faint writing on the note, smiled slightly, and quickly threw the note, tobacco and cigarette butts into the water to wash them away.

Then, he calmly came to his bunk and fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning, Zhao Pengcheng came to the computer room and, in accordance with the requirements of the training specialist, conducted a test on the prisoners who were being trained, and sorted out all the documents they wrote and put them in a special folder. This work took him a little time, and it was already past dinner time when he finished it.

Lunch in the prison was the only meal that included meat. There were only pickles, porridge and steamed buns in the morning and evening. He touched his empty stomach and felt a little pity. He smiled to himself and went to the work area to report.

The workload on this day was heavy, and circuit boards piled up like mountains. The prisoners had complaints but did not dare to say more, and could only protest in silent silence. The atmosphere on the construction site seemed particularly depressing.

Zhao Pengcheng checked the semi-finished product and the final product against the drawings over and over again, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes. He had an empty stomach, and he ate dinner in a hurry, which made his stomach slightly uncomfortable.

When night fell, the driver first took away a batch of boards and said he would come back in the middle of the night to pick up a second batch. He told Zhao Pengcheng that he must check carefully for the last time.

Everyone was busy until late at night, and Zhao Pengcheng was left alone waiting to hand over to the driver who came back to pick up the goods. The prison guard who oversaw the work yawned and cursed all the time.

The chickens raised by farmers in the distance began to crow, and then they heard the rumble of the truck's engine. The driver got out of the car and kept saying sorry and asked Zhao Pengcheng to load the car. He took out his cigarette and went to get close to the supervisor and the armed police.

Zhao Pengcheng climbed into the compartment of the van and saw a person sitting in the corner of the van in the dim light. He looked closer and saw that the man was wearing the same prison uniform as him, with shackles on his feet, and his face was somewhat similar to his.

The two looked at each other and smiled, but neither said a word. Zhao Pengcheng only saw a touch of sadness in the man's eyes.

Zhao Pengcheng sat down, and the man climbed out of the carriage and started loading. At this time, the driver also came to help move. The supervisor yawned and said, "You guys move it, I'll take a nap for a while, and come to the duty room to sign for me later."

Boxes of packed circuit boards were loaded onto the car, quickly blocking the light that shone into the car. Zhao Pengcheng sat in the corner of the carriage, carefully controlling his breathing to prevent the dust raised by the box from causing him to cough.

Darkness quickly enveloped him.

It seemed like a long time before he heard the door of the carriage slam shut, the engine of the car roared, and then his body shook and jolted. He knew that the truck was heading towards the gate of the prison.

In the work area, another "Zhao Pengcheng" dragged his tired body and moved the scattered redundant cartons and circuit boards into the warehouse. The armed policeman on duty looked at him with some confusion. Just as he was about to walk over, the prison guard who oversaw the work came over, handed him a cigarette and said, "Finally, it's over. You won't have to suffer so much in the future."

The armed policeman took the cigarette and said with a smile: "You are done, I still have to be on duty."

The prison guard helped him light the cigarette, and then shouted to "Zhao Pengcheng" in the distance: "Just squint in the warehouse and don't go back to the prison cell. It will be dawn soon."

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At dawn, Zhao Pengcheng's prison guard came together with several prison guards and brought out "Zhao Pengcheng" who was sleeping in the warehouse. The prison guard read out the prison’s decision:

"Zhao Pengcheng, in view of your recent performance, you have made great progress and achievements in both ideological consciousness and labor reform. Opinions on your sentence commutation have been submitted. It has been decided to transfer you to the Sixth Ward to assist For the training work over there, these two are your new managers and instructors."

"Zhao Pengcheng" nodded blankly and followed the two prison guards from the Sixth Ward.