Chapter 617 I only have you (44)
At the beginning, Song Zhiqiang was injured by drunkenness and caused Liang Wenjing's death. The court convicted Song Zhiqiang of negligent wounding and sentenced him to 12 years in prison.
But because Song Zhiqiang performed well in prison, the court reduced his sentence appropriately in accordance with relevant regulations.
Now, it is exactly his eleventh year in prison.
Song Zhiqiang was sitting on the sofa at Yun Si's house, and when Hehe was drinking tea, Yun Si sat opposite him and touched the hand of the young man beside him.
At some point, his hand became very cold, like a piece of ice.
His fingertips were pale, and even a little trembling.
Yun Si looked at him.
He lowered his head and said nothing.
The beautiful side face was shrouded in shadows, her complexion was slightly pale, and her eyelashes were trembling.
After Yun Si's hand touched his, he almost subconsciously grabbed her hand.
Tightly, as if afraid that she would not want him.
Yun Si held him reassuringly, patted him, and then looked at Song Zhiqiang who had just been released from prison,
Song Zhiqiang was wearing off-white overalls with stubble on his face, and he was dragging a sack by his side.
He also sat stiffly, with his legs close together, and looked over.
seems to want to say something.
After many years, Song Zhiqiang has no relatives around him.
He came this time, probably to find his own son.
Yunsi knew it well, so she spoke first, "Uncle Song, after so many years, are you... all right?"
Song Zhiqiang put down the hot tea, smiled, and replied,
"It's okay, the food in the prison is full, but there is no oil and water."
"But I just came out now, and I don't have any money with me, so I just thought, let's see how my son is doing now."
Song Zhiqiang's eyes were on Song Jing.
"After so many years, I never thought that my son would grow so tall and so big."
"Speaking of which, I still want to thank you for your care."
"Xiao Jing, thank you, are you there?"
He just came back, and he returned to the original appearance of berating orders.
Song Jing lowered his head, tightly grasping Yun Si's hand, the fingertips were icy cold.
He was shaking, and still... scared.
Yun Si smiled, and changed the subject without a trace,
"You're welcome, uncle. Brother Song Jing is very obedient and didn't cause us any trouble. Besides, brother Song Jing also helped us a lot. My mother often said that he was worry-free."
"Speaking of which, what's your plan when uncle comes out this time? Is he going to find another job?"
Song Zhiqiang waved his hand, "I plan to go back to my hometown. I still have a few acres of land reserved for me. I plan to plant some grapes."
"I heard from them that the market for grapes is very good now. If there are more varieties, maybe a new house can be built in the next two years."
“Of course, grapes can still make wine, and it is said that the price of wine sells better.”
Song Zhiqiang has not been able to drink for many years, and he has long been greedy for alcohol.
This time, I plan to work with a few old buddies. I plan to buy grape trellises in my hometown and start a winery.
At that time, wouldn’t it be a wonderful day to be able to earn money and drink alcohol at the same time?
"I know, it must be very abrupt to come here suddenly now, and it also makes Xiaojing very uncomfortable."
Song Zhiqiang stood up slowly while supporting his knees.
After so many years, he is still as strong as a mountain.
It seems that a slap can overturn a person.
(end of this chapter)