The muzzle is empty, and it is a cold determination. The person holding the weapon has already been distorted.

He was eager to prove himself with weapons.

The moment before the bullet was shot, the doctor changed his mind, and there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes, and he still laughed and pulled the gun away.

"I suddenly changed my mind." The doctor put his hand in his pocket, "I think the best punishment is for you to stay here. Loneliness will haunt you day and night, knowing that you can understand the price of al.

There are two more things you would better know. First, you will never leave here in your life. Second, there are many people on the bed you slept on, and they all spent the rest of their lives in the guilt of your Majesty. Before you go to bed, you will find that there are many, many people around you, many.

They are blowing in your ears all the time, they will shout at you that there is no grievance, and they will torture you day and night."

The words were so refreshed that the doctor inserted his hand and walked towards the cell door. Maybe he felt that he hadn't said enough, so he turned his head halfway.

"That branch, enjoy it."

When the doctor walked to the door, the door was opened outside, and the warden led two jailers to stand outside.

The twig could be seen that there was bruises on the warden's face.

The doctor proudly told the warden: "From today, she will not be allowed to leave here."

This was an order from the guards, and the warden nodded obediently and arranged for the jailers to send the guards out of the prison.

The branch was lost, and she chased her out two steps away and asked a question that she realized: "You lied to me, right?"

As if I had heard the biggest joke in my life, the doctor smiled with his stomach in his arms, and waved his hand before he could leave as if he had finished laughing.

The warden closed the door gently, and he couldn't bear to look on.

The jailer sent Doctor Zuo all the way to the cliff. The doctor was filled with the joy of victory. He would not and did not need to say goodbye to the jailer and marched towards the ship crossing the river majestic.

When he went back to report, the warden confirmed that he had sent off his living ancestors. He immediately opened the door and walked into the corridor. The closer he got to the cell at the end, the faster he walked.

He pushed his legs apart and accelerated hard, and his fast walking turned into a trot.

"Come! Come!"

He shouted at the top of his throat, calling out, inside the cell in front of him, the branch was already life or death.

It was the evening when the time came, and under the labor of the prisoners, the snow on the ground could be cleaned up. However, the weather was not good and the snowflakes fell without warning.

Everyone looked up and saw that there was only a cloud directly west. The clouds could not be seen as snowing. The sunset hanging under the clouds was as beautiful as a painting.

The branch slowly woke up and found herself in a white room with several empty beds around her.

A man turned his back to her, his hands were almost flying.

She touched her head, and the bandage wrapped around several circles without any rules, and it was quite rough, unlike what a delicate person did.

The weakness and sometimes unrestrained dizziness invaded her consciousness. She slowly lowered her arms and went to see the empty roof seriously.

"You're awake?"

The man stopped his hand and put on his wiped glasses. The lenses were bright and bright.

It is the warden of this prison.

The branch tilted its head and stopped looking at her head. She asked as if she was old, "Why save me? Don't you all hope I will die soon? Isn't it great to save a portion of food for the prison?"

The warden was wearing casual clothes and shook his head seriously: "I have said it many times. This is my prison, and everything must be listened to me. It is not easy for you to survive. Don't underestimate your life anymore."

That branch responded with a sneer.

The warden ignored this mockery and continued: "It's not as simple as saving a ration, human life..."

"What else do you want me?"

The cold branch was without any emotion, and then her voice became more and more violent: "Don't think I would thank you, so what if I rescued me? I'll put it in a small dark room, right? Let me face the cold wall, right? It's better to forget it if you're loneliness all day long! You don't know anything! Just guard your prison! Don't worry about me!"

She was furious, continuing to consume the few strength, holding her hands around, trying to remove the bandage representing shame on her head.

"Seventy-nine One!"

"Get out!"

"You want to die again, right?"

"You care?"

"Okay!" The warden slapped the gun on the table, "Come on, hit him on the head, it's all over."

The temper also came up. He turned over and crawled towards the end of the bed, and could grab the pistol in just one step.

When the warden saw that this was true, he was stunned and immediately withdrew the gun.

The pillows and bedding, whatever the one who could catch with his hand, flew towards the warden without exception.

She could only use this method to vent her emotions. After venting, she was calm. She started crying, and tears hit the bed one by one.

"A few days ago, one died in the cell next to you." The warden said slowly, "Since that woman came here, she told everyone that her son was wronged and that her son was a hero.

But we don’t know who her son is, and even she has forgotten it herself, she has only such obsession left.

That woman always talks to the air, just like you in the past, exactly the same. She also thanks us for finding the child for her.

We try our best to satisfy all the requirements of this woman, but we cannot give her freedom, nor can we give her children."

The branch was covered with tears. She hugged her knees with her arms and said in a low voice: "What's the use of telling me this? It makes me even more desperate?"

"No, no, I said that I would satisfy her request as much as possible. So I want to ask, do you know a man named Pusen? Like you, he is also a noble."

"Who did you say?"

"Pson, it seems I've found the right person."

The zhi suddenly grabbed the warden fiercely and said with great resentment: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why?"

She was surrounded by a cold, and next to the cell where she lived, Pusen's mother had spared no effort to knock on the wall.

The warden was quite innocent and could only defend himself: "I want to tell you too, but do you know that someone lives opposite you? Anyone who intends to get close to you will be bombarded by him."

"Is that bastard?"

"It's a bastard, there are really enough bastards."

Nazhi's hatred for Dr. Zuo reached its peak. For this person, she ed her husband, and also ed Zuo Lan, and to a certain extent she ed her conscience.

She just realized that she must have cheated on her.

She didn't want to forgive herself at all.

After letting go of the warden, the zhi felt that there was no need to get angry with the person in front of him. He was just performing his duties.

She asked in a somewhat begging tone: "Can I go and pay tribute?"

"Yes, I'll lead the way for you."

The warden stood up and walked outside the door, and he shouted to the outside, "Go and find a bouquet of flowers!"

This mission made the jailers scratch their heads. Where can I get flowers this season?

After issuing the order, the warden took off his coat and handed it to the branch.

"I'm here watching you. It's snowing outside, it's quite cold."

"grateful."

The twig took the coat and put it on the hospital bed casually. She explained her behavior expressionlessly: "I will no longer accept anyone's alms easily."

"what ever."

The warden was not at all used to it and pointed outside: "Go, the latest wooden monument is just the wood."

A stubborn woman walked out of the ward. She stood among the snowflakes in thin clothes, breathing the air outside freely. It was the smell of short-term freedom.

Although it was cold, the branch enjoyed the cold very much.

There are dozens of wooden signs of all sizes in the corner of the playground. The distance between the wooden signs is about ten centimeters, which is very crowded.

After taking the holly leaf that the prison guard finally found, the branch stood in front of the latest wooden sign, and she placed the leaves in front of the sign.

The warden looked at all this, and leaned against the door with his hands wrapped around his arms. He looked extremely indifferent in his eyes, because he had seen too much misery in the world.

It will not be moved by one of the branches at all.

The branch smiled and said to the wooden sign.

"Thank you for being with me in your loneliest moments."

She had forgotten the panic that Pusson's mother brought to her when she knocked on the wall.

Since this day, the branch has been allowed to let the air at a specific time, so she can read books or write and draw.

But she no longer actively communicates with anyone.
Chapter completed!