Inside the Shanghai Police Station, a policeman in uniform walked through the corridors and came to a secret room where criminal suspects were held. It was noon, but it was extremely dark inside without any light at all.
"It's time to eat." The policeman unhappily opened the lunch box in his hand and passed two cornmeal buns, a bowl of stir-fried vegetables, and a bowl of water through the gap in the iron railings.
After a long while, no one answered. The policeman curled his lips and knocked the iron railing with the chopsticks in his hand, making a harsh sound. He said impatiently: "Eat quickly. After you finish eating, think about how to plead guilty and obey the law. Don't hold on any longer."
At this moment, a weak and hoarse voice came from the dark corner: "It's not me."
"Hey, why are you so stubborn? The buyer and your accomplice have both confessed you, but you are still stubborn?" The policeman put the chopsticks on the bowl and sneered.
"There is no evidence."
Hearing this, the policeman stood up and paused, unable to refute. He said that he was right, there was no evidence at present, only confessions, so after arresting this person from the train station, he could only be detained here and could not be convicted.
"Eat quickly, stop talking nonsense." The policeman kicked the iron railing impatiently, as if warning the people locked inside to be honest.
The person inside seemed to know that if he didn't eat, the food would be taken away, so he came out from the darkness, and a little light leaking through the crack in the door fell on his face.
As if he was suddenly exposed to the light and felt a little uncomfortable, he raised his arm and placed it on his eyelids. He put his hand down only after he got used to the brightness.
The semi-dark light illuminated his face, his angular outline, and a hint of indifference between the man's eyebrows, as if he had no interest in anything. He had a high nose bridge, and his pale thin lips opened and closed as he ate.
The hand holding the chopsticks was shaking slightly, and each bite was extremely difficult to eat. If you look closely, you will find that his clothes are tattered and full of tears, mixed with dried blood.
This scene is very similar to the appearance of a rich kid who usually lives a good life but suddenly becomes destitute.
The policemen waiting on the side saw this and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, thinking that it was such a good thing, why didn't he do something good instead of doing something evil.
Generally speaking, speculation and profiteering will result in a few years in prison at most, but it is different for those who commit tobacco and alcohol abuse. The minimum sentence is ten years, and if the amount involved is large, the death penalty may be imposed.
Coincidentally, the person involved was the later one.
*
"Have you made up your mind?" There was an excited trembling voice from the other end of the phone, obviously surprised and happy about her decision.
"I've thought about it." Su Nan lowered his eyes, took out a pen and wrote down the time and place the other party said, then hung up the phone, thanked the clerk at the supply and marketing cooperative, and walked towards Wutong Street.
She had just come from the post office, where there was not a single letter or package addressed to her, and the telegrams and letters she had sent to the Shanghai address that Zhou Rang had given her before seemed to have sunk into the sea, with no news.
The breath of spring arrives quietly, all things are reviving, and we have to look forward.
Goodbye, Wutong Street, goodbye, Zhou Rang.
*
Time flies, and the four seasons rush by. In the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed since she moved out of Sang'an County and joined the crew.
At the end of August, the weather in Beijing was unpredictable. It was very hot and stuffy even when people were wearing long sleeves outdoors during the day, but the actors had to wear thick cotton-padded jackets and long scarves to go into the studio for filming.
I felt a chill again at night, which was really tiring.
"Nannan, I have some lychees just shipped from the south, come and have a try." The voice came before the person arrived.
Su Nan was lying in the rocking chair. Hearing the noise, he sighed helplessly, then skillfully put the book on his face and pretended to be asleep.
Seeing this, Feng Meng, the little girl who was fanning her nearby, pursed her lips and closed her mouth.
The man ran to Su Nan's side and saw that it was her sleeping figure. He couldn't help but pat his mouth, carefully placed the lychee in his hand on the table beside him, and mouthed to Feng Meng: "Give it to her when she wakes up."
Feng Meng quickly waved his hands, meaning that he couldn't just accept his things.
But Chang Yelin pretended not to understand, and skipped away. He seemed to be in a particularly good mood, and left very quickly, not giving Feng Meng any chance to catch up with him.
Feng Meng chased him a few steps in the direction he left, and saw that he disappeared around the corner. She could only stamp her feet, returned to her original position, and continued to fan Su Nan.
"Sister Nan Nan, what do you think we should do?" Feng Meng had no way of dealing with Chang Yelin's usual rogue behavior. She could only point at the bag of lychees on the table and asked helplessly to Su Nan, who had just taken the book off her face.
Su Nan didn't even look at the bag of lychees. He continued to flip through the book in his hand. From time to time, he leaned on his lap and calculated something with a pen. He said perfunctorily: "Put it in his lounge later when he goes on set to film."
"oh."
Hearing this answer, Feng Meng nodded in agreement. She turned around and saw Su Nan reading books and doing exercises during the breaks in filming in such a hot day. She couldn't help but feel puzzled: "Sister Nan Nan, I remember you graduated a long time ago, why are you still reading high school books and doing exercises?"
Hearing this, Su Nan paused his pen, raised his head to look at Feng Meng, who had a confused face, and said meaningfully.
"If you have a good knowledge of poetry and books, you will be elegant. If you read thousands of books, you will understand everything. It is a very fulfilling thing for me to study the knowledge points that I didn't understand before again until I understand them. It also makes me calm down and learn endlessly."
Of course, Su Nan had not reached such a high level as she said. She was just looking for a reason to study harder than ordinary people.
I can’t tell anyone that the college entrance examination is about to be resumed, so I can only pretend and force it.
As expected, Feng Meng showed an admiring expression and said, "I want to learn from you, Sister Nan Nan. You are beautiful and work so hard. You are a role model for me."
Su Nan didn't say anything, but smiled and touched Feng Meng's head, and reminded her: "There's no harm in reading more books. I have some books. If you want to read, I'll lend them to you."
"Okay, thank you Sister Nannan, but Assistant Huang has arranged other work for me recently, so I'm very busy. I can only come back later."
"Yeah, come find me then."
Feng Meng is the cousin of Huang, an assistant to Director Lin. She just graduated from high school and is a temporary worker at the Shanghai Film Studio. As soon as she joined the studio, she followed the crew to Beijing to shoot a new movie.
Later, Assistant Huang saw that Su Nan was alone and had no one she knew around her, so he arranged Feng Meng to be the heroine's assistant, similar to the agent and life assistant in later generations.
But when the crew is busy, they will borrow Feng Meng from Su Nan and ask her to help move things and do other chores.
Su Nan's original goal when she took the college entrance examination was to go to Shanghai. Although now she has successfully transferred her household registration to Shanghai by joining the Shanghai Film Studio.
However, in order to make his resume look better and have more status in the "entertainment circle", Su Nan still wants to try the college entrance examination. After all, if he passes, he will have a real university diploma and enter university.
(This is a fictional history and a fictional world, please don't take it seriously, everything is for the plot, please be patriotic and law-abiding)
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