I made a dime from selling tangerines and you call me heartless?

finally.

I was charged with intentional destruction of other people's property.

The crime of disrupting court order.

The two crimes were punished together with a sentence of five years' imprisonment, a fine and compensation.

I'm in jail.

I ended up in jail.

This is something I had never imagined before.

I have been honest and upright all my life, but I ended up in jail.

Ha ha……

……

In jail.

I accept transformation.

Attend classes every day and receive an education.

seem……

I understand a little.

What the fuck...

It seems like something is really wrong, it seems like something is really wrong.

But it was already too late at this time.

On the day I was sentenced, Jiang Che told me that because of me, my entire family had suffered a huge change.

My mother is dead.

He fell into a well in the dead of winter and froze to death.

My wife also divorced me.

My son was also taken away by the police because he wanted to help me get revenge, and he is now being held in a detention center.

My sky is falling.

Before, I always believed that I was not wrong and relied on my faith to support me. I thought that after I got out, I must take revenge and make Jiang Che regret it, and make Jiang Yong's family regret it.

But now, my faith has already collapsed.

All of this is my own fault.

……

I spent several years in prison in a daze and was finally released after five years.

However, the outside world at this time had already undergone earth-shaking changes.

Jiangjia Village, which was once relatively well-respected in the surrounding area, has fallen into decline.

There are only old people left in the village; all the young people have left.

However, several surrounding villages have developed quite well.

And all this was because of Jiang Che.

Jiangjia Village is different from before, and Jiang Che is also different from before. Now he has become a famous young entrepreneur in the whole South City and even the province.

In just five years, everything has changed.

And my son.

Honor your ancestors.

He was released from prison several years ago and is still wandering around in society in a daze.

The child was also ruined.

I went to Jiang Che's factory in Shunjiang Village to apply for a job.

When they heard that I was from Jiangjia Village, they told me to leave quickly.

I could only go into the city and look for work.

Everything in the city seemed strange and depressing to me.

The tall buildings are like cold mountains, pressing down on me and making it hard for me to breathe.

The streets are crowded with cars and pedestrians, as if everyone has his or her own direction, but I am like a rootless duckweed, drifting with the flow.

I applied for jobs in several factories.

When filling out the form, my hand paused for a long time on the column "Do you have a criminal record?"

I have been honest and upright all my life and have never told a lie.

In the end, I wrote down "yes" truthfully.

As expected, when the interviewer saw that column, his expression immediately changed and he politely asked me to go back and wait for notification.

awaiting notice?

But I waited for a few days and there was no notification.

I know this is just a polite refusal.

I have no money left, so I have to wander the streets.

Only by picking up some plastic bottles from the trash can and recycling them can we save our lives and avoid starving to death.

In his spare time, he visited factories in the city.

But no one was willing to take me in.

The words "Wanting Workers" written on those job advertisements seemed like a kind of irony to me.

I stood on the street, watching the people coming and going, and my heart felt cold.

The mistakes I made in the past not only destroyed my family, but also weighed me down like a heavy stone. Finally, I could only try my luck at the construction site.

The foreman was a middle-aged man with a thick face. He was smoking a cigarette and looked at me sideways.

"Can you do heavy work?"

I nodded,

“I can do anything.”

"I used to be a good worker in the village."

He asked again:
"Do you have the skills?"

I shook my head.

“I only know how to farm.”

"I've been using a sewing machine in prison, but I've never... ever repaired a house."

He sneered, but didn't care about my experience in prison. He waved his hand and said,
"Then you can only be a laborer. One hundred a day. Do you want to do it?"

"Dry."

I gritted my teeth and agreed.

The work on the construction site is more tiring than I imagined.

I have to get up before dawn every day, move bricks, mix cement, push carts, etc.

The blisters on my hands kept breaking and growing, growing and breaking again.

Most of my co-workers were migrant workers from other places. They kept their distance from me, a man who had been in jail. No one wanted to sit at the same table with me when we ate, and no one wanted to help me when we worked.

I was isolated from everyone on the construction site, lonely and silent.

The day when salary is paid every month is the most painful day for me.

As soon as my salary was paid, the court automatically took it away before I could even warm it up, leaving only a few hundred yuan to support my life.

Looking at the string of cold numbers on the text message, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

I earned that money with my blood and sweat, but I can't keep it warm or retain it.

The court only left me a little living expenses, barely enough for food and rent.

I squatted in the corner of the construction site, holding the thin salary slip in my hand, my heart full of regret.

If I hadn't made those mistakes, would I be able to live a stable life like before, with a wife and children and a warm bed?

When the night is quiet, I often dream about my days in prison.

Iron bars, high walls, cold bed boards, and the ridicule and insults from fellow inmates.

Every time I woke up, I was covered in cold sweat, as if I was back in that dark place.

I hate myself, hate my stupidity and impulsiveness.

What's the point of being hateful? The mistake has been made, the debt has been owed, and I can only repay it with the rest of my life.

On the construction site, the foreman always assigned me the dirtiest and most tiring work because he saw that I was honest.

Once, because I was a little slow in moving bricks, he scolded me in front of everyone.

I lowered my head and said nothing, but my heart felt like it was on fire.

I know that no one in this world will sympathize with a person who has been in prison.

The work on the construction site is getting harder and harder every day.

My waist became more and more bent, and the calluses on my hands became thicker and thicker. I finally paid off the debt I owed to Jiang Che, and my son Jiang Yaozu came to me again.

He was addicted to gambling and had no money.

Come to see me at a fixed time every month.

As soon as I get my salary, they will snatch the money away, leaving me only a few hundred yuan for living expenses.

My life is completely over.

Until 2020, a sudden change that swept the entire world broke out, and there was no life on the construction site.

I just kept wandering the streets.

Find some odd jobs and sleep on the streets or under bridges.

But fortunately Jiang Yaozu died.

I died in that incident, which finally brought me relief.

Looking at his body, I didn't shed a single tear because I still wanted to live.

The mutation is over.

I went to the capital without stopping.

They said there would be greater opportunities in Beijing and perhaps they could make money.

I went.

The capital city is so big that it can completely accommodate a gutter rat like me.

That night, after get off work, I walked through the streets of Beijing as usual, as if this was the only way I could feel that I was still alive.

But who did I see?

Jiang Che?

He was dressed in a suit, looking bright and handsome.

The car next to it is brand new and very valuable.

The woman in the car was graceful and elegant, and there were also the laughter of children.

That's Jiang Che...

...(End of chapter)