Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Initially, Song Zhiqiang caused Liang Wenjing's death because he was drunk and injured others. The court convicted Song Zhiqiang of negligent injury and sentenced him to a total of twelve years in prison.

However, because Song Zhiqiang performed well in prison, the court appropriately reduced his sentence in accordance with relevant regulations.

Today, he is in his eleventh year in prison.

Song Zhiqiang was sitting on the sofa at Yun Si's house, and when He Hei was holding tea and drinking it, 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.

The fingertips were pale and even a little trembling.

Yun Si looked at him.

He lowered his head and said nothing.

The beautiful side face is shrouded in shadow, her face is slightly pale, and her eyelashes are trembling.

After Yun Si's hand touched his, he grabbed her hand almost subconsciously.

Tightly, as if he was afraid she wouldn't want him anymore.

Yun Si held him comfortingly, patted him, and then looked at Song Zhiqiang, who had just been released from prison.

Song Zhiqiang was wearing gray-white overalls, with stubble on his face, and was dragging a sack beside him.

He also sat stiffly, legs close together, and looked over.

He seemed to want to say something.

After many years, Song Zhiqiang no longer has any relatives around him.

This time, he was probably looking for his biological son.

Yun Si knew it well and spoke first, "Uncle Song, after so many years, how are you... doing?"

Song Zhiqiang put down the hot tea, smiled and replied,

"It's okay. There's plenty of food in the prison, but there's just not enough money."

"Now that we are out, we must have a good meal."

"But I just came out now and I don't have much money, so I just wanted to see how my son is doing now."

Song Zhiqiang's eyes were on Song Jing.

"After all these years, I never thought that my son would grow so tall and big."

"Speaking of which, I still have to thank you for taking care of me."

"Xiao Jing, would you like to thank me?"

As soon as he came back, he returned to his original behavior of yelling at orders.

Song Jing lowered his head and held Yun Si's hand tightly, his fingertips were cold enough to touch.

He was shaking and still...scared.

Yun Si smiled and changed the topic without leaving a trace.

"Uncle, you're welcome. Brother Song Jing is very good and didn't cause us any trouble. Moreover, Brother Song Jing also helped us a lot. My mother often said that he saves us worries."

"Speaking of which, uncle, what are your plans for coming out this time? Are you looking for a new job?"

Song Zhiqiang waved his hand, "I plan to go back to my hometown. There are still a few acres of land left for me. I plan to plant some grapes."

"I heard from them that the grape market is very good now. If we grow more varieties, maybe we can build a new house in the next two years."

"Of course, the grapes can also make wine, and it is said that the wine sells for a better price."

Song Zhiqiang has been unable to drink for many years and has long been greedy for wine.

This time I came out and planned to work with a few old friends. I planned to buy grape trellises and build a winery in my hometown.

When the time comes, if you can make money and drink at the same time, wouldn't it be a wonderful life?

"I know, it must be very abrupt to come over suddenly now, and it will also make Xiao Jing very uncomfortable."

Song Zhiqiang held his knees and slowly stood up.

After all these years, he is still as strong as a mountain.

It's like a slap can knock someone over.