After arriving at the prison and handing over the errands, Feng Le took the roasted chicken in his left hand and a jar of wine in his right hand, and drove to Shen Yanping's prison door. He looked at Shen Yanping lying on the ground and called out softly: "Shen Yanping? You?" Have you slept?"
At this time, Shen Yanping, who heard the sound, climbed up from the ground with difficulty and sat down. Looking at Feng Le outside the door, he was a little confused, so he asked in his weak voice: "Not yet, what do you want from me?" thing?"
After he saw clearly the wine jar and the wrapped roast chicken in Feng Le's hand, he seemed to understand something. Although he knew that he was doomed, he still couldn't help but said to himself sadly: "Are you going to send me on the road? Obviously It’s still late at night…”
Listening to Shen Yanping's words, Feng Le immediately understood that he had misunderstood the roast chicken and wine in his hands, and quickly explained: "No, you misunderstood. This is not a decapitation meal."
"Oh? Not for me? That's right. How can a death row prisoner eat such a good decapitation meal? It seems that I have overthought it." Shen Yanping replied with a wry smile.
"No, no, this is for you to eat, but it is not a decapitation meal." Feng Le said and opened the door of the death cell and took the roast chicken and wine inside.
If this death cell was not a separate cell, Feng Le would not have the guts to open the door lock of the death cell without permission. If someone knew this and reported him, he would have to walk around in pain.
Upon entering the death row, a faint musty smell hit your nostrils. Fortunately it was a hot day, otherwise the musty smell would have made it difficult to stop.
Although the death row at this time was still dirty, dilapidated, and dusty, it was at least dry. If it had been rainy and humid weather, given the conditions of this death row, Shen Yanping's wounds would have killed him long ago.
"This is?"
When Feng Le came in and handed him the food in his hand, Shen Yanping was completely confused and confused.
If Shen Yanping was still a little confused when he woke up just now, he was completely awake now.
If the prison guard had come to send him on his way, he wouldn't have asked if he was asleep just now, but would have just come over and kicked him awake.
However, looking at the friendly attitude of the prison guard now, Shen Yanping really couldn't figure out what was going on.
"This is brought here for you to eat, you go ahead and eat it!" Feng Le did not answer Shen Yanping's question, but said softly.
"For me? Why." Although Shen Yanping couldn't figure out what was going on, he took the food handed over by Feng Le without any pretense.
"Because you earned it." Feng Le replied.
"Brother prison guard, please stop joking. I have been locked up in prison, so why do I want to earn this roast chicken and this drink?" Shen Yanping felt that he was amused by Feng Le's words, so he joked rudely. .
"I am a death row prisoner who has been sentenced to Lingchi. If those dog officials didn't have time to pay attention to me now, I would probably be a pile of meat on the ground. What's the point of you saying these words to deceive me?"
As if he had found the words to convince himself, Shen Yanping did not have any worries at the moment. He unceremoniously pulled out the oil paper wrapping the roasted chicken, tore off a chicken leg, put it in his mouth and chewed it.
In less than a few breaths, a chicken leg was eaten clean by Shen Yanping. Looking at the scene in front of him, Feng Le couldn't help but be shocked.
"Is this the kind of 'heroic' figure in my mind who sacrifices his life for righteousness? Why is he like a hungry ghost reincarnated?"
In fact, it's not surprising that Shen Yanping looks ugly when eating. His usual food is pretty good. But after he was arrested, he ate only plain soup and little water every day. Except for white porridge and steamed buns, he only had white porridge and steamed buns, and even pickles were rare.
Both physical consumption and wound healing require a lot of energy, so when Shen Yanping sees meat, he naturally feels like a hungry ghost reincarnated.
In a blink of an eye, Shen Yanping gnawed clean the two drumsticks of the roasted chicken. After eating, he didn't forget to slurp the oil on the chicken bones. Feng Le looked like his head was full of black lines.
At this moment, Shen Yanping opened the lid of the wine jar, took a sip and then wrapped the roast chicken.
"What? Don't you want to eat?" Seeing this, Feng Le asked curiously.
"I won't eat. I have been hungry for a long time and should not be full. I'll give this chicken back to you!" Shen Yanping looked at Feng Le and replied calmly.
"I can't understand what he's saying. I'll leave the chicken for you to eat. Just finish it before tomorrow morning. Otherwise, if others find out, I'll be in trouble!" Feng Le said.
"Okay, then I'll keep it and eat it later when I'm hungry. It's chicken and wine. What's going on?" Shen Yanping didn't refuse Feng Le, but was curious about what Feng Le was doing when he did this. Purpose.
"I said, it's what you earn, so why are you lying to me?" Feng Le replied.
"Then you have to let me know how I earn it! I didn't know that I had such ability, that I could still earn enough money to roast chicken and drink while in prison." Shen Yanping said with a smile.
Watching Shen Yanping talk freely, Feng Le suddenly felt that he was not even the slightest bit worse than him.
In such an environment, he could still act as if nothing had happened. It's really admirable.
"Do you still remember the song you sang in prison?" Feng Le said.
"What?" Shen Yanping asked.
So Feng Le had no choice but to hum a few words to Shen Yanping according to the way Yan Hongzang sang.
"You mean this song! How did it earn the money from the chicken and wine?" Shen Yanping's heart tightened when he heard the song Feng Le sang, and he quickly asked.
"I brought it to Piaoxianglou and got the attention of the store manager and others in exchange for it." Feng Le said.
"Oh, that's it." Shen Yanping felt relieved.
"Did you do it?" Feng Le asked.
"No." Shen Yanping replied quickly.
"You are a rebel!"
"It's not..."
"You're already like this, why does it matter?" Feng Le said with a smile.
"Yes!" Shen Yanping replied with a wry smile.
"I'm not afraid to talk to you either. I like this song very much. It's very touching when I listen to it. Do you think the person who composed this song can really shoulder a heavy burden, move forward with no regrets, and move forward courageously as he wrote?" Feng Le asked.
"Definitely." Shen Yanping replied firmly.
Because Shen Yanping heard that this song was composed by the King of Han, and the King of Han was all his hope.
"What about those people singing this song?"
"It must be possible."
"In the past few days, there have been rumors in the city that the rebels are coming. The government says that the rebels are a group of thieves who burn, kill, loot, and do all kinds of evil. What kind of people do you think those rebels are?" Feng Le whispered. asked.
"A group of lovely people." Shen Yanping smiled lightly at the burning, killing and looting that Feng Le said, and then said seriously.
"Cute person?" Feng Le was a little confused.
"Let's put it this way! They are a group of people who can be loved."
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