[The Shawshank Redemption] Converted

Chapter 19

Byron walked down the steps slowly, thinking in his heart: "Shawshank, Shawshank, is this just a coincidence... or is it a movie, which has a prototype?" '

Trying his best to recall the plot that his roommate had talked about in the dormitory, he unknowingly came to the leftmost cell on the second floor.

Large and small black-and-white photos cover the mud-gray walls—beside the bookshelves, on the head of the bed, and even the gap above the iron fence.

And the position in Byron's impression is being occupied by a beautiful woman who looks back and smiles.

"Boom, boom" the heavy police boots hit the concrete floor step by step. Captain Hadley reached out to the star-studded Rita Hayworth, and easily lifted the paper from the lower edge.

Looking at the [-]cm-deep, football-sized hole in front of him, the huge poster was instantly crumpled up and thrown on the ground.

"...As expected, it took 20 years to break through the fortress... The perseverance is amazing... Heh, he is so determined, how can I change anything?"

Byron was muttering to himself. At this time, the surrounding residents were still sweating in their respective posts. The cell was naturally silent, and his rapid breathing was clearly audible.

The deep hole looked at him quietly, and there seemed to be no sound of dripping water, as if mocking his wishful thinking.

If Byron can calmly accept the fiery sincerity hitting the impenetrable ice edge, he is a saint.

For a while, those dark nights of burning oil and writing hard to reform the parole system, and the days of lying and cowardly with Augusta's commissioners and greedy bosses kept flashing in his mind.

The countless efforts that came to naught were intertwined with the words and sentences engraved in his heart on the stack of letters in the drawer. Byron couldn't help but hugged his head and sat against the wall, so painful that he couldn't speak.

After a while, he picked up the scriptures on the shelf, picked up the stone hammer hidden in it, and threw it against the wall with all his strength.

As dusk deepened, Daken and Molt, the straightforward and taciturn pair, began to check the cell as usual.

The former was responsible for groping around, while the latter took a notebook and meticulously recorded the prohibited items that were not hidden.

"One Lighter"

Daken shook out a lot of things from under the quilt, but not all of his round-faced teammates were registered.

The prison guard with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked back at Molt with doubts on his face, as if asking: "Aren't these other playing cards and hemp ropes counted?" '

"The day after tomorrow, the parole board will come to review the materials, and the captain told us to show mercy this time..." Perhaps just a few points are missing, and some prisoners will not be able to pass the trial and have to wait for a long time.

The two climbed up the stairs and happened to run into Byron who came down from the second floor.

Even a dude like Daken, who is honest and somewhat silly, can see that his captain is in a particularly bad mood—that handsome face is covered with clouds, and a storm is about to come.

"Andrew Dufresne, for vandalism, give him [-] points." Byron threw a ball of waste paper over, put one hand in his pocket, and left without looking back, leaving the two subordinates looking at each other.

Molt took the lead and said: "Oh my God, this banker who killed his wife is quite courageous, how did he offend Captain Hadley?"

Who doesn't know that Andy is a person who is highly valued by the captain of the guard, and all the prison guards should be more polite, let alone those ordinary prisoners who are waiting to receive middle school courses.

He is low-key and cautious, and even without Byron's care, it is difficult to be caught.

In short, since the introduction of the point system, they have seen the banker's score only increase and not decrease, and they have always been among the best.

However, from morning to night today, the captain made repeated moves to cut off [-] points by himself? !

"Perhaps, Mr. Hadley takes the matter of buying a quota privately very seriously." Daken admired the sternness of the Captain of the Shawshank Guard.

The round-faced teammate shook his head and didn't make any further guesses. He just subconsciously sped up the search and wanted to go to the cell on the far left to see the destroyed public property.

When they saw the abrupt hole in the wall, they all took a deep breath, rubbed their eyes, and sighed: "This hundred points is really worth it..."

Above the hole in the wall, traces of glue can still be vaguely seen, and the paper ball held in Daken's hand has a provenance.

However, the two jailers did not feel sorry for the crumpled beauty picture, because the secret under the poster is even more amazing.

Even if the color is monotonous gray-white and khaki, the base is only rough mottled stones, relying solely on the sculptor's pictorial skills, he can outline a few outlines. Tap lightly, the corners of the skirt are slightly raised, as if it is about to jump out of the wall.

"Captain's meaning..." Daken looked at his teammates hesitantly, not sure how to deal with this masterpiece.

"Keep as Mr. Hadley left!"

Even Molt, who had never studied seriously, was unwilling to smash the relief in front of him—who would be so cruel to kill such a vivid beauty?

When Heywood finally boasted enough to the inmates and drank the cold beer provided by the prison guards, everyone's stomachs were already filled with tasteless food, and they walked towards the main hall in groups of three and four, shoulder to shoulder.

It's time again, the regular bible preaching session.

Stroking his knotted blond hair, Heywood was still chattering as he passed the scoreboard: "Our [-] points deduction is not bad, a bottle of wine is worth tens of points! I drank four bottles today. ! Haha, Andy, do you regret it? Good baby who didn’t take a sip!”

Heywood raised his head and took a closer look, and the carefree Heywood yelled again: "That's not right! Andy, why... did you deduct [-] points? Did the officers make a mistake?"

Waley, who was distributing reading materials, responded sullenly, "We're not that careless yet."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at Andy, bit his lower lip and thought for a moment, then added in a low voice: "If you have any objections, go directly to the captain... However, for someone like you who digs walls, [-] points is not too much." "

Ziggle, who was sitting next to Andy, widened his eyes curiously, and asked, "Dig the wall? What's there to dig into the wall?"

He got no response, in fact, until the end of the reading, no one heard a word from Andy, let alone noticed his white hands clasped in his lap.

Zieger's cell was directly below Andy. He stood guard at the top of the stairs and watched him go upstairs quickly. After a while, he stumbled and ran down again, and quickly disappeared into the night.

'He really dares to object? ! ' Ziegel thought.

Hearing the knock on the door, Byron replied without raising his head, "Walley, let's talk about something tomorrow..."

"Mr Hadley"

Byron suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight. The next moment, after realizing his inappropriate performance of expectation, he slowly leaned back in the chair, folded his hands, and looked at the person in front of him.

Her hair, which was a little disheveled because of the rapid travel, blocked her forehead, but couldn't cover her blue eyes, which were as bright as night stars.The blazing heat revealed during it made Captain Hadley a little overwhelmed.

"Are you looking for a hammer? Andrew Dufresne, it's only three things, you should know, I won't give you any more..."

It's a pity that the full name called out sharply didn't seem to have the proper warning effect.Not only did the daring prisoner not leave just then, but he took two steps forward and took Byron's hand.

Mr. Captain was caught off guard, and Andy could clearly see the redness and swelling of the tiger's mouth and knuckles on his right hand, and several scratches on his palm.

"Sir, please tell me, are you so kind to all your friends? Even a person like me, who is full of lies, is worth your... hurting for this?"

Byron, who had been trying his best to restrain his delusions, suddenly heard this, only to feel that there was something secret in his heart, and there was nothing to hide.

He withdrew his palm in a little panic, got up suddenly, ran to the door quickly, covered the mahogany door tightly, turned around and said in a low voice: "Du Flan, remember, I haven't moved that wall! Don't follow Anyone! Unless you want to stay in this ghost place for the rest of your life!"

Byron worried that walls have ears, but Andy seemed indifferent to life-threatening matters. He just stared at the man who gave up all principles for himself, and asked again:

"Am I just your friend?"

The banker was waiting for God's gift to let his sweetheart, whom he had been dreaming of, give a definite answer. For this, he was willing to bear the crime of blasphemy alone.

But to the flustered Byron, it was a question and a mockery.It was as if Satan was whispering in his ear: Look, the prison guard who used his power for personal gain and repayed favors is about to reveal his true colors...

He curled up his fingers behind his back with such force that the wound almost burst.

Ten fingers connected to his heart, the pain gave him a little clarity, and he collected himself, Byron replied: "Of course, you are not only my friend, you are my only friend!"

The only true friend, this is the definition given by Byron Hadley - no regrets and no complaints, but I hope you are well.

The author has something to say:

Andy Mole Mr. Dufresne: I Dig, I Am Happy

Byron Part-time sculptor Hadley: I told you not to dig, but you still stay up all night to dig? !Super angry, broke up... 1 minute

Andy: You treat me so unprincipled, it really makes people doubt, tell me, do you like me (looking forward to HE)

Byron: The game is over, the brother who had a crush on the straight boy was found out, can this friendship be saved?Waiting online (for fear of achieving BE)

*Thanks to the little angel who answered the questions very actively, the update is coming

ps: The little cutie who writes super long comments for me in every chapter, thank you for letting me find my conscience

I plan to come again before Tuesday, wow Kaka