[The Shawshank Redemption] Converted

When the last piece of the puzzle falls into place, Andy thinks clearly about the cause and effect.

He couldn't help pinching his cuffs tightly, and after a moment, loosened them again.

Perhaps, if he hadn't met Byron, Dufresne would have been very excited about the not-too-distant chance of parole—seize the opportunity, walk out of the iron gate as a model prisoner as soon as possible, and then transform into Peter Stephen.

But when it's Byron Hadley who presides over it all, he can't do it, getting out of his shell debt-free.

That would be throwing the guard captain's sincerity on the ground and trampling on it, and the other party was someone he would never hurt a single bit.

After thinking about it, Andy smiled bitterly: "If it wasn't for Byron, it would only be a dream to serve ten years here and be released on parole."I'm afraid I won't be approved until I'm old and full of hair.'

Parole is despicable, but there is no hope of proving his innocence. Is Andy in a desperate situation?

No, as early as he copied that line of French, his goal was clear and unique: to wait

Wait until little Archie grows up, wait until his friend walks back to his building, wait until a new successor arrives, wait until the stone wall is cut through...

He will eventually stand before him as equal and innocent.

I hope that Byron will still like Renoir's paintings at that time; I hope that Hadley will still remember the old man of Shawshank...

L'humaines agesse était toutentièred ansces deux mots:

Attendee tespérer!

(All human wisdom is contained in these four words:

'wait' and 'hope'! )

Looking at the newly added writing on the bottom of the postcard, Byron took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Yes, you must always have hope, so as not to lose your way in the endless waiting."

These words are not just an affirmation to friends, but also self-encouragement - regaining the registration qualification within five years is just the beginning.

Modernism is in the ascendant, and this is an era in which the masters in the textbooks continue to create history.He can't be complacent about trivial hand-practicing projects.

One, two... The number of houses is not important, he only needs one, a work that is truly loved and remembered by people for a long time, to witness the vicissitudes of life for him, and it is worthwhile to go back to the world.

But now, even though there are often compliments and congratulations in his ears, Byron is very clear that he still has a long way to go before completing a real building independently, as an intern who has not yet completed his IDP.

People have long-term concerns, but also near-term worries.

The trees are beautiful in the forest, but the wind will destroy them.After finally mixing Andy with the other three prisoners with undergraduate degrees and sending them to the library, Byron was just about to breathe a sigh of relief and pick up the drawings again when he received a call from the Rangely Trusteeship Center.

"Mrs. Principal, you mean that there will be an open day for parent-child activities the day after tomorrow, and at least one parent needs to be present, right?" Byron's voice was calm, but his heart began to beat the drum up and down.

Strictly speaking, the big-eyed and fat boy with a rounder face cannot be regarded as his son. After all, the day little Archie was born, he had just accepted the fact that he traveled through time and space.

But in any case, Archibald is Byron's only blood-related concern in the world, and naturally hopes that he can become a man with courageous actions and a noble soul, as enshrined in his name.

Thinking of Susan who was far away in Canada, Byron couldn't help but pursed his lips and thought to himself: "Thinking about it now, I feel a little regretful..."

Naturally, it is not regretting that he divorced his wife who has no emotional ties, but the news revealed in the words of the director of Rangely Garden just now undoubtedly indicates that the open day event he will participate in the day after tomorrow is likely to have an afternoon drink with women and children. Tea.

Today, the visitation rights completely waived by the woman in the divorce agreement means that the single father who must attend for his son, Mr. Hadley, is destined to become a little green among thousands of flowers.

So, when Andy walked into the office and was about to submit the teaching plan for the literacy class, he saw the captain of the prison guard standing straight in front of the mirror and looking at himself with a solemn and dignified expression.

"Sir, are you busy?"

"Oh, Dufresne, I'm fine, but I'm used to wearing uniforms on weekdays, and I don't know what to wear to meet a lady, it's more decent"

"The relationship between you and your wife is still so...serious?" Andy said in a joking tone, but felt a little short of breath for a while, as if the office hadn't had time to ventilate.

Walking around behind Byron, he reached out and squeezed the handle, and swung the window outward.

Byron looked at himself in the mirror who had taken off his police cap, and his stern aura was slightly lessened, but he was a bit unfamiliar, so he combed his dark golden curly hair with his hands.

The slightly messy sideburns on his cheeks meant that it was time for him to go to the barber again. Byron replied casually, "Not my wife..."

The air seemed to be frozen and dead silent. After waiting for a while, Byron turned his head and bumped into his friend's rather strange expression.

He reacted in an instant, and waved his hand quickly: "Where are you thinking! Dufresne, am I like that?"

"It's not because of that boy Archie. The other children are accompanied by their mothers, and I can't... By the way, I didn't think about it before. In this way, we can be regarded as sympathetic..."

Andy became the first person in Shawshank to know Captain Hadley's secret.This made him not know how to answer the words, but the boulder under his heart seemed to loosen a little.

The banker, whose head was also shrouded in a green light, thought: "Byron is superior to me in learning and character; and judging by his doting attitude towards his son, I really don't know what dissatisfaction his wife will have...why? Ended up like me...'

As long as Byron talks about his only son, he can be said to be eloquent: "I must make a good impression this time. It will be Archie's second birthday soon. I can't let him down."

Andy picked up the metal-edged photo frame on the table, and the content inside had already been replaced with the latest photo of father and son. He fixed his eyes on the portrait of the man in a suit and leather shoes under the thin glass plate, and said with a smile: "Mr. Hadley, you don't need to have this There is nothing to worry about, standing there is foolproof.”

"An architect with a monthly income of thousands of dollars is young but has a bright future. He is outstanding in appearance and full of talent. Even if he has a son, he is still the object of marriage that countless women hate to marry... Think about it, Archie will have a new mother soon."

Thinking of this, Andy subconsciously retreated to the window, as if using fresh air to dilute his inexplicable backlog of emotions.

Byron was indeed somewhat curious about American women in the 50s, and he also hoped to take this opportunity to ask them for advice—without the participation of his mother, his Archibald should not have any less teaching than others and companionship.

Afterwards, the two sat down at the desk and carefully discussed many issues in the course setting.

Because of the anticipation in his heart, Byron's eyes were always shining brightly. Perhaps because they were too close, Andy beside him felt for the first time that these gray eyes were shining a bit dazzlingly.

Back in the corner of the library, Andy, Brooks and several other "colleagues" moved the dusty desks, chairs and bookcases, trying to create a proper classroom.

Looking at the three peers who couldn't hide their joy, Andy approached Old Bu unconsciously. His wrinkled face was full of obvious worries.

"Andy, how about the plan?" Old Brooks smiled kindly when he noticed his arrival.

"Well, if everything goes well, we can welcome the first batch of students next week."

"It's so good...it's so good..." In Lao Bu's voice, there were relief and melancholy, as if lamenting his wasted time.

Lowering his voice, Andy asked quietly: "Mr. Brooks, have you been in Shawshank for 20 years? You should meet the latest parole application standards, you..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, Old Bu's sad face was still unresolved, and he added despair: "Andy...you are too young, and your time in Shawshank is short...you don't understand, this place is like my home...

Hey, I will never apply for it myself, after I get out, who would want this old bone?

Unless the officers drive me away, I will never apply for it myself!Never! "

He was a little agitated, his hands were trembling and he almost couldn't hold the book he just picked up.

Taking over the crumbling atlas, Dufresne repeatedly comforted the dying old man: "Yes, the rules have been changed, and parole depends on our own opinions. If you don't apply, you don't have to leave...

But don't belittle yourself, Skeeter, do you know? "

"Of course, it's the short guy who lives in the middle of the first floor. I can't even forget his mouthpiece. He's been here for seven or eight years..."

"He has served one-third of his 20-year sentence so far, so his application has been approved a few days ago. Captain Hadley found him a job at the ticket office of the Botanical Garden. In a few days, he should go to work"

"That old boy likes flowers and plants the most, he must be very satisfied... It's rare that there are people who are willing to trust us to sell tickets and manage money"

Old Bu's eyes were slightly red, he paused, suppressed those excited tears, and said in a low voice: "He went to the prison guard, I know, Mr. Hadley is a very... very rare good man... Kit has accumulated points for the whole winter, it's worth it! Worth it..."

When he mentioned the point exchange office, he gradually calmed down and stopped chatting. He just wore a gentle smile and moved the books step by step, his movements were as gentle as holding fragile porcelain.

But as smart as Andy, he already understands that the librarian has a longing for Skeeter's future, but he has no worries about it—25 years is enough for him to get used to the gloomy fortress; It hinders him from looking forward to regaining his freedom before the end of his life.

As long as he goes out, he can still support himself and be regarded and trusted like an ordinary person; rather than being like a rapeseed that has been squeezed out of oil, he will be swept out and precarious because he has completely lost his value.

Skeeter exchanged a full three months of labor points for a job guaranteed by Captain Hadley himself.

But Lao Bu, who is too old and weak to do heavy work, and his hands are suffering from arthritis, can't do delicate work, so he has no way of accumulating those expensive points.

Early the next morning, Andy was in the queue at the exchange office in the lobby.

When it was his turn, Hagrid on duty asked, "Andrew Dufresne, are you still on the phone?"

"No sir, a post-parole work arrangement"

The author has something to say:

* Archibald (UK source): noble, brave

* Andrew (Greek source): brave, valiant

*Byron (UK source): Lover of nature

May I ask what rules do you see?

*The reply written by Andy is the last sentence of "The Count of Monte Cristo", quite classic

Today's Theater

Byron (eyes full of excitement): I'm going to hold a parent-teacher meeting for my son soon! ! !Happy and looking forward to it!

Andy (inexplicably melancholy): The captain is going on a blind date, and he is very happy and looking forward to it...

I was so excited to write this emotional scene hahaha

Andy is currently on the verge of enlightenment, and the dull Captain Byron... please give him a little more time

See you next Friday, friends, I start school tomorrow, looking forward to it~