[The Shawshank Redemption] Converted

Raising his hand to glance at his watch, Byron noticed that it was still early, so he lowered his head and asked Archie, "Son, let's discuss it with you. Do you want to go to Dad's office? Let's stay there for a while before going home for dinner, okay?" good?"

Archie widened a pair of blue round eyes, with obvious curiosity on his face: "What office? A place for painting?"

Although he has often seen Byron in uniform, Archibald is still more impressed by the scattered drawings on the big wooden table he crawled around.

Obviously, if someone asks his father's occupation now, Fatty will answer without hesitation: "My father is an amazing painter, the kind that many people ask him to draw pictures."

Byron had no intention of explaining to the two-year-old what a prison was and why someone was guarded.

Therefore, he froze for a moment, then tapped Archie's full forehead with his finger, and said with a smile: "Look at the essence through the phenomenon, Archibald...that's right, it's the room where your father paints." , very similar to our family, don’t be afraid.”

When he entered Shawshank, Archibald didn't recognize him. He turned his little head left and right without stopping, carefully looking at the sandy playground, the building with stone and brick walls, and countless strangers saying hello to his father.

And just as Byron was listening to his subordinates report on the situation, while protecting his fat son who seemed to have nothing to do, Hagrid's announcement came from outside the door: "Sir, someone is looking for you."

It just so happened that Waley finished all his important tasks for the past two days, and Byron looked at the tall figure who was following Hagrid, who couldn't hide his bulk, and said, "Okay, what else is there, I'll take care of it together tomorrow morning, you two come back Do things at your own post. Dufresne, come in quickly"

Before Andy could speak, the chubby golden-haired cub with a strong sense of presence took the lead: "Du Fu...Du Fu Lan? Dad, is this the super smart and powerful uncle you mentioned?"

Tong Yan said nothing, but the rest of the two people in the room, whether they were the one who praised others or the one who was praised, were inevitably a little shy and uncomfortable.

Byron couldn't help but reached out and took off the police cap, stroked the broken hair on his forehead, and then looked at his friend and explained: "He always listens to stories before going to bed, and I... don't know how to make them up, so I just chat with him The things around me... This kid has a pretty good memory..."

Archie was addicted to dismantling his father's desk.

He stood up from the desk tremblingly, and stretched out two fleshy arms like lotus roots in the direction of Andy: "Uncle Dufresne, my father always talks about you, more than Uncle Henry, but he has always only say good things about you"

As for Mr. Henry of the construction office, Byron was annoyed by the construction schedule, so he would inevitably complain to his son.

Andy gently held Archie in his arms, looked into those crystal clear blue eyes and said, "Your father always praises you, saying that Archie is the most obedient and sensible child."

Byron saw the two of them chatting back and forth happily, one big and one small with round heads covered with golden fur, bumping into each other, it was really interesting.

After a while, considering Archie's increasing weight, Byron walked over and transferred the fat son to the chair, and asked the friend who seemed to be concerned, "Just now, Hagrid said, did you come to find me?"

But when Captain Hadley approached, Andy smelled a scent of women's perfume, extravagant and vulgar, messy and cheap, which made him uneasy.

He paused, clenched his fingers unconsciously, took a deep breath secretly, and then told the story of Brooks from beginning to end.

"So, you want to replace him with your own points? Oh, Dufresne, it's not easy to make an exception for this kind of thing, otherwise I worry that in the future, someone will be forced to 'voluntarily' give up points...

This is indeed a flaw in the parole system, and I will consider it.You can go back and prepare the lesson plans at ease, I am also looking forward to next week's class."

Andy nodded, turned around and was about to leave, when he heard a farewell in a childish voice from behind Byron: "Uncle Dufresne, goodbye."

"Goodbye, Archibald, be happy every day"

"Well, but I'm so-so today, Dad is surrounded by aunts, he looks very unhappy, so I'm not happy either"

"This may be the best news I've heard so far," Andy thought in his heart, and then he showed a self-deprecating smile, "I'm really hopeless..."

A few days later, Lao Bu, who was putting the books into the cabinet according to the label, was led all the way to the office building by the prison guard Molt.

"Sir... Excuse me, Mr. Captain, who is looking for me..." He has witnessed several prison warden changes in Shawshank, and countless prison guard rotations, which is enough for Old Bu to understand a truth: it is no good to be found.

"Hetren, don't worry, you did nothing wrong"

More details, Molt is not clear.However, even if he knew, he would keep his boss's instructions tight-lipped.

Thinking of the parole reform that has caused a lot of trouble and people's hearts fluctuate recently, Brooks Hetren's heart continued to sink, and he thought: "Perhaps, it would be better to commit a crime..."

The prison guard pushed open the mahogany door of the captain's office, and Mr. Hadley, who was flipping through the file files, came into view. This undoubtedly made Lao Bu's face even more desperate.

"Hetren, you were imprisoned in 1923, I think you have learned enough lessons in Shawshank..." Byron's deep voice revealed a cold taste.

After reading the records in the archives of 'gambling failure, killing wife and daughter, first-degree murder, indefinite period', it is difficult for Mr. Captain to have any good looks towards such a hard-hearted gambler.

Even though, he now looks like he is on the verge of death, regretting it too late.

"No, sir, captain! Please... I am willing to continue to atone for my sins, and I am willing to stay in Shawshank for the rest of my life..." Every wrinkle on Brooks' face was engraved into the bone marrow with fear and remorse.

Byron couldn't help sneering, "Oh, Hetlen, we might as well settle the score.

Not to mention board and lodging, just say that the medicines you receive in the infirmary every month will cost at least 50 yuan outside.How much do you think our prison library pays a curator? "

For Shawshank, the captain of the prison guard, who only has a monthly salary of [-], the answer is self-evident.

Needless to say, in the prison, any company outside will not make a loss-making business.

Old Bu's head was almost retracted into his chest. He knew that a useless rag like himself would be thrown into the trash can one day, but he didn't expect that this ending would come so early.

Brooks folded his chest and bowed his head, waiting for Mr. Captain's sentence, "It's lucky not to be kicked out in winter..." he thought.

"It's fine if you prefer to stay in Shawshank. However, I want to see that you have shown the value that a person who has been awarded an undergraduate degree in animal husbandry should have."

Old Bu thought there was a problem with his hearing. After all, since he became a librarian with his education in 1928, no one mentioned this word again.

It seems that even he has forgotten in the day-to-day boring work that Brooks Hetlen was once an uncompromising technical expert in the breeding company; .

He didn't dare to assume the slightest suspicion of deceiving the captain of the prison guard, and quickly explained: "Mr. Hadley, I... I haven't touched a major for many years, I'm sorry for your trust... If you think I'm not doing well in the library , I can go clean and pick up waste..."

His trembling expression and almost pleading tone caused Byron to wave his hand, interrupting his unfinished words.

In the plain tone of the prison guard captain, there was an undeniable force: "Heitren, look up at me"

As he spoke, he tapped his temple several times with his index finger: "Here is the value. Your physical strength will be worn away by the years, but your wisdom is just the opposite. It is only refined by the baptism of time."

Byron stood up from his seat, walked in front of Brooks, and patted Brooks on the shoulder: "You can ask Trout for the materials that are missing in the library. I don't expect the level of university professors, I just hope that the two A week later, the training of the Shawshank Breeding Team started as scheduled.”

So far, the prison library has been quietly transformed into two specialists teaching literacy and laying foundations, the other two perform their duties in teaching middle school arts and sciences, and a special lecturer on breeding technology, Shawshank Continuing Education base.

Andrew Dufresne, a former financial tycoon majoring in business, has no problem taking mathematics, physics and chemistry courses in elementary education; even Lao Bu, who has been obscured in the corner all year round, shines in his field of expertise.

The inmates are thirsty for knowledge about the technology that can support their families in the future, and Brooks's thin body, like a dead tree in spring, is rejuvenated.

Everyone can see the changes in Lao Bu, and Andy, who has saved a huge amount of points, exchanges information with the outside world once every three days.No one knows that the wealth under Peter Stephen's name is only on paper, and it has already reached six figures.

At the end of the summer of 1948, Byron, who had just returned from an inspection tour in Arizona with his precious son, received an urgent call from Hubert's assistant again—someone named Hadley's designer as the project leader.

"A private collection?" Byron took the task book and flipped through it.

The list of collections listed in the detailed rules surprised Byron—a dozen Rembrandt paintings, although there are no world-famous pinnacle works among them, are from the hands of the greatest all-round painter in Dutch history. Unremarkable.

Looking further down, the names of Degas, Monet, and Renoir appeared interspersed, and a total of nearly forty masterpieces were listed. As an Impressionist lover, Byron suddenly felt that this thin paper was as heavy as a piece of paper. Great.

Byron, who has always been decisive, rarely hesitated. He pursed his lips and thought for a while, and asked, "Mr. Jimmy, can you tell me why you chose me to be in charge of such an important treasure house design?"

The other party was still a bit uneasy during Hadley's silence, but seeing him now was not unwilling, but too cautious, so he said with a smile: "The owner of this collection is honored to know that you are interested in the development of the post-industrial revolution. Paintings, very insightful; at the same time, very partial to your modeling style...

He said that if you are both knowledgeable and deeply in love, the designer is none other than you.”

The author has something to say:

*The image of Lao Bu is particularly sympathetic in the movie

But according to the following description in the original

I still let Captain Byron beat him up (little angels, pat)

Brooks Hetren born 1885

Earn a Husbandry Degree

In 1923, because of gambling failure, he killed his wife and daughter

(First-degree murder is my mouth, but if you think about such a serious crime, it can't be second-degree)

Became a librarian in 1928

no matter what his reasons

Gambling really makes people lose their minds and dehumanize them

His desolate evening is certainly pitiful, and his crimes are also hateful

But, Byron will let him continue to play in Shawshank

(Punishment is a kind of atonement, and so is wearing a crime and performing meritorious deeds)

Lao Bu will have a happy ending in the future

ps: Because the shadow version and the original work describe Lao Bu's imprisonment time differently

I caught the bug in chapter 14, if you have time, you can re-read it

*Rembrandt:

Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn (1606-1669)

He is one of the greatest painters in Europe in the 17th century and the greatest painter in Dutch history.

Rembrandt studied under P. Lastman in his early years and opened a studio in his hometown in 1625.

His paintings have a wide range of genres, and he is good at portraits, landscapes, genre paintings, religious paintings, history paintings and other fields.

* No prizes for guessing, who is the employer of the private collection?