[The Shawshank Redemption] Converted

Obviously, this wasn't any answer Andy was expecting, but Byron didn't give him a chance to continue asking.

Just listening, Captain Hadley asked in a hoarse voice: "Now, it's my turn... Dufresne, I believe you have difficulties, why can't you trust my guarantee?"

These words instantly reminded the banker of the postcard from the lighthouse that he could not keep in the small iron box.For the umpteenth time, he regretted in his heart: "I was really dizzy at the time, I should have written the reply on a different piece of paper..."

Andy was worried that if he didn't confess his true intentions, Byron might not even be willing to give him the status of a friend.

"Sir, I have never doubted that you can let me go out in a fair manner; however, I doubt whether I can live willingly under the charge of first-degree murder!"

He quickly approached the guard captain's ear, his forehead lightly pressed against the edge of the police cap, his voice was as low as a lover's whisper, but with undoubted firmness: "Andrew Dufresne, he is an innocent person, if not, then no matter he Wherever you are, the shackles follow you everywhere"

Sending away Mr. Dufresne, who seemed to be concerned about the impounded stone hammer and turned his head frequently, Byron immediately took off his hat and rubbed his ears with his fingers, trying to dissipate the superheated temperature as soon as possible in the midsummer night wind .

He unconsciously fiddled with the handle of the hammer in his hand. Thinking of the archives he had consulted, there was always a thought in his mind: "At the beginning, I shouldn't think that guy was annoying. If I listened to him a few more words about the plot, I might be able to find the truth." fierce……'

Holding his forehead helplessly, Byron narrowed his eyes slightly, and fell into deep thought with infinite annoyance.

Half-dream and half-awake, he felt foreign words flashing in front of his eyes, and when he looked carefully, he could see more clearly.

It was too late to regret the part that had passed by, and he calmed down and stared at the rest of the text: 'Andy tosseshispaddinthe bucketandstrollstowardHadley (Andy threw the scrub brush in the bucket and walked straight to Hadley)...'

"It seems that Hadley has a lot of roles, which is good news." Byron, who knew nothing about the plot, raised his eyebrows quite optimistically.

Of course, soon, he didn't think so.

There is a limit to one's attention span, and Byron endured the throbbing pain in his forehead and tried his best to read, but still missed some paragraphs.Finally, when he persisted until there was a ray of morning light outside the window, he saw the word 'THEEND' and fell asleep immediately.

When awakened by Waley's knock on the door, Byron rubbed his sore eyes and replied, "I have something urgent right now, and I will report back in an hour."

The office was quiet again, but his mind was like boiling soup, spouting heat in a mess.

Byron randomly took out a stack of paper, Chinese characters mixed with pinyin written in German letters, and tried his best to write down every plot that he could sort out.

After reorganizing several pages of garbled codes according to the timeline, Mr. Captain looked at the top two or three lines and dialed the number without hesitation.

"Mr. Jimmy, hello, it's me, Hadley. I want to consult about the transfer of property between spouses..."

"You said that the maximum tax-free amount is $[-], right? Okay, thank you..."

This phone call convinced Byron that everything that happened last night was not out of his imagination—otherwise, how could he, who is completely ignorant of financial affairs, happen to make up that in the United States in the middle of the twentieth century, it happened to be legal and compliant? "Tax avoidance trick"?Even the upper limit of the amount is exactly the same?

Once again his eyes fell on a few thin pages of white paper, and Byron took several deep breaths before he could control his heartbeat to a normal speed.

Holding the "gold finger" sent by the supernatural power, he read it word by word.

After a while, he let out a long sigh, mixed with joy and sorrow.

First of all, the good news, Andy's case is on the mend.Even if there is only one name of the real culprit, he firmly believes that after looking through the criminal records of the entire east coast, he will always be able to find out Elmo Bletch, who has done so many crimes and is too numerous to book.

Secondly, before he could rejoice at being the male number four of "Captain Hadley", Byron soon realized that almost all of what he would be involved in in the future would be helping the evildoers and working as a minion, and he was wholeheartedly trying to add trouble to the protagonist.

In the end, it was a terrible news. After 20 years in prison, Andy still missed his amorous wife.

Not to mention the "straight as an arrow" self-report, which made Byron rejoice at yesterday's categorical denial, and at the same time feel dejected for the doomed infatuation.

Mr. Captain put the paper in the bottom drawer and locked it. At the same time, suppressing all kinds of unwillingness, he locked the fiery beating heart again and took care of it.

Meditating on his duty as a friend, Byron walked to the sending and receiving office, ready to listen to the work reports of his subordinates.

As expected, he saw Trout again, and he was talking enthusiastically: '...Just believe me, that banker definitely offended our captain!Willie, tell me, should I pick him up and deduct points during the next search?That locked box under his bed is out of order...'

"Ahem..." Waley had already seen the figure of the chief, and desperately hinted to the little teammate to shut up.

Before Trout could react, Captain Hadley's undiscriminating voice came from behind him: "Waley, you let him continue, but I want to know how he plans to deal with the prisoner who offended his boss? "

The two subordinates, one tall and one short, quickly lowered their heads, admitting their mistakes non-stop, not daring to look at him.

Byron didn't get angry as they expected, because he was thinking: "Perhaps, I interfered too much, which hindered Andy...

He should have won the unanimous approval of the prison guards by virtue of his own ability, not... the status is all determined by my attitude'

So, the two prison guards were trembling, and heard the captain say: "Not only did you not offend me, Dufresne, you really helped me..."

A few days later, Andy had just finished a high school physics class when he was stopped by the honest-looking prison guard.

'Could it be that Byron has changed someone to deliver the letter? 'Andy thought, and couldn't help looking forward to it.

"Mr. Daken, what are your orders?"

"Hey, Dufresne, I've been thinking about setting up an educational trust fund for children in middle school... I heard you're very good at it..." Daken rubbed the back of his head shyly.

"Of course, if you can do it well, I can give you points, just like the captain." Seeing that the opposite prisoner was slightly dazed, the prison guard quickly added.

"Oh, no problem, please describe in detail, family income and expected school... We might as well come here and sit down and talk..."

In less than half an hour, he was completely conquered by Andy's meticulous and detailed arrangements and his ease and ease. Daken expressed his thanks with sincere admiration: "Thanks to you, otherwise, I would have spent one and a half times more money! Thank you, Du Fran! You are a person with real ability, no wonder you can help the captain solve the inheritance..."

Hearing this, the banker who had returned to his old profession frowned slightly. He didn't remember that Byron had ever mentioned any "inheritance" to him.

"Oh? How is it going now? Is it going well?" Andy said calmly.

"I heard from Waley that the [-] U.S. dollars has already been deposited in his wife's name..."

Andy couldn't distinguish the following words clearly, he opened his eyes unknowingly, and shouted in his heart: "Where is another one popping out, Mrs. Hadley?" '

At the entrance of Santa Maria Kindergarten, Byron sneezed one after another, causing several nannies not far away to look sideways, talking in low voices about his inappropriate behavior, guessing that he must be newly hired.

Speaking of which, since he became Hadley's designer who signed a long-term contract with DW, Byron has enough funds to send his only son Archibald to this aristocratic kindergarten that gathers the local middle and upper classes. .

The parents of Little Archie's classmates include old nobles who sailed across the sea to escape the flames of war, as well as respectable people like him who have newly promoted to the high-salary class by virtue of their skills.

But these two types of people will never come to pick up their children at the school gate every day like him.

Therefore, there is a bit of casualness of modern people in his behavior, and he is often mistaken for an unreliable housekeeper. Judging by his body shape, he might be a bodyguard.

"Who's talking about me..." Byron, who finally ended the nasal discomfort, thought silently.

At this moment, a group of well-dressed ladies and gentlemen slowly walked out of the school gate.

Byron held his fat son on his shoulders, turned around and walked home very freely, and all the children secretly followed the father and son's back with their eyes enviously, until they were led into the car by the servants.

On the way, Archie was not in high spirits. Obviously he had something to worry about, and it didn't help that he was accompanied by his dearest father.

In the anticipation that Byron wanted to ask but didn't dare, Fat Cub finally opened his mouth and whispered in his ear: "Daddy, if I were a girl, wouldn't I, Ms. Susan, not leave?" ?”

"Why do you think so?" It took a few seconds for Byron to understand who the "Ms. Susan" he was talking about, and hurriedly asked.

"Today, Bessie told me that she will live in New York with her mother... Her parents are divorced... She said that her father thought she was not a boy, so she left..."

Dad wants a son, so mother wants a daughter. Archie's simple and straightforward logic made Captain Hadley, who finally figured it out, laugh dumbfounded.

"That's not true, Archie, your mother... well, Ms. Susan, she doesn't like your father and me, so she chooses another equally good man. It has nothing to do with you. Who would hate our little one?" What about Chi?"

"Father is talking nonsense..." Fat Cub put his little paw on Byron's mouth, and he, who was usually articulate, lost his voice in excitement.

"Nonsense, my dad has no flaws, so why doesn't she like it! I know you are comforting me, Dad... Ms. Susan is, just like Bessie's dad, they are sexist!"

Byron gently took off the chubby claw, thinking: "This noble kindergarten has taught a lot of advanced vocabulary..."

He thought about it, and searched his brains to find a reason that his son could accept: "Well, Dad forgot just now, Ms. Susan said that she likes places where the weather is colder... That's why she went to Canada to settle down."

When we got home, Archie asked again: "Then dad, my new mother, would you like the weather in Maine?"

Bai Lunjun's face froze, he held his fat son in front of him seriously, and asked, "Who told you these things? Dad didn't want to find you a new mother..."

Three-year-old Archibald, completely different from the awkward one he was last year, replied without any reluctance: "Every rich single man lacks a wife, as Mrs. Bennett said. So, sooner or later I There will always be a new mother, dad, don't be shy"

"Your kindergarten teacher has read so many famous books, do you remember this sentence?"

Byron held Archie in his arms again, paused and said, "Dad does have someone he likes very much, but...it won't be your new mother..."

"Why, doesn't she like the weather in Maine, too?"

Thinking of Zihuatanejo, Byron replied slightly bitterly: "Yeah, Maine isn't hot enough..."

The author has something to say:

*Student Byron was seen by the author "Tuomeng" to see all the plots from the rooftop, but some parts are fragments

There is a deviation in understanding, for example: the sentence straightasanarrow

Due to the lack of context, Byron's understanding is-Andy said himself, "Steel Straight Man"...

Hahaha, in fact, this sentence means that Andy is principled and upright.

(I feel that people in that era should not use straight to describe sexuality)

*Everything is fine, it all depends on the weather, I personally think that Byron's operation is very English

(According to the origin of Byron's name, his ancestral home should be Great Britain and the corrupt country)

* Regarding the update speed, the stupid author's hand speed is okay, but the brain speed is not good...

So, it will be updated every two or three days, and it may be updated every day during holidays, so stay tuned