[The Shawshank Redemption] Converted

Ten years ago, the Guan family left the stronghold of Chinese laborers in Los Angeles and moved all the way east to Maine.

Since then, even though he lived in an old community full of Asian faces, Guan Xianghai has never heard it again. Such a standard Beijing dialect, or, apart from his family, willing to continue to communicate in his mother tongue, is extremely rare.

With tears in his eyes, he exhausted all his strength to suppress the agitation in his heart, and he didn't dare to reply rashly, for fear that his gaffe would ruin the life-saving money given to his mother and sister.

The young man has a dark complexion and a thin body. His hands are restlessly clasped around his waist. His knuckles are thick and covered with veins. It can be seen that he has suffered a lot since he was a child.

No matter how similar he looks, he is not, after all, the group of teenagers who grew up with Byron in the compound—they only scratched their heads for their homework, had no worries about food and clothing, never asked for help, and never took on the important task of supporting their families early.

"Trout, go and patrol with Hagrid, I'll take care of it here"

I was very curious about what happened next, but the little prison guard couldn't object to his boss's arrangement, so he could only slowly walk out of the office building with endless regrets.

When passing by the library, I happened to meet a banker with a briefcase in his arms, coming toward each other—with a calm expression, not like a prisoner serving a sentence, but like strolling in the back garden of his own home.

"Hey Andy, good afternoon! How many more tax bills to settle today?"

Trout took the initiative to say hello. After all, in their guards now, who didn't rely on others to save half of their lives from the "vampires" of the Federation?

"Sir, good afternoon! It's only three copies, and I have other business in hand..." He raised the gray cloth bag as a signal, said "excuse me", and was about to leave.

"Oh! By the way, if you go to the captain, you have to wait, he is being entangled by someone and he can't get away!"

Hearing this, Andy paused, turned around and thanked him again, then quietly accelerated his pace and went straight to the main building.

On the way, countless thoughts drifted through his mind. There were so many guesses and rapid changes that Andy himself couldn't keep up with the rhythm.

In the end, everything was fixed on the phone call a few hours ago.

"Andy, I think you're so picky about making changes. I'm afraid when you go out, the collection hall hasn't started construction. Are you really not in a hurry?" The friend's ridicule still rings in my ears.

"Indeed, even I look forward to it, come later"

With the release of his works one after another, designer Hadley has become famous in the architectural world. Recently, he officially joined the AIA and became a member of the rare Association of Thousands.

On the other hand, Mr. Dufresne, who has returned to his old job, needs to take care of the education of the inmates and the financial affairs of the guard officers, so he can find less and less free time.

Not to mention, with the deepening of the course, the existing resources of the Shawshank Library are stretched. Since last winter, he has been sending letters to the Augusta government personnel at a frequency of one letter per week, applying for expansion. funding.

In other words, the time these two busy people can get together is very limited.

If the project of the collection hall is completed, what reason should Andy use to sit beside Mr. Captain, watch him quietly, and look cute with his pen in his hands?

Sometimes bankers hate themselves for being as overly aware of emotions as they are for numbers.

Because, if he was slower, he would not have to watch Byron, carve the gap between them, and then gradually go away.

"Maybe this is the last gift he gave me... If that's the case, I'd rather give it to him when he leaves completely." He murmured and passed away with the wind.

The mahogany gate was not far away, and he unconsciously approached it with light steps.

[So, the ancestor of the Guan family was the imperial chef?Coincidentally...cough cough, my Chinese was learned from my family's Chinese chef when I was young...] Byron, who was quick to learn, silently dumped a big pot to the Hadley family, which had long since fallen.

【Hearing your accent, the person you want to hire in the mansion is also a senior who came out of the imperial city... If only my father was still here, it would be great, maybe it is an old colleague】

Seeing Guan Xianghai's eye circles were as red as a white rabbit, Byron hurriedly took out a few tissues and handed them over, comforting him: [Quickly don't think about such sad things, people have to look forward...

How is your mother's condition, don't be afraid, I can give you a few months' salary in advance, and I can also help]

Quickly wiping away the hot tears that spilled onto his cheekbones, Guan Xianghai bowed deeply: [Mr. Byron, Xianghai will never forget your great kindness in this lifetime. The sixty dollars you gave is enough!When I go out, I must redouble my efforts...]

After gesturing to stop the other party's oath, Byron said with a smile: "You deserve this. If you hire a quarryman outside, you will pay more than ten dollars a day. We can make a steady profit."

Unable to bear to see his immature compatriots earning meager wages in the form of burning their lives in the quarry, he tapped the table a few times and suddenly noticed.

[You can repay me if you want to, I will let you take charge of tonight's meal!I just don’t know, do you have the confidence to prepare meals for hundreds of people? 】

Guan Xianghai, who just learned to walk, followed his father around the kitchen, without having to check the stock of ingredients, he dared to respond: [No problem, please take care of yourself]

Andy stood there for a long time, listening carefully to the completely unfamiliar language, which was uttered from Byron's mouth.There seemed to be an invisible barrier around the two of them who were chatting completely, excluding him.

Everything in front of him made him raise his head in self-mocking, staring at the cracks in the ceiling, just like examining the cracks in his heart.

He once thought that the person who knew Byron best was him;

Astronomy and geography, music and paintings, the only person who can talk is him;

When Mr. Captain was chatting excitedly, he could only be the one who looked into those deep gray eyes and saw the stars all over the sky!

But he didn't know that in places he had never seen, Mr. Captain was like an inexhaustible treasure, and he would talk to others with such enthusiasm, things he didn't understand at all.

Clenching his fists tightly, Andy turned and left without a sound. The more his heart ached, the clearer his mind became.

'I'm not willing, just be a close friend!Not to mention, if it is possible to keep the only position, how can a friend have the exclusive qualification? !What I want is to stand side by side and walk hand in hand in an open and honest manner! '

At sunset, the prisoners ran out of energy and screamed in their stomachs, and rushed to the cafeteria. It was a race-walking competition without referees.

"Wow, it's delicious, old man, it looks like there's a new dish today, are you willing to spend some points?" Heywood yelled at the black inmate next to him.

Reid shook his head slightly when he heard the words, thinking about the notice he just saw, and reminded: "The points on hand are not considered rich, and I would rather exchange them for real dollar bills... Ordinary dishes without points are good enough."

In fact, the establishment of the Shawshank Breeding Farm not only created a large number of jobs for inmates, but also completely exhausted the old rice and chaff in the granary—there was ready-made feed, and Warden Norton would not be able to spend half a penny more.

Thanks to the poultry and livestock, the prisoners are finally able to eat meals made of decent ingredients, which still don't have much oil or water, but at least they won't spoil their stomachs.

As for the exchange item that attracted Heywood to stealthily take out the accounting book from his breast pocket and count the balance with his fingers, it is a "special dish" of ten points a piece-not to mention all big fish and meat, at least with The meals of the guard chiefs are of the same standard.

When two people, one tall and one short, lined up and walked to the entrance of the meal, they were all stunned on the spot.

Just because, the bursts of aroma pouring in from the tip of their noses made them unsure. There was a row of dazzling delicacies, which one is the best dish that needs extra money?

Urged by the impatient inmates behind him, Reid casually pointed a few times, and hurriedly took away his dinner.

The dining room has always been the best social place outside of the playground. No matter how boring the prison guard is, he will not interfere with the prisoners' right to whisper and exchange gossip.

But tonight, the only thing echoing in the huge space was the sound of snorting and swallowing.

Looking at the scene of eating in full swing, Captain Byron patted the young man who was still wearing an apron: "Xiang Hai, the mission has been completed very well, and I will leave it to you to take care of the cafeteria in the future!

It would be even better if we could train a few similar apprentices within half a year."

Guan Xianghai was quite embarrassed by the praise, he waved his hands and said: "Actually, there is nothing surprising, just mix any vegetables you can find with meat, and fry them casually..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help sighing, there is a shortage of ingredients, and there are no ingredients. The east coast is almost a nightmare for all Chinese chefs.

To make matters worse, foreigners are not used to traditional Chinese food at all.ChopSuey (chowder restaurant), which is now popular, is actually boasting the helpless choice of Chinese workers as a unique Chinese food, while the real eight major cuisines and Manchu Banquet are not even qualified to appear on the menu.

Father is an old-school style of accepting death, and he would rather suffer from being left alone every day.But he was depressed inside and had nowhere to resolve it, and when his son's skills were taught, he would pass away forever.

Of course, Guan Xianghai hopes that one day he can open a real Chinese restaurant, but before that, he must ensure that his mother and sister can live in peace and stability.

【Do you have any special dishes you want to eat?Let me know in advance so I can get ready] he tiptoed and whispered to the tall Mr. Hadley.

Byron looked serious. Others must have thought that he was thinking about some important family and country affairs. After a long while, he leaned over and replied, "Let's have noodles with sesame sauce."

【You are such a foodie, that's right, without sesame sauce, where is summer? 】Guan Xianghai gave a thumbs up, only feeling that the foreign officer in front of him was as kind as a father and brother.

Reid stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Andy who didn't know why he was in a daze: "What are you thinking, big banker? Wait a little longer, and Heywood will rush over to help you eat."

Heywood, who was reminiscing about the wonderful dinner, squinted and scolded with a smile: "Red, I'm in your mind, is that the image?"

Andy ignored the noisy inmates, squeezed the handle of the spoon, slowly stuffed the rice into his mouth, and thought in his heart: "Which one should learn first, Chinese or cooking?"

The author has something to say:

*【】in Chinese

*Please be well = I will handle the matter, don't worry

*Eat Master=Old glutton, gourmet

The stupid author is not old Beijing, if there is any error in the use of dialect, please correct me

But sesame sauce noodles, really fragrant 2333

*Explain the current progress of the emotional drama:

Byron (possessed by the second male in distress): My straight boyfriend has a white moonlight in his heart, so I just watch quietly...

Andy (Maine's No. [-] Vinegar King): How about a long-term relationship? !Why is it getting worse and worse...

Where did this goblin come to steal the show?

No, I don't want to be friends anymore, I want to be a boyfriend! ! !

Guan·Stealing Goblin·Xianghai: The two brothers are so procrastinating, watch me make an assist

Huh?One hit?

then a few more feet

The first straight man in the universe, please get married in situ

Above, the small theater is over

* No prizes to guess, Mr. Dufresne will learn Chinese or cooking?