[The Shawshank Redemption] Converted

When they saw Byron put on a neat suit and walked up to the high platform surrounded by all his subordinates, the prisoners in Shawshank cheered in unison: "God bless! Mr. Hadley, it has really become our prison Long!"

The kind of joy from the heart spread outwards, and even the thick and heavy fortress looked a bit light-the iron gate could block their bodies, but it did not hinder the far-reaching vision, and the future was clearly visible.

If you have to find a suitable metaphor, I will use what Guan Xianghai, who came back to watch the ceremony, said: "During the hot season in the northern hemisphere, this group of people seems to be living a New Year's Eve. They can't wait for the sound of gongs and drums and the sound of firecrackers to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new. !"

But to catch a prisoner at random and ask: "Do you have any regrets?"

The other party will nod affirmatively: "It's a pity that I didn't see Norton wearing a prison uniform and walking in... Otherwise, I will give him two punches if I try to clear the points."

A half-true report letter brought more than just Byron's five-day court tour.

Its more value lies in the fact that the old and new residents of Shawshank are very clearly aware that if there is no Captain Hadley to stand up, the original warden will have to squeeze every drop of blood and sweat from them before giving up.

It is precisely because of this that when the news came that Samuel Norton resisted arrest and committed suicide at home, it never aroused people's sympathy.

As for Byron who took office, there is nothing wrong with adapting to it. After all, he is the one who decides the big and small matters in the prison.

However, there are still some advantages to being promoted - the office on the second floor has a large opening, good lighting, and even the wooden desk is extra spacious, which is just right for two people to work together.

He tilted his head slightly, glanced at the banker beside him, saw the data that made his scalp tingle, and obediently turned it into a concise report under the hands of the other party, and admired in his heart: "The talent is extraordinary, I can't be envious..."

Perhaps his gaze stayed there for a long time, causing Andy to look back at each other, and asked with a smile: "Mr. Hadley, what are you peeking at?"

He was bumped into a work sneak, and Byron's ears were hot, and he pretended to be angry and said, "This is my office. Where do you want to see? Do you need to sneak around?"

But he didn't know that in the eyes of lovers, this prudish appearance was the most lovable.

Andy's eyes were full of tenderness, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he didn't answer.

Under the sunshine in the afternoon, the slightly curly hair was so light that it was almost golden, which set off the whiteness of the snow, making people unable to take their eyes off.

"... Dufresne, to be honest, was it popular in the whole school back then, and countless little girls handed you love letters?"

"You're being silly again, Byron...even in New England colleges, there aren't many female students. Not to mention, most of them come to the 'bridal class' after they get engaged."

Andy explained with a helpless smile that the deeper he got in touch, the more he could discover the Mr. Hadley that no one else could see—it goes without saying, but he was confused about many common sense things. very.

"Then there will still be people, I wish I could meet when I was not married..." Byron added the second half of the sentence in his heart: "Those who are not engaged will not have a chance, Mr. Dufresne, it is already mine."

The jealousy in the words floated to the banker sourly, but what he tasted when he opened his mouth was as sweet as honey.

"What other people think has nothing to do with me. As long as you come at the right time, that's fine..."

In the first few months of being imprisoned wrongly, Andy often hugged his knees and leaned against the window in the dead of night, thinking: "Ask yourself, you are not ashamed of others, but you shouldn't drink away your sorrows, otherwise, why did you suffer such a catastrophe?" ? '

He is not the character of complaining, but he also feels the misfortune caused by the things in the glass, so he vows not to drink alcohol in the future.

But from the moment he really got to know Byron, the depression in his heart gradually dissipated. If suffering is the prelude to this opportunity, he would like to repay it with applause.

Stared at by the jewel-like blue eyes, Warden Hadley couldn't bear the "shock". Not only did his ears turn red, but even his cheeks were stained with shame. He quickly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, you Hills Club, do you still have an impression?"

Another convenience of being the warden is that more detailed file details are available for reference.

Therefore, Byron was finally able to tell Andy with evidence: "The bartender at the country club had an argument with Glenn Quentin, and I found out that the dish towels he stole from the part-time restaurant ..."

Hearing this, the banker's eyes became brighter. Obviously, he understood that the stack of cloth towels with bullet holes was a key evidence that was no less than a murder weapon.

Spreading out the fabric, the thread-embroidered iris is exactly the same as that mentioned in the archives.

Glenn Quentin, who served as the club's golf coach, the lover who died with Linda, and the tall, green-eyed bald man in Byron's mouth, Elmo Bletch, were just passers-by in Andy's mind.

But the dish towels listed by the prosecutor as evidence of deliberate murder are still fresh in his memory—perhaps it was his performance in court, which was so calm that the jury firmly believed that he, who drank three bottles of whiskey in a quarter of an hour, was still alive. Can remember to silence gunshots.

"Dufrene, although there is still a lack of direct proof of the type of murder weapon, we can proceed to re-appeal..."

A series of crisp ringtones interrupted Byron's words. He picked up and listened to a few words before handing it to Andy: "Jimmy's, I need you urgently."

"Andy! Two days ago, in Westbrook, a group of illegal trafficking gangs were seized. The firm intercepted the purchase records of . He stayed at the club, his name is..."

"Elmo Bleich" on both sides of the microphone, speaking in unison.

So far, the information in the hands of the banker and Mr. Warden have been merged into one, the chain of evidence is complete, and the appeal process starts immediately.

Every review of unjust imprisonment must go through layers of re-examination. After all, the huge compensation to the victims is nothing compared to the crisis of confidence in the entire judicial system.

However, real gold is not afraid of fire. Facing iron-clad evidence, five years ago, he testified that Andy had bought four dish towels from a convenience store clerk. He changed his name and said that it was the police's inquiries and the media's pursuit, which made him lose his principles. make up lies.

On the one hand, Dufresne's gun was picked up by fishermen who went out to sea in the early morning of the day before the incident, which matched the defendant's testimony in court; For indisputable fact.

With all the witnesses and material evidence available, Andrew Dufresne finally got back the long-overdue fair ruling on the day the snow fell in early 1951.

The real murderer was arrested in Rhode Island, and he received a life sentence without the possibility of parole. He never had the opportunity to run around and do evil again; the former prosecutor who investigated the case left Texas, where he ate sand all day long, as he wished, but went straight to the prison cell .

Five years of wrongful imprisonment, in exchange for 20 US dollars in compensation, is an astronomical figure unheard of for ordinary people, but for Andy, who is in the financial world, it is only a number, not enough. He invested in the collection more than half of.

"Du Flan, these unscrupulous tabloids are really disgusting. Why do you lie down and earn an annual salary and really not lose money? Why don't you arrest them and keep them locked up until retirement, so that you don't have to work and get a million dollars for nothing? !"

Without even looking at the slogans in the newspapers, which tried to attract people's attention with unconventional ideas, Andy approached the aggrieved Mr. Hadley, and whispered with a smile: "One of them is right, I am indeed not at a loss, and I have earned you , is priceless and measurable”

The lover, who was always unable to guard against the full score of love words, repeatedly made strange moves, and Byron could only blushed and directly gagged his mouth forcefully.

"Daddy, Daddy, Tommy asked me to play next door... Daddy? Uncle Dufresne?"

Archie, who was so tall that he almost grew to his father's waist, ran out of his bedroom bouncing around, scaring the two adults and bouncing away in an instant.

Byron, who thought his son was taking a nap obediently, was at a loss for words for a while.

Before he could organize his words, he explained to the five-and-a-half-year-old Archibald that his relationship with "Uncle Dufresne" was developing by leaps and bounds.

Little Archie took a step forward, walked up to Andy who was also at a loss, gently grabbed the corner of his clothes, and asked, "Uncle Dufresne, do you like the weather in Maine?"

Although he didn't know why, Andy still squatted down, looked directly at the pair of round eyes that resembled himself, and replied gently: "Of course, Archie. There is no place in the world that attracts me more than Portland."

The moment he heard the question clearly, thanks to his excellent memory, Mr. Hadley instantly recalled the father-son conversation about "new mother" and "weather preference" in the late summer two years ago.

So, as expected, he couldn't help but smile as he watched his only son throw himself into the banker's arms with joy.

Archie's next childish speech made him even more unbearable, and he laughed out loud: "Uncle Dufresne, then you will be my new mother from now on, right?

I'm so happy, Archibald likes Uncle Dufresne so much...just a little less than he likes Dad! "

Raising his eyebrows, Andy was about to correct the address, but when he got up holding his newly born son, the pain in his waist made him swallow his words, thinking: 'Forget it... what he said...'

Byron reached out and stroked his son's golden hair, and reminded: "Archibald, you should be called Uncle Dufresne—"Daddy""

Little Archie changed his words in a good manner, took a father's wrist with one hand, folded their palms together, and announced very solemnly: "Archibald Hadley, since then there have been two fathers! We are also a family of three~ "

This year's Christmas, every family was reunited. In the new house built by Hadley's designer, the two big and one small sat around the dining table, happier and happier than usual, and they were no longer alone.

The author has something to say:

*In the first half of the last century, even in the United States, many women’s higher education was completed in independent girls’ schools

The road to gender equality is really not easy, everyone should cherish this beautiful era~

*The process of redressing injustices is not written in detail, I am afraid that more bugs will come out and I will not come back

Ability is limited, readers, little angels, please forgive me

*The text ends here

*There are still some foreshadowings (please give positive examples), so there will be three to five chapters outside the story (the timeline is much more random)

But the drop time will be at the end of March (no update next week), after finishing the paper at hand, the stupid author will come back

*Thanks to all the little angels who accompanied me all the way, although I didn't reply to all the comments

But your message is the motivation for me to persist, I love you!