[The Shawshank Redemption] Converted

"Mr. Dufresne, I wish you all the best in your career." Secretary of State Dunlap smiled and handed over the company's certification documents.

In fact, the fact that an important official of the Maine government, who can manage everything in daily life, personally supervised the registration process of an investment company is enough to show how optimistic he is about this calm and smiling young man in front of him.

As soon as the other party smashed it down, it was worth millions of dollars, and there was no hesitation on his face.

Not to mention that his peers are hard to come by, no one dares to underestimate him even if he looks at the entire New England financial sector.

After all, it has only been half a year since Andy Dufresne was released from prison after being cleared of his innocence—the speed with which he was reborn really surprised people in the industry.

"I heard...you still have a private collection under construction? I don't know, which design master did you invite?"

The Secretary of State sent Andy away while greeting him, refusing to let go of any chance to get closer.

"It's Mr. Hadley, who..."

Before the banker was full of praise, Mr. Dunlap widened his eyes and asked: "The one who made a big commotion in the south, that Mr. Hadley?!

Oh, Dufresne, what a vision you have, his designs have made Webber a fortune and are now worth soaring!Or you should act quickly..."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Secretary of State was surprised to find that Dufresne, who had always been low-key and humble, showed a little complacency on his face. It was obvious that he was very pleased with his words.

As the process went more smoothly than he expected, Andy had to wait a few minutes longer for the driver who was on standby in another block.

He walked to the tea room familiarly, and before stepping in, he keenly caught his name from the bursts of charming laughter—it seemed that the enthusiasm of his Maine legend had not yet receded.

"...that Mr. Dufresne...that's right, the poor man who was wronged to kill his wife..."

"Hey, seeing how talented he is, why can't he think about his former wife so much?"

"Carrots and cabbages, everyone has their own love... However, they don't lack women, and there are many bees and butterflies, aiming at Mrs. Dufresne's position!"

"Of course, there is no shortage of icing on the cake... Speaking of which, where did he serve his sentence? Augusta?"

"No, no, what is the name of Shawshank Prison in Portland by the sea... Oh, why did you forget that it took half a year to send the letter to the Financial Secretary!"

Hearing the past from his mouth, Andy just realized that, unknowingly, since he sent the first funding application letter, spring, summer, autumn and winter have gone round twice.

Today, the prison library with the most complete facilities in Maine is in Shawshank.

He didn't intend to be an audience anymore, and was about to leave, but he stopped because of the next sentence: "Ah! I remembered! One letter a week, nothing can be changed, it is simply tingling... Fortunately, he gave up early, otherwise, for the sake of Telling him to shut up and stop, it will cost hundreds of dollars..."

The paper cup in his hand was piled up into a ball, and Andy turned and left, walked quickly into the car, and said to the driver: "Itinerary adjustment, take me to Caisco Bank first."

In less than half an hour, Mr. Dufresne easily uncovered the true identity of the library patron.

As expected, it was Mr. Warden who was on a business trip, his soft-hearted pillow man.

After a day's work, Andy returned home to his study room, pulled out the letter paper, and wrote the No. 20 nine applications—although the current Shawshank is not short of money, but the facilities in the public prison, Augusta This is duty-bound.

Putting the envelope into the postbox, on the way back, Mr. Dufresne checked the mailbox standing next to the courtyard, and subconsciously divided the newly received stack of letters into two.

While twirling, his fingertips suddenly stopped, because, the last letter was filled in the receiving column, and he and Byron were two people.

The letters are like meeting each other, and the neatly written text with some trembling traces reminds Andy of Brooks, who "worked" with him in the library—an old man with a shaky walk and silver hair. Two months ago, he officially Retired from the Shawshank Breeding Team.

'Warden Hadley, Mr. Dufresne, I'm all right now...

It's sunny here, I feel like a roadside palm, full of life, arthritis like I've never had it...

The neighbors around me are very friendly. They read, swim, and play chess every day, as if living in a dream...

Everything around seems to be designed for our age, there are many handrails, the car is very slow...'

The signature shows that the letter is from Arizona, the Sunshine City.

The occupancy qualifications of this community for the elderly are not expensive - the most common type of apartment, only relying on the points that Lao Bu has accumulated for three years, is more than enough.

What is really rare is that Byron used his honor to change his parole activity area from the overly humid Portland to a southern town where the seasons are like spring.

After reading Lao Bu's letter, Andy thought: "People who call the Sunshine City project a flash in the pan, want to see it fall, but some of them are waiting..."

The leisure and comfort revealed between the lines shows that Byron's design considerately takes care of all aspects of the silver-haired people.

Time is ruthless, no one is forever young, the aging market will not wither, but is like a torrent, unstoppable.

Raising his wrist, he realized that it was only a quarter of an hour before little Archie's school time. Andy hurriedly put down the letter and walked towards Santa Maria Kindergarten.

"Da... Uncle Dufresne!" Archibald's golden curly hair shone in the setting sun, and behind him was a little black-haired boy who seemed to belong to the Williams family next door.

"This is my friend, Tommy." Archie took Andy's palm and shook it gently: "Can he go home with us?"

Andy squatted down, touched the top of his son's head, turned his eyes to the thin figure who was half a head shorter than Archie, and asked gently: "Tommy, have you greeted the family? Lest they worry"

Little Tommy pursed his lips, hesitated to speak, and finally just nodded.

What he thought in his heart was: "Family...the nanny is not here on leave, how can there be anyone in my family?" '

When Andy heard this, he took his left hand and took the two children on the way home.

On the way, he quietly listened to the two children humming the melody he had just learned, and rummaged through his memory for his impressions of his neighbors——Mr. Williams, speaking of half of his peers, worked for Fidelity Securities As a trader, his busy working status is the same as before he was imprisoned.

As for the baby's mother, Mrs. Williams, she had the misfortune of not being able to survive the postpartum hemorrhage, so Tommy had never, as far back as he could remember, had his parents by his side.

Mr. Dufresne cuts fruit plates for the children in the kitchen, while Archie and Tommy struggle with oversized puzzles.

"Tommy, it's your turn."

The other party was staring at the group photo on the wall of the living room in a daze, and was taken aback, and randomly pressed the broken piece in the palm of his hand on the base map.

"It seems weird...Tommy, look again, Tommy?" Archie was not angry when he noticed the little friend's inattention, but just stared at him curiously.

"...if only my mother was still here... Dads are very busy, but at least everyone has their mother with them," Tommy explained in a low voice.

Not knowing how to comfort his depressed friend, Archie thought for a moment, patted his chest and said, "I don't have a mother either, we are the same."

Tommy couldn't help but glanced at the family of three on the wall again, and sighed, "But, even though they are all busy, Uncle Byron still comes to pick you up often..."

The short black-haired boy hoped from the bottom of his heart that his father would show up at the school gate, even if only once.

However, until the cold night of early autumn when Byron returned from Rhode Island, Tommy failed to realize this little wish.

Successive failed decisions shattered Mr. Williams' courage to make a comeback. As he jumped off the roof, little Tommy's expectations were all annihilated in the torrential rain.

It was the first time Byron saw the number one friend that his son kept talking about. The little boy's forehead was wrapped in gauze that oozes blood, and there was no light in his dark eyes.

Following Andy into the kitchen, Mr. Hadley, who was confused, asked softly, "What's wrong with this kid? Did he fight with his classmates? We Archie didn't participate, did we?"

Yes, even though Archibald was clean from hair to toe at a glance, and Tommy's injury was shocking enough, for a while, Byron was only thinking about the safety of his good son.

Andy tapped his finger on the window, signaling him to look at the yard next door. The inside and outside of the house were as dark as splashed ink, and there were no lights.

"Tommy's father has an accident, the house belongs to the real estate that has been liquidated, and his family has no close relatives... Rather than being sent directly to the Children's Bureau and staying alone, I think it would be better for him to stay with us first ...

As for his brow bone, it seems that when he got the news yesterday, he fell down the stairs and bruised..."

Byron nodded, glanced at the clock, listened to the wind and rain outside the house, then looked at the black-haired boy who was huddled on the sofa silently, picked up the car keys from the coffee table, and said to Andy: "Then you leave Stay home with Archie and I'll take Tommy to the hospital to get repacked"

Hearing this, Archibald jumped up from the sofa, ran to his father in three steps at a time, grabbed his trouser legs and begged, "Dad, I want to go too! Let me go with da... Uncle Dufresne Bar!"

Byron turned his head and saw one big and one small, staring at him with the same bright blue eyes. Although he didn't want them to go out to enjoy the cold wind, he could only sigh, gently hugged Tommy, and walked to the garage first.

In the waiting area outside the clinic, Archie pressed the needle hole for the tetanus vaccine for his friend, Andy paid the fee not far away, and Byron ran downstairs to the laboratory to wait for the results.

Drinking sugar salt water, Tommy finally spat out the first words of the night: "Archie...thank you...and your dad and Uncle Dufresne..."

He wanted to thank so much, so he didn't know what to say first.

Tommy wants to repay their kindness with everything he has, but finds in despair that he is alone and has nothing to offer.

After searching for a long time, he took out a few candies from his trouser pocket and stuffed them into Archie's hands.

Archibald counted seriously, then put three pills back into Tommy's palm, and said with a smile, "Let's share together."

Tasting the sweetness of candy on the tip of his tongue, Tommy's tears couldn't stop flowing.

He was afraid that, like Bessie whose parents divorced, he would go to a completely unfamiliar city, follow the foster family found for him by the Children's Bureau, never return to Portland, never see Archie again, and no one else , share sweets with him.

Little Archie kept his father's advice in mind, wiped Tommy's tears with a tissue, and said anxiously: "Cry slowly, don't let the wound get wet..."

Unexpectedly, when the words fell to the ground, the other party cried even more fiercely, almost rivaling the heavy rain outside the window.

"Archie, I don't have a mother, I don't have a father... I... have nothing..."

After a while, he felt himself being gently embraced by his friend, and whispered in his ear: "Tommy, let me tell you a secret"

"I don't have a mother either, but I have two fathers"

When Tommy raised his head in shock, Archie clasped his hand on the palm that was still holding the candy wrapper, and said firmly, "Let's share together."

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After running 800 meters, I continued to lose blood...

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