[The Shawshank Redemption] Converted

At five o'clock in the morning, Byron was awakened suddenly by a noise, and found that the people beside him were not sleeping soundly.

Andy's brows were frowned, his breath was short of breath, and the hand that was pressed on top of the quilt was pinched so that the veins bulged.

Byron nudged the other person's chest while calling in a low voice: "Dufrene? Dufrene? How are you?"

Andy suddenly opened his eyes, looking at his lover who reached out to light up the desk lamp, and the familiar furniture around him, he was still a little dazed.

He took the warm water from Byron, and finally showed a smile in the face of worried eyes: "Don't worry, it's just a nightmare..."

Byron couldn't help raising his eyebrows, but he didn't know what kind of dream could actually make Mr. Dufresne, who is determined to be determined, unable to relax for a long time?

Andy drank the water in the glass, and the two of them lay down again, but neither of them felt sleepy. Byron turned over and suggested, "Let's talk about it, what kind of bizarre stories your brain is making up?" ?”

After pondering for a moment, Andy propped his cheek with one hand and said, "Do you still remember your former boss?"

"Mr. Webb? You dreamed that he went bankrupt? Oh, we have more than a dozen projects that are making money every day, which is a bit difficult..."

"No, Samuel Norton"

"...that guy has been in hell for years."

"Yeah, I almost forgot what he looked like... Anyway, I dreamed..."

Andy reorganized the language and continued: "I dreamed that I was still in Shawshank, Norton was still the warden, and Tommy actually became my cellmate... He also dealt with Elmore Bletch... ..."

Having said that, he paused again, as if he was waiting for Byron to laugh out loud at this bizarre development.

However, the other party showed complete surprise on his face, and touched his chin solemnly, and actually listened to his wild thoughts.

"Afterwards, Tommy, who happened to know Blake's crimes, decided to testify for me. Who knows how I would treat one person's words as a life-saving straw, and went to Norton in a hurry..."

He looked at the familiar face in front of him, and said the ending rather complicatedly: "The warden, who is earning black-hearted money, naturally refused to let me go. In order to seal his mouth, he instructed his subordinates... the prison guard captain to open the door." gun……"

If it is said that Byron was only an interested audience when Andy first started speaking, he can no longer stay out of it now-he knows better than anyone that the captain of the prison guard will be him, or rather, This dream was exactly the original fate of Byron Hadley.

His fingers grasped the quilt unconsciously, thanks to the dim light, nothing unusual appeared.

After taking a few deep breaths, he said in a joking tone, "Andy, if you think I'm not good enough for Tommy, just say so. I admit that I didn't do it. Treat him like Archie..."

With regard to his adopted son, Byron has always maintained a distance between father and friend, and he does not seem to worry about everything like Archie, but it is in line with the educational characteristics of most Western families.

These words successfully amused Mr. Dufresne, and there were a few lines of laughter in the corners of his eyes: "I never thought so, I guess that kid Tommy doesn't want it either, an old father like you who is always staring at the report card, He's having fun."

Hadley, a self-taught master architect who graduated from the police academy, cultivated his only son in an academic style——Archibard grew up with a personal experience of the obsession engraved in his father's bones. Everything is inferior, and only There is high reading.

"Hey, I'm not yet 45 years old, how can I be considered old?" Mr. Byron's focus is just that, different.

"But I'm not far away from 50 years old..." Andy said with emotion: "Time flies, the children are going to be in their third year, and we have known each other for 19 years."

Byron glanced at the calendar, thought for a while and retorted: "This time, you made a mistake. It's been 20 years since we first met."

In the summer morning of 1966, the two gentlemen were still arguing, so we might as well turn our attention back to that day in 1946.

"Berlin Philharmonic, Sunday afternoon, two tickets for the balcony on the right, right, sir?" the employee at the box office confirmed to Byron.

"That's right, thank you very much," he said, and he counted out seventy dollars and handed it in. The wallet lost weight visibly to the naked eye. Fortunately, he can return to his old job next week, and his salary will double soon.

Thinking of the new job, Byron immediately collected the tickets, got up and ran to the trolleybus station. The first task assigned to him by Mr. Henry from the design institute was to go to the cooperative company to retrieve relevant materials. an hour and a half.

Byron went down the stairs with the half-meter-high document in his arms, thinking of the surprise he had prepared for Susan, and the fat son spitting out milk froth in the cradle, his feet accelerated unconsciously, but suddenly missed.

There are still three or five steps to the floor platform. If you fall at this time, injuries are inevitable.

Fortunately, among the group of people heading upstairs, the one at the front reached out in time.

"Watch your steps (watch your steps)" the other party urged while holding his left arm.

Byron thanked him again and again, but his heart was still a little nervous, for fear of leaving a rash impression and delaying the major events of the Design Institute.

However, the person in front of him didn't say much, nodded and walked up, leaving him with a thin and tall back.

"You were really dangerous just now." The exclamation behind him came from the female staff who handed over the information to him.

"Yeah, thanks to the fact that the executives of your company are busy and don't have time to criticize me..." As he spoke, Byron carefully sorted out the mountain of information in front of him, and walked down level by level.

"Oh, that's Mr. Dufresne, he's just here to discuss the contract..."

The voice of the female staff seemed to be mixed with disappointment: "He is young and promising, and treats people kindly. I hope to have the opportunity to work with him... Alas, it is a pity that he married too early and has already married."

Byron went in with his left ear and out with his right ear, filtering out gossip. When he walked out of the gate, there was a faint trace in his heart: "Aren't all the big capitalists cold?"

"What a wonderful day" Byron Hadley faced the somewhat dazzling sunlight and looked at the distant sky, which was cloudless.

The author has something to say:

After thinking about it, I cut off some brain holes...

Words have final chapters, their world is endless

In fact, when I was conceiving, the beginning and the current ending are what I most want to write

I didn’t expect that a moment of impulse could develop into a story of [-] characters (thanks to you all the way)

I don't know if there is a witty little angel who discovered the foreshadowing left by the stupid author very early? (Welcome everyone to go back to the first three chapters to dig hahaha)

About people:

Everyone thinks Byron and Andy are very warm, but in fact, to a large extent, it is determined by the situation

Egoists are not the same as outright bad people, they are just ordinary people who are relatively selfish...

Byron will draw a small circle, in the circle are the people he cherishes, for whom he can give a lot

Outside the circle, he won't take the initiative to hurt, but he can't be said to care much, except for challenging the bottom line, it is normal to stand on the sidelines

Thinking about it in another way, if Byron was wrongly imprisoned, he would seize the opportunity to befriend the upper echelons of the prison

As for the illiterate inmates around him, he couldn't find a common language, and it was difficult for him to empathize with their plight

Therefore, Andy will do such things as beer on the rooftop, writing letters and repairing the library, and playing music through loudspeakers, but Byron will not mind his own business

And if Andy is facing a greedy boss, he will never make resignation an option.

He will speak out for the justice in his heart and for the oppressed and exploited people, no matter what pressure he will face

Things hurt their kind, and Andy is more respectable than Byron, because his "kind" includes inmates who are not very familiar with him.

Include people with a wide range of education levels and interests

His kindness and humanity are more precious than wisdom and perseverance

The stupid author asks himself, he is more like Byron, so he will be moved by Andy's bright blue eyes

Zi once said: If you are poor, you will be good for yourself; if you are rich, you will benefit the world

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