Chapter 41

My only impression of Pinghai Intermediate People's Court was still in 1998.

At that time, the court building had just been completed, and my father sat in the dock of the First Court of Criminal Court, burst into tears.

The smell of acrylic was suspended in the air, like a large pot of rotten corn porridge that was heated again.

I looked ahead. The judge's seat was so far away. I looked behind. The audience was densely packed with endless.

The presiding judge accused his father of his crimes in a fluffy and funny tone. The fluffy was probably because of her body shape, and the funny could only be because the official language of this small northern town was mixed with Mandarin in the local dialect.

And this time, there was no Zhengyi Court, no corn porridge, and no fluffy presiding judge. What awaited me was the old and the young black and white impermanence.

The old man is a Fujian native, with a round face and a short one. He always has a mouthful of phlegm in his throat and a cigarette on his right hand forever.

Basically, he said ten words, and I can understand a few words, which is not bad.

The few are from Chenyang, with a medium figure and a little acne on his face. He is a master of Western Political Litigation Law.

Ten minutes after meeting, he began to encourage me to take the postgraduate entrance examination, which was warm and touching, but he was suspected of getting the wrong script.

As you can see, everything is OK.

The Civil Court is in charge of infringement disputes. Simply put, the neighbors give me a brick and I will give you a hammer. After that, I can't pull it clearly, so I covered my head and sued it at the yamen.

In fact, after reading the file for a few days, half of it was like this kind of trivial matter, which was a bit painful.

What's even more terrifying is that Bai Wuchang is still a student himself (more than half a year after he joined the company). My arrival completely liberated him, and since then, printing, binding, copying, and running errands have been put on me.

After leaving the court twice, the person who wrote quickly on the trial table was naturally a mediocre person. It can be said that he didn't even raise his head several times during the entire trial.

Of course, the ghost of Wuchang has tried its best to take care of it. Bai Wuchang reminded both parties several times to speak slowly, so that I could save their saliva on the manuscript paper.

It turns out that I have been practicing calligraphy all the time.

In this regard, Hei Wuchang said that although his writing was a bit crooked, my clerk was quite responsible in his work, and He Fang’s students were different.

So I asked him what his relationship with Lao He was.

I don’t know you, Teacher He, and she is quite familiar with her.

His hair was gray, his fingers were yellow, and his voice was filled with smoke.

Which one is the Executive Bureau of the High Court?

This is a bit stupid, and I began to regret it as soon as I said it.

Li Guoan is quite good at it. Hei Wuchang is a professional, after all, he is a professional. In theory, he created the list of those who have committed the dishonest man some time ago, so it is useful.

Regarding the internship, at first my mother pretended not to know and asked me what I had planned for the summer vacation.

I convinced her, what did she convince her? I said I had never seen you pretend like this.

My mother smiled, her hair hanging down on her cheeks, and her waist bent down.

After a while, she patted my shoulder: This is going to be closed down, and I don’t know what you are doing there. You are still a little tender when you play with me.

I glanced at the quietly exposed pink bra strap and just snorted.

But Ah, my mother put her hair together and pulled her nightgown and collar. She also praised you for your high efficiency.

Lao He is indeed efficient. She called me a few days later and asked me about my internship.

Besides the soreness of my hands and arms, what else can I feel?

So I said: I copied a lot of documents and my writing skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

Lao He didn't understand and said with relief: Just get used to it. If you really don't get used to Ah, you can change your master.

She said that she still has a student in Pinghai Intermediate People's Court. She took maternity leave some time ago and could go to work in the past two days. She is also a senior citizen, just Pinghai locals.

However, I don’t care. In fact, I have no plans to change my master.

It is obvious that no matter who you follow, your fate of writing hard and your hands and arms will never change.

Being beaten means being beaten. There is really no need to go through tricks, so when Lao He asked to give him a mobile phone number, I refused.

Unexpectedly, not long after, the third day or the fourth day of Lao He's call, Zheng Huanhuan actually came directly to ask for someone.

At that time, Xiao Dong (Bai Wuchang) and I were having lunch in the canteen of the Intermediate Courtyard.

You can't say that the big meat buns in the cafeteria are really good. Even if I can't make it for breakfast, I won't forget to order two more buns no matter what I eat at noon.

Just when I was sucking the buns and eating them in a vulgar way, a woman sat opposite her unceremoniously.

Before I could look up, she spoke: Xiao Dong, Xiao Dong, next time the canteen food assessment will be conducted!

Xiao Dong smiled and said, "What's the matter."

The woman said: If you haven’t seen each other for a few days, you will be so round, which shows the food level in our canteen.

Xiao Dong said damn, and the woman laughed, hahaha, too bold.

Soon I suspected that this person was breathless when he spoke, so she knocked on the bowl: Oh, this is the legendary intern, right?

I swallowed the bun quickly and nodded.

Alas, the woman doesn’t look at me, but faces Xiao Dong and lends me to play for two days.

This is like a stone wrapped in a bun, almost choking me.

As you expected, Xiao Dong naturally didn't want to let go, but he didn't dare not let go, let alone the other party was a female, so he looked at me and let me decide for myself.

I really don't know what to say.

So Zheng Huanhuan said: This is the order of Teacher He, how dare you disobey?

I don't understand when Lao He was already equated with the Japanese Taijun.

In fact, Zheng Huanhuan is pretty good. She is tall and thin, with white skin and big breasts. From a visual perspective, she is much stronger than black and white impermanence.

So of course, at the woman's request, I went to her place to report after lunch, and Xiao Dong screamed and had no choice but to do anything.

As the name suggests, the new master is very happy and can talk about any topic.

At first, I also focused on professional relatedness, such as legal education, court trial procedures, and document writing skills. This word-of-mouthed teaching has indeed benefited me a lot.

However, soon after getting to know each other, this person's bold nature was immediately exposed.

From college life, I'm in love, check-in, married life, have children, and postpartum depression. She said distressedly that she had postpartum depression. She just told you to do whatever you told you to do, don't make me mentally ill.

Even, there were two bloated and lonely afternoons, Zheng Huanhuan encouraged me to call Xiao Dong to come and fight against the landlord.

Just like the white-hot world outside my classmates, all this is ridiculously exaggerated.

Of course, Lao He’s gossip is indispensable, and the new master is very concerned about our Teacher He’s marriage and love issues.

What surprised me was that she knew about Xiao Li, although it was just a rough idea.

After I bit the bullet and said something, she criticized the stinky man hard, and then lamented that he was not good at congratulating his life.

Back then, did you know, Li Guoan was just messing around with his students, why do you think he entered the political and legal system?

To be honest, although I can’t say I like it, I don’t reject internships. After all, how to spend the long summer vacation is really a problem for me.

If there is no internship, like last year, it would be nothing more than sleeping, playing piano, playing games, and masturbation.

If Comrade Paul Kochakin knows that he will die before he will dig Comrade Ostrovsky's ancestral grave.

Unfortunately, in most cases, the court internship was just one morning after lunch, and there was nothing else important, so I just patted my butt and left.

As Lao He said, grassroots courts are busy, and intermediate courts are so idle that they can't get tired of you.

However, in the scorching sun, the leaves are chirping, and even the asphalt road is buzzing, which is a handful of places for entertainment.

I can only run around and find stupid guys.

This is also unremarkable when it comes to playing cards and pounding billiards, or swimming in Pinghe.

I really wonder how I survived the past ten years.

Only when you jump into the water with a three-meter-high reservoir, you can get a trace of joy from this dark and deep summer.

Unfortunately, there is no more watermelon to steal on the flat river beach. Whether in 1995, 1997 or 1999, the sweaty tension and joy disappeared in the roar of the sand-drilling boat.

The mother naturally didn't know about swimming.

In fact, after 2000, Ergang has never left as a negative example. Just like Pinghe, it has maintained the tradition of drowning more than ten people every year, which is admirable.

Wang Weichao has no worries about summer vacation.

This conscientious steel mill child was not idle and waited for death like his peers, but spent 12 hours playing mahjong in the duty room at a time in three shifts.

Too tired.

He said as he rubbed his dark circles and yawned.

There is no doubt that this pussy has gained weight again, although he does not forget to brag about how he actively participates in the National Basketball Fitness Event in the Special Steel Community.

The finals will be in a while, don't forget to watch.

He looked up and saw most of the beer, and he smiled. This was a big event, no worse than the Olympic World Championships.

It seems that this place where you can't even find a pussy hair, and the cultural and sports activities are quite rich, which really brings you the blessing of Secretary Chen.

It is logical that electricians have a very leisurely job. Unless they encounter abnormal conditions, they have no choice but to focus on production and rectify the trend recently. You can't lose a second if you're drying your butt. It's really fucking Chen Jianye, the grandson.

After coming back for more than ten days, I have met Wang Weichao twice, one was to pound billiards and the other was to swim in Pinghe.

In the dazzling halo, he spread himself on the water, like a beautiful giant, and like a huge bubble.

I stood on the cement platform of the reservoir, and for a moment, I really wanted to pierce my head at the oily belly in front of me.

Basketball is naturally indispensable to me.

As long as it is not windy or rainy, every afternoon, I will go to the Second Vocational High School near Yujia Garden to play basketball.

Children nowadays are too strong. Don’t look at their thin arms and legs, they are so scattered and have many tricks. They are really good at art and never give up until they are amazing. I can be said to be quite inspired after a few days.

It is worth mentioning that the Pingju School of Youjin Yàn is not far from the Second Vocational High School. Looking north at the basketball court, you can see the dilapidated three-story teaching building and the shit-yellow winch.

I went there a few days ago. The student dormitory building was already under construction. My mother said she was tight and could only build two floors first. Besides, it is hard to say what the source of students is.

According to grandma, investors follow behind, but your mother just ignores people.

This is a strange thing. I didn’t expect that there are still experts who are willing to invest in opera education these days, so maybe they are kicked in the head by a donkey.

The teaching building is also under renovation, and the entire roof needs to be refilled and reinforced. My mother said that this is not a problem with the art education special fund subsidy.

The office located in the Cultural Complex moved in in May, and I couldn't help but experience it the day after I came back from Pingyang.

The bureaucratic capital is indeed grand. It looks like a pigeon nest from a distance, but it looks like a pigeon nest from a close distance, but the tempered glass stretched from the dome is a bit inappropriate.

The troupe office is on the third floor, with a large conference room, a gym, two offices, and a mother's makeshift bedroom with shower.

The conference room was large and unsuitable, and I probably hadn't used it a few times. The gym had two treadmills and a pull trainer. There was a table tennis table on the right side of the door. When everyone came here, they mostly practiced blanket skills except playing table tennis. The bedroom was small and tidy, with a table, a bed, a sofa and a wardrobe. It was said that it was an emergency and at most they would take a nap.

Of course, there is a unique fragrance of mother.

In the past ten days, I have been running to the theater troupe a lot.

It’s not that I feel conscience and suddenly Cute has developed a love for traditional opera, but that I have to pass by the intersection of the old commercial street every day for internships.

Thanks to the crowds of traffic, you wouldn't even stand under the statue of the River God to insulate the singing, chanting, beating, and babbling in the Red Star Theater.

Just those few times I went there, there were quite a few audiences in the afternoon, but it was hard to say how much they watched the show and came for the air-conditioning tea.

In fact, I have been overwhelmed with the invitation to foreign performances since May, but not only on this hot day, but some performance conditions are really average, and the troupe has promoted a lot.

The script of "Flower For Media" is still running in. My mother laughed and said that she would never give up until she created a fine product. After that, she would save a few more books and wait for the new actors to appear.

Zheng Xiangdong can be described as a beautiful scenery in the theater, with black cloth shoes, key chains, jinglings, and a gust of wind.

Every time I came over, he was very happy. The baked black hair and bright eyes seemed to announce that there was finally a successor to traditional opera.

Unfortunately, I can neither represent the younger generation nor dare to exaggerate my interest in opera.

Zhang Fengtang looks good, and I don’t know how far she has made her donkey-faced pianist.

What’s so annoying is that she always asks me to take Lu Hongfeng to play: I will take your brother with you if you have played basketball. You tall and strong man, who is playing games all day long, really hates people!

Playing a game?

Not only that, I met Lu Hongfeng twice in the troupe, one came to get the keys, and the other hid in the employee's office to go to the pornographic website.

This little pussy reacted quickly, and he cut a window with his hands trembling, even I felt inferior to him.

What’s even more surprising is that Aunt Xiuqin actually likes to watch crosstalk.

Maybe it was the afternoon when I changed my master, when I ran to the backstage sweating profusely, I saw Niu Xiuqin in the northeast corner of the front row at a glance.

It’s not that I’m sharp-eyed, but that she’s dressed too brightly.

The hollow printed short shirt on the upper body is fine, but the striped short skirt on the lower body is really colorful and dazzling, and it can't help but look too lively in the deliberate jokes.

Just when I was hesitating whether to say hello, she also caught a glimpse of me: Oh, Lin Lin is on vacation?

There was no way, I could only walk over.

Niu Xiuqin asked me what I was going to do during the summer vacation. I said I had nothing to do. She said that Ah is the best young man. After that, the topic suddenly changed: Didn’t you bring your girlfriend back?

I don't understand what this means. Maybe she doesn't mean that, but I still blushed.

Don't blame anyone, who made the weather so hot?

I'm sorry.

She spit out a melon seed skin and cut it.

Niu Xiuqin was very white, her chest was very white, and it became even whiter against the black that overflowed from the lace engraving space.

She invited me to eat melon seeds with melon seeds, of course, I smeared my sweat and refused.

I asked her what was wrong with her when she got here. She raised her chin and my aunt liked to watch crosstalk.

Don't have to go to work?

Hey, what's the point, this is not about working in the cultural industry?Just put a condom on my aunt.

She kicked me with a smile, her plump shredded thighs overlapping, and her white fish-mouthed high heels gently swayed.

This fish-mouthed high heel just became popular this year, which once again refreshed my understanding of human beings: it can really be invented anything.

The conversation basically ended here and had nothing to do with the pork-sliced ​​fish mouth to be honest, I felt uncomfortable when I saw Niu Xiuqin.

And this feeling is difficult to explain clearly.

Pinghai Intermediate People's Court is two streets away from Red Star Theater, neither far nor close.

My mother initially suggested driving me on a ride, but I politely rejected me.

So she pulled me to have a morning exercise, which eliminated the possibility of me staying in bed to avoid internships.

Of course, I also rejected this morning exercise from the bottom of my heart. At six o'clock, it was a waste of resources to not sleep.

But my mother said there were few people on the road and was a little worried about safety (morning exercise parties like grandma basically went out at around five o'clock, but unfortunately their range of activities was limited to the fitness square in the forest, and it was still relatively remote near the Northeast Ring Road), so I could only stand up with a lazy chest.

In response to this, the father curled his lips and gave three words disdainfully: "Mysterious."

There are about three or four kilometers around the forest, and it usually takes half an hour to run.

My mother's speed is average, but she has good endurance and is neither fast nor slow. If she doesn't tease her, she will only breathe slightly during the whole process. It can be seen that she often practices in the gym.

When the morning glow held up the egg yolk in red, we put our legs on the guardrail by the river to stretch.

Every time this comes, my mother starts to hang her throat, which is embarrassing.

So a group of sparrows flew away in the forest, and the dew that originally condensed on the feathers and beaks fell down, as gentle as the morning breeze.

It is worth mentioning that one morning we met Aunt Jiang at the entrance of the community.

She asked me when I was back. She was so diligent and ran.

I've answered twice.

Unexpectedly, Aunt Jiang followed her and said: Teacher Zhang, let’s run together.

The mother responded without any pause.

I followed, feeling my spine stiff.

However, Aunt Jiang was too fat and started to pant in two steps, and there was no shadow in one or two hundred meters.

I couldn't help but look back and glanced at me, and came to my senses that my mother had already run away.

When stretching, she criticized me hard and said, "You are also an athlete, and you practice endurance when jogging. Why do you practice half-heartedly?The laziness problem cannot be corrected, and when you turn the ditch.

It's simply inexplicable.

I heard that I ran with my mother every day, Zheng Huanhuan was very envious. She said that such a handsome guy must have a face when he took it out. He must hide it in the office, otherwise he would be jealous if his husband knew about it.

As you can see, in the past ten days, my master can already make all kinds of jokes heartlessly.

Her judgment skills are also OK. Although they are not as experienced as Lao Huang (Hei Wuchang), they are better at speaking clearly.

After changing his master, his workload was also reduced, and the case he had on Black and White Impermanence was at least one and a half times that of Zheng Huanhuan.

Unfortunately, even so, I still got a problem.

Generally, cases will be filed after being concluded and sent to the president's office for stamping.

On that day, President Zhou actually came to the door by himself, and his face was not very good.

On the head, she asked XX if Zheng Huanhuan was responsible for the voluntary help case. Before we could answer, the file was put on the desk: The presiding judge's signature page is lost, see where you have fallen?

After that, I flipped it all over the place, but fortunately I found it in another file bag.

To be honest, it is not self-disclosure. Some files can be divided into thousands of pages after adding various evidence and appraisal opinions. It is understandable that they don’t say anything wrong. The possibility also exists.

But President Zhou Liyun didn't think so. She taught me that this would be impossible. A small mistake caused a big disaster. The entire file was not qualified if it was missing a seal.

Alas, I said, it shouldn’t be an unjust, false and wrong case. Is it intentionally exonerated your master?

She laughed out loud when she said this.

This person is pretty good. Every time I deliver a file, she speaks Mandarin and smiles very well, but she didn't expect Pinghai dialect to speak so authentically.

Next she asked me about my basic situation, whether I was accustomed to the internship environment.

I heard that I was from X-Gen (Zheng Huanhuan is also from X-Gen), she said oh, as if she wanted to say something, but she just smiled.

Women have fair skin, thin eyebrows and thin eyes, and their facial features are as elegant as if they can be wiped off by a hot towel.

After Zhou Liyun left, Zheng Huanhuan said that her son is also an art student.

This surprised me.

This President Zhou is at most 35 or 6 years old. How old can her son be?

Stepson, she Zheng Huanhuan holds black-framed glasses, looks like a ghostly look that is shrinking her head. Do you understand the son of her husband's ex-wife?

I did understand, but I didn't know what to say.

After a long time, Zheng Huanhuan said again, "It's a big deal."

What?

Her husband is the head of the Culture and Sports Bureau.My master pressed his voice so low that for a moment I suspected something was wrong with my ears.

On July 23rd, grandma’s birthday, after discussing and finally getting to Xiaolizhuang.

At noon, my father didn't drink much.

Unexpectedly, when he was having supper, he came back with a blushing face and thick neck.

As grandma's Tianzun roared, the father smiled and said with a smile that he had a friend pulling him and he really couldn't leave.

What's the solution?

He spread his belly on the sofa, as if the suffering of the whole world was pressing over.

The mother frowned and said nothing.

That night, grandma went to bed early, and a documentary about Ma Jiajue was broadcasting on TV.

My mother said that this person is not ordinary, and I said why is it not ordinary, and she said that she was a tough person at first glance. I said that this was a summary afterwards. It was not because of the tough person who killed people, but after killing them, you felt that he was a tough person.

Oh, you know a lot.

That's right, I was a little proud. He was sexually hungry and went out to solicit prostitution. He was only angry and angry after being laughed at by his classmates.

I regret it as soon as I said it.

My mother stared at the TV and blinked, as if she snorted.

Fortunately, my father's cry came from my parents' bedroom at this time, and he said: Fenglan Fenglan!

He was always thirsty and wanted to drink water.

As soon as I came back from sending water, my mother suddenly asked Chen Yao: Have you two not contacted me recently?

How to contact?I held the can of beer without even raising my eyes.Ah online, what, QQ?

Maybe there is, I'm too lazy to watch it.

Actually, Chen Yao sent me several messages, but I can’t tell you why. I was a little angry about her going to Australia.

Maybe the recording was ruined, or maybe something else.

My son is confident.

My mother smiled and gave me a blank look.

Then my father called again: Fenglan Fenglan!

This time my mother went there for a while, and when she came out again, she said she would take a shower and let me go to bed early too.

As my mother took a bath, my father's screams did not stop. He said disrespectfully, he was like a sick pig.

I had to push the door and ask him what he needed, and my father said it was okay.

In order to avoid the screams that might come at any time, I went back to the house to read a book for a while.

When I came out again, the living room was already in darkness.

Just as I was about to turn on the light, I suddenly saw a pink light slipping out from the crack in the door of my parents' bedroom.

OK, hurry up.

Father's voice.

With almost a bang, my scalp numb, as if the sharpest knife in the world gently cut off the tip of my heart.

Tips, I moved to the door against the wall.

Are you upset?

Mother's voice.

Soon, a sucking sound came from the bedroom and did not stop, but continued.

I can't say how long it took, but I felt like I was standing on the three thousand meters track. Even though I ran hundreds of times since I was a child, I was still not sure when I crossed the finish line.

Of course, everything has an end.

Later, the sucking sound stopped, and the sound of spitting was too bad.

Mother said.

Come on, let you taste my awesomeness.My father seemed impatient, which was a bit ridiculous.After that, the mother might have snorted, maybe not, but the spring on the bed started to scream softly.You see if I can do it!The father gasped heavily.You can speak softly.The spring was still yelling, but it was stretched infinitely. I don’t know if it was my illusion.Maybe for a minute, just as I was thinking about whether to leave, the screams came to an abrupt end, and then there was a loud bang, leaving only my father's breathing.Mom, cunt.He said.At this time, I was used to the darkness in the living room.It's so strange.In fact, the ethereal sky light flowed in through the window, and the whole world was moving.However, the world is silent.