last reservoir

Chapter 8

?Ling Yuge was taken aback, what is a personal matter, could it be his father...

As a personal matter, Jian Ling entrusted a lawyer to apply to see Maggie.

In just a few days, Maggie seemed to have aged 20 years.His dull gray hair fell back in a random bundle, his face seemed to have ten times more wrinkles, and his eyes were red, swollen and dry, and he wiped them with his fingers from time to time.Seeing Jian Ling, she grinned, but her smile was a little sad, revealing her bright red gums.She was wearing a gray-black prison uniform, which was wide and fat, hanging on her withered body, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Jian Ling sat on the chair on the visiting side, and immediately confirmed that the person sitting opposite was not an image, but a real person, "Maggie, are you okay?" His throat was sore, and he could hardly speak.

"Sleep well all the time, Jane, thank you for helping me get a lawyer, so that my useless life can be postponed."

Hearing this, Jian Ling's eyes widened in surprise, "What did you say?" Most countries in the world have abolished the death penalty, and Europe is at the forefront in this regard.

Maggie nodded slowly, "Yes, child, don't get excited. I have signed the death penalty voluntary form, everything is voluntary, and no one forced it."

"You, you said, those people... are all..." Even though he was mentally prepared in advance, Jian Ling still couldn't believe it.

Maggie rubbed her cheeks with her withered hands like autumn leaves, "Andrew is the sixth, and he came to explain this matter to me that night. We could have done it more stealthily. But, You know, I'm tired of this kind of life. I've been tired of it for a long time. In the second year of knowing you, I wanted to change my life. I wanted to find a job and support myself decently. No For anything else, Jane, what a pure child you are, and I don't want to tarnish you."

She looked at Jian Ling with a smile, two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks, she reached out to wipe them off, "But, it doesn't seem that simple, when I fill out my resume online, I can hardly fill in 'work experience', I always Can't you fill in that you have more than 20 years of experience in 'sex services'?

"I've known those people, old acquaintances for many years, and we're all poor people, the kind that shouldn't exist in this world. Yeah yeah, the world's economy is bad enough, but there are people like us who don't There are moths who pay a lot of taxes but enjoy benefits in vain.

"Sasha has severe rheumatoid arthritis, and joint replacement is unlikely for him. His insurance coverage is to get some pain relievers or placebos from the doctor. Later, even those small pills He couldn’t let him have a peaceful night’s sleep. He wanted to die, but he didn’t have the courage to kill himself, so he came to beg me. I asked him to climb the missionary stone together, and I helped him on the edge of the thousand-foot cliff.”

Maggie spoke calmly, as if she were telling someone else's story.

"There are a few more, I can't tell you one by one. The last one is Andrew. He asked me for a little barbiturate. He planned to take it himself when he got home. I didn't let him go. Put it in his teacup, and watch him die. Because, I am tired of this kind of life, and then I pray that the police will take me away, because, I heard that people who voluntarily die are given the ultimate punishment. Humane solution."

Jian Ling stared at her blankly, silent.

"Why do people live?" Maggie asked softly.

I don't know, Jian Ling said in his heart.At this time, he remembered another thing. Back then, his mother, the high intellectual elite, probably didn't have the chance to choose the death penalty voluntarily.This seemingly humane "voluntary" death penalty has always been prepared for these ants who have no value in the eyes of the world.When they die, someone will breathe a sigh of relief, because another ration is saved for the earth.

Maggie stood up, "I'm sorry, honey, I have to go!"

"Maggie!" Jian Ling stood up, "There is always hope for people to live, right? You can appeal to the court and ask for the withdrawal of the death penalty application. Don't be afraid, I will take care of you." I don't care what others think of me , how to say me, I just hope you can stay.

Maggie, who was about to turn around, stopped, "Jane, thank you! You are a useful person to the world, and I am a moth. Thank God for our meeting, and I am sorry that I can no longer prepare tea for you. After finishing speaking, she smiled slightly, and the gray prison clothes on her body floated away with her.

Jian Ling and Margaery Yangsen met 18 years ago. At that time, he was a childish college student, and she was a charming alley courtesan.

On a boring vacation, he traveled here alone.The once prosperous metropolis, the end point of the Eurasian Continental Bridge, has become somewhat lonely and depressed due to years of economic crisis.The boats on the canal passed under the arches under his feet.The listless young and middle-aged people huddled together in the coffee shop in the corner without saying a word. There was an unknown fire on everyone's head, and a war was about to start at any time.He suddenly thought of his mother, and the North Sea Oil Company project that made his mother lose her freedom. If it succeeds, the world will probably be completely new.

Although it was a holiday, he didn't want to go home.A few years ago, the North Sea Petroleum Company closed down and was merged, and his father soon became the chief research director of the new owner.He didn't want to doubt anything about it, but subconsciously he felt that his father must have played some disgraceful role in the whole matter of his mother being prosecuted, not to mention that the new tycoon Mr. Dulcelle was his father's friend.

Jian Ling has always disliked Dulceller, he is a typical unilateralist predator, who will do anything to achieve his goals.Although Jian Yiwen always missed Joseph when he was in college, he was rude but not lost his temperament, but since he took over the class of the rich man who was seriously ill, he has become more and more like his father in his life.Many times, Jian Yiwen wanted to completely break off relations with him.

Jian Ling wandered in the drizzle, missing his mother, and felt that his impression of her was getting blurred, which made him extremely sad.He walked on the narrow street by the river in a daze, and he didn't know when his eyes were full of tears, of course, maybe it was just rain.

Unknowingly, he came to this not-so-famous area, and several muscular punks followed him.Jian Ling was not afraid of fighting, but at this time he was not in the mood to fight with others. If he did it, he might kill someone, so he quickened his pace and walked forward.Those little gangsters obviously took his evasion as cowardice, so they aroused a bit of rogue competitiveness, and accelerated their pace to keep up while laughing.

Although two of them were directly placed on the road by him, after all, two fists are no match for four hands. Jian Ling's head was chopped off by a stone and bled, so he had no choice but to run away desperately, followed by a few gangsters chasing after him. Abandon.

Until now, Jian Ling couldn't remember how Maggie appeared suddenly.He only remembered being held by the plump-chested woman through the narrow aisle, and being held on the head in her hall to stop the bleeding.The blood and rain blurred his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly. He only felt a sweet and sweet smell surrounding him.

"When such a handsome boy cries, no one loves him. My dear, why are you crying?" He spoke softly and nicely in English.

For some reason, he cried even harder and buried his whole face in the woman's arms!

I haven't cried like this for a long time.

Although the woman was stunned for a moment, she did not push him away, but hugged him even tighter, allowing him to sob loudly in her arms.

Jian Ling found himself hopelessly in love with this woman named Maggie, who was 20 years older than him.On every holiday and free weekend, he would come to see her.

They fucked wildly in Maggie's tidy little house, from morning to night.Maggie never turned him down and insisted on not taking his money.

Maggie, wearing a blue denim apron with hand-embroidered orange flowers, baked his favorite hot apple pie.With eyes of admiration and awe, Maggie sat gently beside him, not daring to breathe, watching him finish the thesis with his portable computer.

The two of them huddled in bed on a rainy autumn day, covering their legs with a clumsy moth-eaten wool blanket against the lack of heating.Maggie was shivering from the cold, but Jian Ling was as hot as a red-hot coal fire. He held Maggie in his arms, rubbed her hands constantly, and talked about the things in the university at her request.

As the "cradle of future human civilization", a large university has all the resources it should have, and at the same time, the university is more stringent in the selection of students.Being able to squeeze into a university means having the majority of the few resources in this world.Parents all over the world, rich or poor, are doing their best for their children's future. However, no matter what level of competition, it is very difficult for poor children to get into a good university.

Later, Jian Ling finished her Ph.D. and worked in Durcelle Energy Company. She planned to rent a small apartment for Maggie so that she could come out of the mud of this slum and live a decent life.But she was rejected by Maggie, who thought it was the only way to maintain her self-esteem in front of him.

Because of her busy work schedule, Jian Ling came here less and less often, and she no longer had any youthful and frivolous sexual impulses towards Maggie.The relationship between them is more and more like ordinary friends.

fair enough!Maggie thought to herself that he was an eagle flying high in the sky. Although he would fall into the chicken coop when he was young, he might not always be with chickens and ducks for the rest of his life.She liked how Jian Ling treated her and cared about her like this, but she never forced her.

Though on cold winter nights, when she hides under the rough sheep