Tong Jianhua was expelled from the party and removed from public office, and was sentenced to 15 years in prison, deprivation of political rights for life, and confiscation of personal property worth XXX million yuan.

  After the verdict was announced, I cried uncontrollably. 15 years? How is that possible? 15 years! 8 years would have been enough. Someone must be manipulating the trial results. I will appeal, all the way to the Supreme Peoples Court. I must appeal.

  It seems that this lawsuit is going to be fought all the way to Beijing, no matter how much money is spent, no matter how much energy is expended, and no matter how many lawyers are hired. As long as it can reduce her husbands sentence, even if it means a reduction of just one year, she will not give up.

  Tong Jing also learned of the verdict, and her mood was very low that day. No matter how the doctor advised her to speak up, she remained tight-lipped. Just when there was a glimmer of hope, the patient couldnt give up so quickly, or else all efforts would be in vain.

  "Tong Jing, lets go for a walk downstairs -" The doctor needs to create a good mood for the patient, and more contact with the outside world is also beneficial for the awakening of brain nerves.

  Nearby is Wushan Square and He Fang Street. The doctor said to go for a walk, should be taking Tong Jing to Wushan Square for a stroll.

  "Want to fly a kite?" The doctor looked up at the kites soaring in the sky above the square, hoping to use this to exercise Tong Juns right hand. If it couldnt be flown, it didnt matter, as long as it could stimulate her left brain nerve.

  Tong Jing also raised his head to look at the kite, with long hair tangled in the wind. The two of them together were like a kite meeting the wind, flying high and high. Even though it was filled with the pain of longing, it was still joyful. He missed her, and she missed him too. Tong Jing really wanted to let go, but she looked down at her right hand and shook her head instead.

  "If you dont try, how will you know?" The doctor smiled faintly and walked over to a nearby stall to buy a kite.

  Tong Jing stood still, looked up and watched the kite flying in the air with the wind, sometimes high, sometimes low, in various colors. He had always thought that kites were objects with allegorical meanings. Perhaps each of us is just a kite, drifting aimlessly with the wind.

  "Are you American?" Suddenly someone patted her on the back.

  She turned back inexplicably, slightly stunned, and a beautiful and elegant face appeared before her eyes, breathtaking beauty, those amber-colored eyes shining like jade, with a noble spirit, wearing fashionable casual clothes, carrying an exaggerated travel bag, holding a map in hand, with fine sweat on her forehead, revealing a row of clean teeth, smiling at her.

  Seeing Tong Jing turn back without a reaction, the boy repeated: "Are you American?"

  Tong Jing didnt react immediately, because the boy was asking her if she was American, with a standard American accent, but soon Tong Jing realized - possibly due to being mixed-blood, the boy had mistaken her for an American.

  Cant speak, can only shake head to tell him its not.

  "Which try you from?" The boy knew he had mistaken the girls nationality and smiled awkwardly, thinking she was American like himself.

  The doctor stood at a distance quietly observing Tong Jing, expecting him to open his mouth and speak.

  The boy asked himself where he came from, Tong Jing tried to move his mouth, wanting to tell him that he was Chinese, but he couldnt say a word.

  "Whats up?" The boy saw the girls struggling expression and was very puzzled.

  Tong Jing gave up speaking, stretched out his left hand, grabbed the boys right hand, and drew an English letter "a" on his palm.

  "Are you Chinese?" The boys eyes widened in surprise, exclaiming in Mandarin, staring at her incredulously.

  Tong Jing nodded.

  "Are you a mixed-blood?"

  Tong Jing nodded again.

  Why doesnt this girl speak, she just nods or shakes her head, and even writes English with her left hand on her palm, why doesnt she speak, is she - a mute?

  "Why arent you speaking?" The boy couldnt help but ask.

  Tong Juns eyebrows furrowed, how could he explain it clearly all of a sudden? And this boy was asking too many questions, I didnt even know him, and thought about turning around to leave.

  "Hey—" The boy was a bit anxious and unconsciously reached out to grab Tong Jings arm, "Dont go yet, can I ask you for directions?"

  Tong Jing stretched out his arm from his hand and took a step back, deliberately keeping a distance from him.

  The doctor sensed something was off and rushed over, "What are you doing?" His tone was fierce. He had originally thought the boy was just asking for directions and was rather looking forward to Tong Jing trying to speak up, but he hadnt expected the boy to be so forward, using his good looks to hit on young girls.

  "Oh, dont get me wrong, I just wanted to ask for directions?" The boy calmly pushed the map towards the doctors face, and he really was going to ask for directions.

  The doctor looked at the map with a mixture of suspicion and doubt, then raised his head to take another look at the young man. "You really just asked for directions?"

  "Right, I wanted to ask her where Mount Wu is. I only know this is the Wushan Square, but I dont know where to go to climb Mount Wu?" The boy said honestly.

  "Sorry, I dont know either, Im not a local!" The doctor waved his hand to indicate that he wasnt clear about it either. After saying that, he patted Tong Jun and said, "Lets go fly a kite, Tong Jun..."

  Tong Jing nodded and followed the doctor from behind.

  Suddenly another sentence came over, "Can I fly a kite with you guys?"

  Wow, who is this boy after all? It turns out that he is Gong Shengkai, the grandson of Old Man Gong. He came to Hangzhou with his father to attend the 50th anniversary celebration of a girls high school. Since they were attending the celebration, it was inevitable that they would donate money. Moreover, the establishment of this school was originally funded by his grandfathers donation, so they had to come.

  Hes here, Gong Shengkai this restless guy, must run out to stroll around, Hangzhou has many beautiful scenery, yesterday just went to visit West Lake, today want to climb Wushan, all alone, he likes to travel freely by himself, according to the map arrived at Wushan, but didnt expect it was Wushan Square, looked for half a day still dont know where to start climbing, just saw a "foreigner", gazing up at the skys kite, her pale and melancholic expression, hair fluttering in the wind, and her deep blue eyes, mysterious and beautiful.

  She is American, I dont know why Gong Shengkai thought this girl should be from the same country as her, grew up in the same place, relying on intuition he approached her, maybe he just wanted to say hello.