“我不是强奸犯。”杵在吴冬面前,宋秀江沮丧的神情中有几分委屈。“我是。”吴冬揶揄道,“我强奸杀人,政府怎么不判我个无期?我说你不是,我比法院还法院?老宋,提个醒,把尾巴夹紧了,比什么都强。”“我上诉,凭什么?”“再好不过,你上诉。”“得分我地,放出来,我就是公民,没地吃什么?”“地?”村主任吴冬冲着对方伸了个懒腰,“早分完了个屁的啦。村里截留的那几巴掌,我说了不算。哎,大柳树后那片地,全归你种。”“我说吴主任。”宋秀江连同学也不叫 “I’m not a rapist. ” Pestle in front of Wu Dong, Song Xiujiang frustrated look a few grievances. “I was. ” I was raped and murdered, the government how not to sentence me an indefinite? I say you are not, I court than the court? Old Song, reminded, the tail clamped, Better than anything else. “” I appeal, with what? “” Better yet, you appeal. “” Score me, release, I am a citizen, no food to eat? “” Land? “Wu Dong, director of the village at each other stretched out, ” The early sub-finished fart. The village that few be slapped palm, I said not. Hey, that after the willow tree, all you Kind. “” I said Director Wu. "Song Xiujiang not even called with the students