through those heavy years

On the first day of work, I went to the labor reform factory to carry cement bales to the car. The cement bales were [-] catties per bag, and I had to carry [-] to [-] bales a day to complete the task.All day long, what I realize is that this is the most tiring job I've ever done.Fortunately, I have a foundation, and on the first day of work, I did not perform slower than other veteran workers.Everyone watched my performance, and no one said anything insulting and urging.On the other hand, Jiang Haoran, a weak scholar, is not the kind of person who can do heavy work on the surface.His head was covered with sweat, his movements were as slow as a tortoise, and he wobbled when he walked.A one-hundred-jin cement bag weighed on his shoulders, like a mountain.

Some old prisoners are short-tempered.This is group work, and no one person is allowed to lag behind.They kept urging and cursing, and they seemed to have no sympathy at all.Some of them couldn't even restrain their temper, and kicked him hard on the buttocks, directly kicking him to the ground, with a large bag of cement lying on his chest.The prison guards who stood smoking on the side saw this situation and usually ignored it. As long as no one was killed and the progress was not delayed, they would do whatever they wanted (it seems that they also have targets to complete).

Jiang Haoran's face was full of grievances and pain.A few tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn't cry out or complain about who kicked him.He knows that prisons have a way of life in prisons, and he has to keep a low profile if he wants to protect himself wisely.He just got up with difficulty, and continued to move forward with the cement bag on his shoulders.

Seeing Jiang Haoran's helplessness reminded me of Luo Feng.Luo Feng once carried the oxygen tanks up to the third floor one by one on the construction site in heavy rain for a day's wages.I have never been able to experience this kind of labor, and I feel that I will never be able to imitate it.But for Jiang Haoran, I think Luo Feng's hardships at that time must be as difficult as he is now!

Jiang Haoran couldn't complete the task in the end.The end result he caused was that the entire group of prisoners had to work overtime with him.When encountering overtime work, every cell complained and punched and cursed, wishing to tear Jiang Haoran to pieces.I have an intuition that it is difficult for Jiang Haoran to survive in prison, unless he is very malleable and forced out by the environment.

We didn't get back to the cell until after one o'clock in the morning.Many people are so hungry that they soak instant noodles in boiled water to eat.There is a supermarket in the prison, and prisoners are allowed to go shopping once a month.But cash does not circulate in the prison, so everyone has a big account card when they enter the prison. The cash from the detention center to the prison will be charged to this card, and the money given by relatives to visit each month will also be charged to this card on the card.I have no relatives who would send money to my account card. I gave all my own money to Wang Caixia, and I used up all my money in a taxi on the way to the construction site.So even if you are very hungry, you can only drink more plain water.

There is a man named A Liang in our cell, in his 30s.He was tall, mighty and bulging, and everyone in the cell was in awe of him.He also seemed to have no relatives and no reason, and there was never any money in the big account card.He was hungry, so he could only ask others to give him something to eat.Maybe he would feel embarrassed if he ate too much.So this backlog of fire just happened to vent on Jiang Haoran, who had been working overtime and was hungry today.

He walked to Jiang Haoran's side. Jiang Haoran had just taken a shower just like us, sitting on the edge of the bed and rubbing his shoulders from time to time.When I was taking a shower, I saw that his shoulders to his waist were bruised and his skin was worn out. When the hot water poured on it, it must be painful like burning.Ah Liang stood beside him with disgust on his face, and kicked Jiang Haoran's side with his feet wearing prison shoes.Jiang Haoran is as light as a reed.With a little effort on his feet, he kicked his whole body against the door.He lay on the ground with a muffled grunt, and didn't get up in time, nor did he look up in time to see who kicked him.

A Liang said angrily: "Aren't you a fucking man? You're so sinister. It's like killing your mother to carry some cement. It's not as good as someone else's 70-year-old old man. You fucking If you don't carry more for me tomorrow, I'll kick you to pieces!" After speaking, Ah Liang continued to kick and beat Jiang Haoran.One kick was kicked directly in the ear, and the ears and eyes were bleeding.Jiang Haoran kept curling up by the door with his head in his arms, in unstoppable pain, blood and tears flowed from his eyes.

My memory suddenly returned to the scene of being hung up and whipped by adults when I was a child.That kind of pain and trauma left a shadow on my heart for a lifetime.I couldn't help getting up and pulling A Liang away.The force was stronger, A Liang retreated a few steps, and fell down on Jiang Haoran's bed.I reacted violently because I couldn't accept this kind of bullying happening right in front of my eyes.Even if standing up for an irrelevant person will make life difficult in the future, it can't stop the urge to stand up against Ah Liang.

Like the former contractor who was resisted by the employees, A Liang felt extremely humiliated.He stood up with a bang, strode forward to my side, and slammed his fist on my face.The burning pain instantly spread throughout the body.I covered my face without being knocked down. I lowered my head and held on to the door, with blood overflowing from the corner of my mouth.I quickly stabilized my body, and the violent look in my eyes was shocking.I slammed into it, and bumped Ah Liang with my whole body.Ah Liang was knocked down to the ground by me, and the two of us hugged and scuffled, he punched me, and neither of us took advantage of it, the fighting scene was very intense.

The faces of the inmates were all full of fun watching the theater.They thought I was weird at first, and now I'm witnessing weird moments to them.The inmates were not optimistic about me at first, thinking that I would be beaten to death by A Liang. After all, there is already a clear disadvantage in the body shape alone, not to mention that A Liang is a veteran fighter (A Liang was imprisoned for fighting, but I also went to jail for beating someone).I have fought a lot, and my endurance is very strong. I have been wrestling together for so long like this moment, and my arms are still full of strength.

I don't know how long I've been entangled, but the inmates started to look at me with admiration.I rolled over and pushed me up, and I saw many bruises on Ah Liang's face, and bleeding from the corners of his mouth and nose.Ah Liang gritted his teeth and used his last strength to push me back, but I had already turned over, so it was not so easy to be backed by him. struggling.

Of course Ah Liang was not a gentleman, he knew that he was completely at a disadvantage and would even be beaten to death.If he was really beaten and disabled by a young man who just arrived, in this prison where everyone respects him, he would feel ashamed to stay in the future.He couldn't tolerate such a thing happening, so he quickly called two people to help.It meant that it wasn't that he couldn't beat this kid, but that he didn't want to spend too much time with him.

Two strong men in their 30s came. They had been helped by A Liang in the cell, so whenever A Liang greeted them, they came up with fists and kicks.Soon, I was erected and fixed by the two of them, unable to move.Ah Liang wiped the blood from his nose, and the blood spurted out and he punched me hard in the stomach.I was so beaten that I couldn't bear the pain, as if I had returned to the detention center.At this time, I was thinking, will I break two ribs again this time, and lie in the hospital for more than two months.When I was lying in the hospital, I heard the two prison guards guarding me say more than once that I felt comfortable lying down and didn't have to work hard in the prison.I thought that the life in the detention center was really hard. There were so many people crowded into a small house of fifteen square meters, which was dirty and smelly.But I have never been afraid of being a coolie. I am afraid that the white color of the ward will make people crazy.I would never set foot in a sick room if I could.

No, I must stop this beating.I let out a shrill cry, hoping to attract the attention of the prison guards.In fact, the moving sound was so loud that the prison guards had already noticed it.They just took their time and didn't come until we were exhausted.After the prison guards came over, they took the fighters away and locked them in a dark room without interrogation. Everyone came up and beat them up again as punishment for fighting.In those days, I felt like I fell into hell on earth, suffering from endless pain.

One of the prison guards said to the other prison guard: "Damn, this kid! Do you know that because of beating someone, he was severely wounded at the seventh level and sent to prison. After that, when he arrived at the detention center on the first day, the prisoners who were detained together were beaten into prison again. He has been in the hospital for more than two months. Now, on his first day in the prison, another gang fight has occurred. Do you think this kid is a fool? He looks like a mad dog!"

Another prison guard laughed when he heard it.It is difficult to rehabilitate such a person after spending a lifetime in prison.They beat me to the ground and couldn't move. After talking about it, they threw me into the damp and narrow dark room casually like a beast, and then left laughing at my violent tendencies.I got involved in a fight for whatever reason, and I was put in solitary confinement for fifteen days.

There is nothing in the dark room, only a head-sized window opening two meters high.It is very hot in summer and very cold in winter.I was locked in twice.When it was hot in summer, I took off my clothes, like a corpse floating out of a stinky ditch; when it was cold in winter, I curled up into a ball, like a frozen stone hanging on a ten thousand-year iceberg.At this moment, I was shivering with cold. In the humid and dark environment where I couldn't feel any vitality, even if I was very suitable for quietness, I would collapse, and I would have to bear the peeling off as if I saw life being lost bit by bit.

I used my fingernails to trace the days on the black moldy lime wall. The fifteen days of confinement were too long for me to pass the time in a daze.I was suddenly afraid that this free time was really too much, so much that it seemed as long as a lifetime.My uncontrollable pain and sorrow finally shattered my pretended calm little by little, and I seemed to lose all my spiritual strength in an instant, floating in the endless darkness and crying bitterly.Luo Feng's death, grandma's heartbreak, and everything about myself that was too bad all hit my scarred heart.I curled up in a corner all day and all night, weeping endlessly.Tired of crying, he buried his head in his arms and fell asleep; when he woke up, he was still dizzy and crying.

When I was released that day, my eyes were used to the darkness, and I was stung by the white light for a while.Pale face, scary red and swollen eyes, drooping head, and weak body all declared that I was showing my true self.