Bandit [strong]

A few days later, one afternoon, Luo Qiang was making hand-rolled noodles in the cafeteria. In the evening, he was going to show everyone his skills and make eggplant noodles.

He kneaded the dough until it was neither hard nor soft, and it felt right to the touch. He sprinkled some dry flour on the chopping board, and slowly pushed the dough outward with a rolling pin to form a large cake.At this time, wrap the rolling pin in the dough, push it with your fingers, push the roll outward, roll up the rolling pin in the other direction, and continue to push the roll, so back and forth, the dough becomes thinner and thinner.The noodles cut out in this way are thin, tough and firm...

This is handed down from Father Luo's family, and old Beijingers make noodles by hand.In the seasons of spring, summer, and summer, it is very cool and refreshing to serve with a bowl of tomato boiled noodles, eggplant boiled noodles, lentil noodles, and sauerkraut minced meat noodles.

Hu Yan sat by the desk, propped his cheek with one hand, and watched Luo Qiang roll out the noodles without blinking.

Luo Qiang didn't even lift his eyelids, and snorted, "What are you looking at, haven't you seen it? Didn't your mother make you noodles?"

Hu Yan cast a seductive look and said, "My mother can do it too, but my mother is not as attractive as you."

Luo Qiang: "..."

Luo Qiang couldn't do anything with the cheap, crap, and brown candy of the little fox, so he picked up the rolling pin and waved his hand: "Go and shave your head! There are fucking hair stubble all over your body, it's all on my side !"

Hu Yan shrugged and said, "Nobody shaves their heads today, and there's no one in my store. I'm free. Let me see if you can do it?"

Luo Qiang: "You can get lost, kid."

Hu Yan: "When Captain Shao comes, I'll get out immediately."

A refrigerated truck from an outside delivery company delivering goods to the cafeteria in the supervision area slowly drove in, braked firmly at the back door of the cafeteria, and the driver jumped out of the car.

The last time Luo Qiang drilled into the chassis of this car, escaped from prison and ran out to do work.

Luo Qiang saw it through the large glass window of the cafeteria, put down the bread in his hand, took off his apron to wipe his hands, opened the curtain, and went out to help the driver unload the goods.

Old Master Zhang showed a simple and honest smile on his dark face, and nodded at Luo Qiang, both of whom were familiar faces.Without further ado, Luo Qiang went to the back compartment to lift the goods, but Lao Zhang stopped him: "You don't need to be busy, I'll bring a helper."

Old master Zhang turned his head and pointed at the young man carrying a box of frozen chicken legs behind him: "It's him, Huizi, you recognize him, and he will deliver the goods to you in the future."

Surprised, Luo Qiang straightened up and stared at the newcomer.The young man had a cropped head, the back of his neck and arms were tanned and rough, he worked swiftly and diligently, and he moved more than a dozen boxes in a short time, without making a sound or talking nonsense.

Luo Qiang leaned his head to pass cigarettes and fire to the master, and asked, "Master Zhang, didn't you always deliver the goods?"

The driver master smoked a cigarette: "No, I have been delivering goods to Qinghe Prison for eight years. I am old, tired from long distance running, and I don't have much money. My children are all urging me to retire as soon as possible!"

Luo Qiang asked: "Does the superintendent know? Have you made a report?"

The driver said kindly: "Of course I made a report. This young man is very hardworking. He has been working in our company for more than a year. No problem! Take care of this young man in the future. I won't come next time, Huizi will come. "

Luo Qiang nodded slowly...

A young man named Huizi carried a box of eggplants, looked left and right in the grocery room, and asked in a muffled voice, "Where to put it?"

Hu Yan held a candy stick in his mouth, fiddled with it with his tongue, glanced at the person with his beautiful eyelids, didn't even bother to lift his hand, and pointed with his eyes: "Put the eggplant in the corner."

Wherever there is something to do, there is a fox who is smart, quick-witted and lively.Comrade Xiao Hu glanced at the newcomer up and down, and kept nagging: "Hey, what's your name? Where are you from?"

Huizi glanced at Xiaohu, her lips were murmured, she didn't say a word, she looked like a mute, or more like a personality disorder, autism.

Huizi is tall and strong, with a long dirty face, dripping with sweat, and the sweat mixed with dust and scum flows down the sides of the face, flows down the neck, and flows to the collar of the overalls, where the collarbone exposed in the collar The chest and chest appear strong and muscular, with broad shoulders.This man has thick black hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, deep cheekbones and chin, and shiny copper skin. He looks like a typical person from Guangdong and Guangxi in the south.

After Hu Yan took one look, he couldn't help but take a second look, and then took a third look carefully at the other person's slightly sunken eyes and deep double eyelids...

Xiao Hu commanded: "That, that, put the potatoes there!"

"The chicken legs are in the freezer over there!...The cabbages are all piled up on the wall, I mean the wall!..."

Huizi asked him to turn around, shook off his sweat, straightened up in a daze, looked at Hu Yan blankly, turned and left.

Hu Yan stared at the man's lower back, strong buttocks and thighs, and muttered loudly: "The strength is really good, but the brain is a little slow, and I can't understand anything, it's half a beat..."

Luo Qiang has been leaning against the door, motionless like a statue of a door god.He was smoking a cigarette, the butt of which almost burned to his lips, and he looked at the newcomer without blinking.

He stopped the little fox from talking too much with his eyes.

Hu Yan was so annoyed and bored, he fiddled with a volleyball back and forth, left and right.Comrade Xiao Hu has been practicing volleyball hard recently, trying to get a chance to play.Everyone in Class [-] played sand volleyball with Luo Qiang and won the Supervision League Championship. Hu Yan was the shortest, so he didn't have a chance to play, and he was really wronged.

Hu Yan raised his neck and slapped the ball on the ground, and the ball hit his wrist, which made him stunned.

The volleyball flew out obliquely, with a lot of momentum, and it was an inch, and flew obliquely towards Huizi's face!

"Ah! You..."

Hu Yan called out.

When Luo Qiang saw it, he subconsciously bounced his back off the door frame and stretched out his hand to block it.

Huizi was sweating profusely carrying a box of big potatoes, with both hands occupied, the volleyball flew straight to the door in an instant!

The volleyball thing is very hard when you hit it enough, and it's not a joke to hit it in the eye, it can swell half of your face.Half a second was not enough time to blink the eyelids. Huizi supported the plastic box with one hand, and suddenly withdrew the other arm and swung the volleyball sideways like a whip, hitting the eyeball with a loud "bang". , two slightly angry and menacing eyes shot at Hu Yan's face with almost discouraged balls!

Hu Yan opened his mouth in a daze, but didn't react.

Luo Qiang stepped forward and "slapped" the ball flying towards Hu Yan, dragged Hu Yan over, and blocked him tightly, ready to go with all his strength.

That big box of potatoes weighed fifty catties.

The cigarette dangling from the corner of Luo Qiang's mouth fell to the ground, his back stretched straight, his eyes were shrewd and sharp...

The young man with a short cut and dark hair steadily took a box of potatoes, moved it into the grocery room, and walked out sullenly, wiping the sweat from his eyelids, his face expressionless, like a piece of wood.

When the truck was slowly moving, the person sitting in the passenger seat suddenly turned his head, glanced at Hu Yan from the corner of his eyes, stared at Luo Qiang coldly, and then turned his head quickly...

"Depend on……"

"He hit me with the ball..."

"I didn't mean to."

Xiao Hu muttered in a low voice, he had never suffered such a ruthless move from others, it was a bit embarrassing.Fortunately, he thought that kid was good-looking just now, tall and strong, and quite handsome.

Luo Qiang squinted his eyes at the truck leaving in Juechen, and said coldly, "Well smashed."

Hu Yan: "Who smashed it better?"

Luo Qiang snorted Hu Yan's head, and the corner of his mouth pulled out an expression: "You hit it really well, neatly."

……

Since this day, the person who comes to the canteen of the third prison district to deliver goods every week has really become this Cuntohuizi.

This man was wearing serious work clothes and a company badge. Every time he came back, he had a face full of coal and dirt, like a black charcoal head.He is on time every time, works very hard, and does not say a word and ignores people.

Ever since Huizi came to deliver the goods, Luo Qiang found out, and Hu Yan also came to the cafeteria every time to stand guard, as if he had made an appointment with the two friends.

As soon as the fox ran to the cafeteria, Shao Jun couldn't sit still anymore, and he didn't like it anymore, so he ran to the cafeteria every other day, checking the guards, and keeping an eye on him.

Thus, the cafeteria in the third prison area became like this:

Huizi, who delivered the goods, was sweating profusely in and out, carrying things;

Comrade Xiao Hu wandered around the man's rear, looked him up and down, and asked questions;

Mr. Shao sat with his legs crossed in the rattan chair by the door, squinted his eyes under the police cap, stared at Xiao Hu's every move, flicked his fingers on the baton around his waist; Luo Qiang tied an apron and stood by the chopping board, Continue to knead his dough, roll out his pancakes, and enjoy the handsome profile of the big mantou by the way...

Hu Yan once leaned over his head, picked up the small sign on Huizi's chest, and looked at it carefully.

"Your name is Li Hui?"

The other party nodded sullenly, with straight eyes, as if they were born unable to turn corners.

Hu Yan: "Aren't you a local? I don't think you look like one."

Huizi was bored for a while, then said, "My hometown is Guangxi."

Hu Yan: "Then why did you come to Beijing? It's so far away? Can't you find a job locally?"

Huizi: "..."

Hu Yan pouted: "Hey, can you speak a few words of human language?"

Huizi raised her eyelids coldly, and suddenly snorted, "Can you speak less human words?"

Hu Yan: "..."

Third Master Shao couldn't help but groan: "If you don't talk, you can suffocate me to death."

Luo Qiang laughed while rolling pancakes: "Little Hu, teach me how to meow."

Hu Yan let a group of people take turns to make fun of him, pouted angrily, ran away with a bunch of grapes, and went back to work in his barber shop to shave his head.

Mr. Hu's hair stylist in the third prison district has different hair styles, which are different from others.Everyone else is shaved bald, with a layer of fluffy green stubble, only Mr. Hu has long hair on his forehead because of his professional needs. With two inches of hair, I scratched it with hairspray and made a cool look.

The prison has also introduced new regulations in the past two years. Those who pay attention to human rights do not have to squat down with their heads in their hands when they enter the prison. Homosexuality is no longer explicitly prohibited, and prisoners are even allowed to dye their hair.

The new prison rules came out, and the women's prison next door immediately turned into a flock of colorful wild ducks. Several pairs of female prisoners who were good-looking began to openly hold hands on the playground.In the men's section, there are also a few young men with yellow stubble.This time, Mr. Hu is unique again. He dyed himself a bright purple color. When he ran out, his hair shone purple in the sun.

Huizi flung two gloomy eyes from under the brim of her hat, and sweat hung on her black and curly eyelashes.

Hu Yan fed himself grapes as he walked, and his hips twisted charmingly as he walked.

Huizi couldn't help following the purple hair on Hu Yan's head, took a look, and couldn't help but take a second look...

Hu Yan shaved the head of a prisoner in his small barbershop, looked up in the big mirror, and saw a tall, tall man standing on the threshold, like a wooden stake.

Hu Yan turned around: "Yo, why are you here?"

Huizi stepped in and looked around: "Your shop?"

Hu Yan cast a proud little look, indicating the signboard at the door: Beautiful Phantom Hair Salon in Qinghe No. [-] Ward.

How about a fucking hair salon... Huizi glanced at the signboard, with a slight mockery at the corner of her mouth: "Then, give me a haircut."

That day Huizi actually sat in front of Hu Yan, and the supervisor on duty saw that this person was the one delivering goods from the cafeteria, so he didn't stop him.

Hu Yan said: "Your face is so dirty, I can't do anything. I'll wash and shave your face."

Huizi said coldly, "Yes."

Hu Yan said again: "I shave the prisoners' heads for a centimeter. I shave your heads and face. What do you earn? You let me do it for nothing?"

Huizi: "...you love grapes? There are two boxes of rose fragrance in the refrigerated truck, here you are."

Hu Yan foamed the man's hair with extremely proficient and professional techniques. His fingertips were neither light nor heavy, making the man lean back comfortably, and the Adam's apple on his neck was shaking slowly...

Hu Yan pinched the blade with two fingers, and moved closer to the opponent's face, very close, meticulous.This person washed his face completely differently from the dirty one. His face was long and thin, his nose was straight, his eyes were slightly sunken, and his eyes were indifferent.

Huizi half-closed her eyes, fully exposing the most vulnerable point on her neck, sliding under Hu Yan's blade.

He looked at Hu Yan's meticulous and serious face through the light from the slits of his eyelashes.Hu Yan's skin is relatively thin and fair. People with this skin type have many moles on their faces, which are all exposed when viewed closely.Huizi counted them one by one. On Comrade Xiaohu's face, on his forehead, at the corners of his eyes, at the tip of his nose, and at the corners of his mouth, there were several small black moles.

Hu Yan didn't shave this time, but cut his best hairstyle seriously. A thin and handsome face appeared in the mirror, with smooth lines, and his temples were shaved as thin as a knife.

"Satisfied?" The corners of Hu Yan's mouth curled up.

Huizi nodded, did not speak, and stared straight at the person in the mirror...

Hu Yan took the opponent's hand smoothly, and gently rubbed the opponent's finger joints. His movements revealed a hint of provocation, and the thin and delicate eyelids outlined crescent-like eyes, and said casually: "I Grind your nails."

……

****

That night, in the bathhouse, a group of people from the second brigade had just left after taking a shower, when a large group of boys from classes five, six, seven and eight rushed in snoring. In the 15-minute battle bath, there was no time to hang around, and each of them took off their clothes quickly with their slippers on. They quickly stripped off in 15 seconds, and their speed was all practiced.

Luo Qiang mingled in the crowd with a sullen face, scanning every face vigilantly, and passing by people one by one.

He took over the job of collecting garbage, and watched the movement of the garbage station every day. Now that such a strange and suspicious Huizi came to the back door of the cafeteria, Luo Qiang could not be suspicious when he went in and out of the prison area every week?

All the clues are quietly indicating that there may be a big chaos in Qinghe Prison. A more serious conflict than the last time Tan Long planned to bomb the prison is brewing, and there are people behind the scenes.

Luo Qiang gestured to Shunzi with his eyes, and Shunzi understood, while the guard on duty was not paying attention, he squatted down and pretended to rub his feet, and reached out to touch the heating pipe by the window...

Shunzi touched something, opened his palm, and showed it to Luo Qiang.

Luo Qiang took a look, small blades, iron nails, screwdrivers...all came out of the workshop by taking advantage of the opportunity of workmanship.With so many guys, it's obviously not something that can be gathered in a day or two.The guards would notice if things were lost in the factory, so these things must have been stored and hidden for a long time.

Luo Qiang shook his head, motioned for Shunzi, and then put the things back as they were, so as not to let the opponent find out.

After taking a shower, the hardcore group of the seventh class came out to get dressed. Luo Qiang took out a wet cigarette from his clothes, lit it and smoked it in his mouth.

Comrade Xiao Hu got angry, stuffed a soap box into the crotch of his underwear, jumped onto the bench in the middle of the room, and twisted his hips in full view of everyone.

The onlookers burst into laughter, and Luo Qiang squinted and scolded: "You bastard, you bastard, there's nothing in your crotch, and you're still stuffing it in."

Hu Yan: "Once it's plugged in, there it will be."

Luo Qiang: "Who can't tell it's fake if it's stuffed?"

Hu Yan: "Brother, you can tell that my crotch is fake, people have stuffed people into our prison area, can't you see?"

Luo Qiang's expression suddenly sank, and he hooked his hands at Xiao Hu, keeping his expression calm...

The group from Class [-] quickly put on their clothes, they didn't even have time to wipe off their bodies, put on prison uniforms and went back to the room, closed the door, and all gathered on the bed in the big bunk for a secret meeting.

Luo Qiang asked: "Little Hu, what did you mean just now?"

Hu Yan frowned and said, "Brother, what do you mean by me? I don't believe you can't see that there is definitely something wrong with Huizi who delivers the food in the cafeteria!"

Hu Yan's brain was spinning quickly, his eyes glowed, and he lowered his voice, reporting to Dapu the various information he had collected these days: "Brother, I'll help you find out about the tricks of their second brigade. The garbage truck collects things from various prison numbers, which is their way of contacting and cascading troubles! There are people outside to respond, the poisonous cigarettes must not be made in our downstairs Wumart supermarket, but delivered in from outside! Also, delivery What's the matter with changing faces at this time? And the most important thing! That day when I hit Huizi with a ball, he held dozens of catties of potatoes in one hand and hit the ball back with the other. Look at this portrait Is this a migrant driver? This guy definitely has kung fu in his hands and feet. I found a gun callus on the middle finger of his right hand. He is a Lianjiazi. Brother, you have to be careful!!!”

The little fox finished speaking in one breath, and his thoughts were very clear.Moreover, this person is very popular in the prison area, there are many "friends", he has many eyes and ears, and he loves to inquire about everything, so he knows everything.

What Xiao Hu said was something that Luo Qiang had pondered over and over again in his head, and they coincided with each other.Luo Qiang listened, his eyes shone brightly, and the corner of his mouth showed an appreciative smile: "Jingdouzi, can you?"

Hu Yan drew a crescent shape on his lips: "Hmph, can those pussy pussies of theirs hide it from me?"

Luo Qiang said mockingly: "I thought your son's name was Chun'er, and I fell in love with that Huizi."

Hu Yan said disdainfully: "Who has his fancy? Can I have a crush on him?...Who do I have a crush on, bro, don't you know?"

Luo Qiang: "..."

Luo Qiang: "Tell me the business!"

Shunzi said, "Brother, should we report to Team Shao and the Warden Chief?"

Luo Qiang shook his head quickly: "Let's not talk about it... Huizi doesn't make a move, seeing that Tianlai is just doing work in the canteen, and we can't catch anything against him."

Shunzi said, "Could it be possible to wait for something to happen to them?"

Luo Qiang pondered: "Let's see what these people are going to do."

Hu Yan muttered in a low voice: "This group of people, a group of people, there is one line over the garbage station, going east and west to the prison area, and another line over the canteen, driving in, they have tampered with both ways , just waiting for something to happen..."

Luo Qiang's face suddenly turned cold, and he crushed the burning cigarette butt into the table inch by inch with his palm.

Hu Yan and Luo Qiang blurted out almost at the same time.

Hu Yan: "Brother, I understand!!!"

Luo Qiang: "I understand, these bastards... They are trying to escape from prison together!"