The world is cool

It was diagnosed that the TV in the activity room could not be repaired. I don't know if the problem is really serious or the repairmen have made it better.Prison leaders were not happy when they heard it. There is no TV without TV. This is an important position for ideological education. So within two days, the old TV was taken away and the new TV was moved in. This time, it was a fashion, a 37-inch wall-mounted LCD.

Of course, I heard all these from the little lunatic. As for who he heard from, there is no way to verify it. The only thing I can be sure of is that the lounge has indeed been replaced with a new TV. It is indeed the type that has just emerged on the market. The Japanese brand imported with original packaging really makes people look flat. The most terrifying thing is that we have adapted to this beauty of deformation at a fast speed.I don't know what the brothers on other accounts think, anyway, I feel that the money is being taken advantage of.

But no matter whether it is wronged or not, the money has already been spent, so ideological education must be picked up again, so a fixed task is added after dinner every day-watching the news broadcast.

If you want to put it outside, if you pay me to watch it, I will not rarely take a look at it, but in this fully enclosed jar, the TV becomes a kaleidoscope, and everything in the world is within that square inch, even if the suffering is diluted. I have lived, that happiness has been blended, and that prosperity is localized, but it is still easy to excite people like me who are on the verge of numbness.As if this is the last straw, grab him, and Lao Tzu will not be abandoned by the times.

It's almost my nightmare to see Yu Qingzhou up and down. I'm so low-key that I'm almost like a floor tile, but this guy still wants to use a crowbar to pry me out——

"Hey, I said it's not a problem that you always hide from me like this. You'll have to squat for six years." One time on the way back from the dining hall to the prison, this guy came over with malicious intentions.

I replied respectfully and loudly: "Report to discipline, I will change my mind and start a new life, so you can care for other comrades who are more in need!" Then I chopped the bastard into meatballs in my heart,

This guy seemed to be able to read minds, and immediately raised his eyebrows: "Are you scolding me in your heart?"

I quickly turned serious: "How can it be!"

But the bastard was suddenly happy, and bared his teeth: "I'm not afraid of scolding, the more you scold me, the happier I am."

I'm speechless, isn't this abnormal!

Three major events took place in October—Lao Tzu was imprisoned for four weeks, the plaster cast was removed, and Shenzhou VI went to the sky.By coincidence, the last two events happened on the same fucking day.

It was a very ordinary morning, it was still 06:30, it was still the wake up number, and it was still a few old men fighting for a faucet.Huahua's left hand couldn't get wet, but it didn't affect him kicking the little lunatic away and washing his face with his healthy right hand.There are not many times when Rong Kai suffers, to be exact, it is rare, but grabbing the faucet with pure physical strength is definitely one of them.So at this moment, she just sat on the ground and couldn't get up, scolding no matter how unpleasant it was, she looked like a shrew. Brother NO.17 is used to it. When it’s time to wash your face and brush your teeth, I continue to gargle with my neck up.

The first time I saw the little lunatic get up pale in the morning was when he was just in prison. I thought it was because Jin Dafu got up in the middle of the night to retaliate because his good business was disturbed the night before, but it took a long time to realize that almost every morning Rong Kai That virtue, later I found a chance to ask casually, Zhou Cheng said that it was getting up, Rong Kai heard it, and corrected him, it was called hypoglycemia!To be honest, I think it’s better to get up and get angry. It sounds so domineering, hypoglycemia, and whoever believes that this is not a princess’s disease.

After washing up, we lined up again to have breakfast. During the break, Zhou Cheng asked, should the cast be removed today, Hua Hua nodded.Rong Kai immediately cheered, "Fuck you, you have to work!"Huahua ignored him, not even giving him a glance.I found that Hua Diao was the most peaceful when communicating with Zhou Cheng. Correction, he can also communicate with Zhou Cheng normally.

After dinner, we parted ways, Huahua went to the prison hospital, we went to the factory to start work, and then it was another boring and exhausting day.

At six o'clock in the evening, I saw Huahua removing the plaster at the entrance of the cafeteria.

He came earlier than us, but he was not allowed to enter. Instead, he stood under the window next to the main entrance, leaning against the wall, lowered his head, and rhythmically kicked the soil with the toe of his shoe, like a girl waiting for her beloved girl to leave school or The lad from get off work.Of course, you have to ignore the prison uniform and that pristine bald head.Yu Qingzhou stood by, performing his supervisory duties in a non-standard way.Probably because he was really bored, the bastard suddenly started talking vernacularly, the distance was too far, I could only see his mouth shape, when he got closer, he had finished speaking, and then I saw Huahua raised her head and glanced at him lightly, In the end, he turned around blankly and blended into the main force.

"Damn!" Yu Qingzhou's expression seemed to be going crazy.

I suspect that the bastard is an M, and I won’t talk about the fact that the more you are scolded, the happier you will be. Just talking about the pursuit of Huahua chatting to relieve boredom is enough for a masochist.

Looking at Huahua who is used to being with gauze plaster, it is really uncomfortable to change to the refreshing version at first.But he is really thin, he used to be able to be a bit more powerful with a plaster cast on him, but now he has completely shown his original shape.It stands to reason that a young man in his early twenties should have finished growing, but Huahua seems to have only grown taller, and the flesh is still the same.I think if I have such a son, my heart will die.

The prison dinner, which has always boiled cabbage, actually added vegetables today, and it was still braised pork. I heard the exclamation of joy in the cafeteria one after another. I was torn back and forth between joy and sadness, and finally surrendered to the former.

I deliberately sat next to him when eating, well, I am also cheap.

Then I asked for words: "Hey, it feels good to remove the plaster."

Huahua was wolfing down her food, but she turned her head when she heard me speak, her cheeks bulged like a frog, and she was still chewing vigorously.

I waited patiently for him to finish chewing, and thought, I didn't see a small appetite, where did all the food go?

Finally, Huahua swallowed the meal, then rolled up my sleeves, put her raised palms against my arms, and just when I was surprised, the hand knife began to swipe down slowly.

It’s only October, but Huahua’s hands are very cold. I suddenly remembered a girl who had a good time before, and it was the same, especially in the cold winter months, her hands were surprisingly cold. I said her body was weak, but she retorted, saying that her hands were cold because no one was hurting her. .But Huahua's movements are very steady. I think if he doesn't come out to mess around, he should be quite suitable for holding the Lancet.

After the simulation was over, Huahua withdrew her hand, I put down my sleeves, and made a speech: "That's how they cut the plaster for you? Why does it feel like amputation?"

Huahua blinked, as if she wanted to laugh, but she didn't.

The black and bald gourd flowers are so distressing, I couldn't hold back, my brotherly love was overflowing again, just about to reach out and touch the other's head, suddenly remembered the end of the hand owed last time, and hurriedly braked to give up, but I was so full of tenderness that I didn't have a channel to express it. When I was racking my brains, I caught sight of the braised pork on Huahua's dinner plate... the scum.Well, this kid ate really fast, he just returned a big spoonful.But this also gave me inspiration-why this kid is thin, it must be because the prison is not well nourished!

Thinking of this, I picked up the dinner plate and set aside my share of meat without saying a word.

Huahua was stunned.

Two seconds later, when I was debating which sentence was more handsome, "Just eat it" or "I will be your brother from now on", the meat was pulled back again, because the returner moved too fast, and two pieces fell on the table superior.

This time I was stunned.

"There's nothing wrong with you!" I feel wronged, I feel uncomfortable, I have a big heart to Mingyue, you bastard, shine in the ditch for me!

Huahua didn't react at all, she just kept her head down and ate.

I became more and more angry, I was so angry that I finally couldn't restrain myself and kicked someone's stool hard!

The little lunatic screamed: "Feng Yiyi, you are stupid, why are you kicking me over there!"

Huh, much smoother.

"It's an unforgivable crime to let you watch the fun and gloat at others' misfortune!"

"I didn't!" The little lunatic tried to argue.

I didn't bother to pay attention to him, I grinned to the back of my head, thinking our eyes were panting?

After dinner, there is a news broadcast as usual, but today’s news broadcast is a bit special. There is no such thing as how happy the Chinese people are, and how the compatriots abroad are suffering. Instead, it has always been the universe, space, manned flight, and other technical terms and technical parameters that I don’t understand. .After watching for about ten minutes, I realized that Shenzhou VI had gone to the sky.

I was very excited, inexplicable, as if I had successfully developed that thing and drove it to the sky, as if I had spent my whole life groveling and being a human being, and now I could finally stand up straight, as if I could finally stand with the Chinese nation. I am now at the top of the world's strongest races, although 10 minutes ago, I just found out that there are Shenzhou V and Yang Liwei.

The little lunatic kept muttering beside him: "It's more embarrassing to show off than the technology in foreign countries who don't know how many years later."

I kicked his stool for the second time: "Do you still have any national pride? If you look down on your own country, who will look up to you?"

The little lunatic looked at me with a compassionate expression: "Brother Yiyi, I think, today you are going to run out of that spaceship, not to mention kicking the stool, you can even kick my face, but what about you, you No. As soon as you commit a crime, you will live in a miserable kiln, do you dare to recognize the reality?"

My eyes widened, but I was speechless.

It has to be said that Rong Kai's words hit the nail on the head.Perhaps half of the people in China are now watching those two heroes, Fei Junlong and Nie Haisheng, on TV. Perhaps half of the people are feeling emotional. If it was a good job to study in a military academy, maybe this half is feeling emotional Half of the people have already achieved success in other fields, and perhaps the half who have not been successful are also thinking about success and striving hard.Here alone, the people in this room are at a loss.

I suddenly felt an absurd sense of dislocation in time and space, as if this room, our group of people, and the exciting scenes on TV were in two worlds, parallel but completely different.The two great astronauts are still performing missions in orbit, and we, after ten minutes, will still go back to the house as usual, talk nonsense, turn off the lights, and sleep.

a heaven.

an underground.

Used to describe this situation, it's really fucking amazing!

After Shenzhou VI went to heaven, I was very depressed for a while, and the specific manifestation was that my spirit was listless and my appetite dropped. My eyes were dull and my words were like gold.Zhou Cheng said that this is called introspection, and he agreed. Jin Dafu said that NO.17 was much quieter, and he was very pleased. Huahua occasionally glanced over. He didn't know what it meant, but the little lunatic was not used to it, and repeated it several times. They circled around me trying to wake up the former Feng Yiyi with extremely nonsensical methods such as suddenly choking my neck or scratching my creaking nest.

My depression lasted well into winter.

It was a chilly weekend, and Miss Dong had already started dancing, but it would take a few days for the heating to come on, so the temperature inside and outside the house caught up with the ice cellar.The little lunatic wrapped himself in a quilt into a ball and laid his corpse on the bed. Jin Dafu and Zhou Cheng hugged and hugged each other in broad daylight, which is called friction to generate heat. Huahua was still sitting on the window sill, looking through the scattered ice flowers on the glass. , Looking into the distance, at this time the door of NO.17 was opened, and I heard the prison guard on duty calling me outside, Feng Yiyi, someone is visiting.

After being imprisoned, the old man came three times, but for some reason, he looked thinner each time.

"Have you been in poor health recently?" Actually, you don't need to ask, you can tell by looking, but I can't think of anything else to say.

"When people get old, there will be many problems in winter. It's not a big deal." The old man always said this, it's not a big deal, as if the ultimate secret of martial arts is to respond to all changes with the same.

I sighed: "If you have time to go to the hospital for an examination, don't be reluctant to spend the money."

The old man waved his hands quickly, as if what I asked him to do was a heinous thing: "I dare not go to the current hospital. If you have any problems, you can check them out."

"That's right." I tried my best to match his rare exaggerated tone, and forced a smile.

At this point in the conversation, it ran aground again.

It's like this every time, I find a topic, he answers, and if I don't speak, he doesn't speak again.

When other people's family members come, they will always take "how are you doing inside" as a key topic, and then the two sides will discuss this in a simple way, but the old man never does.I think he may not care whether I have enough food and clothing or not, because if I commit a crime, I should be punished and suffer. It is also deeply rooted in his concept, so his so-called prison visit is just to confirm that I am still alive. I can still greet him with the usual expression, hi, old man.

I don't know if this inference is correct, but I can't stop it from spreading.

Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer.

"Old man." I called him.

He looked at me, his eyes that had been a little slack gathered light again: "Huh?"

Suddenly I didn't dare to look at him directly, so I had no choice but to turn my eyes away, and my voice became hurried because of my guilty conscience: "Don't come in the future, just pay the money." After I finished speaking, I stood up abruptly, and walked towards the prison guard as if I was fleeing. The interviewer was amazed by the shortness of my meeting, but dutifully opened the door and took me away.

From the beginning to the end, I didn't look back, but I knew that there were a pair of vicissitudes of eyes watching my back.

No matter the past, present, or future.