The world is cool

Jin Dafu and Zhou Cheng haven't had sex for almost a month.It stands to reason that what they do or not has nothing to do with us, and we can sleep well on weekends, but looking at No. 17, the most normal one is Zhou Cheng, and the rest of us are all fucking with Jin Dafu Something is wrong together, as if the familiar environment or habits are suddenly broken, no matter what you do, your arms are not your arms and your legs are not your legs.

To give the simplest example, I used to jokingly call Zhou Cheng Da Jinzi his daughter-in-law, but now every time I want to open my mouth, I have to swallow the words, almost choking to death several times.The little lunatic also restrained himself for the first time, after he thoughtlessly provoked sensitive topics and was dealt with by Da Jinzi.Huahua still looks the same, but if you really observe, you will find that he used to communicate with Zhou Cheng with hand gestures or eye contact, but now he keeps his distance from him.But the most pitiful one is Da Jinzi, when he gets angry with Zhou Cheng, he just punches the cotton without making a sound, when he is in a good mood and smiles at you, internal injuries and hematemesis are minor, he can really piss him off .

The little lunatic said that this is called dissatisfaction with group sexual desires, and if it develops further, it may evolve into group mania.I said this on a gloomy weekend afternoon. The little lunatic got bored after playing basketball for a while, so he ran over to share his research experience in the past two days with me. At the same time, in the southwest corner of the playground, Zhou Cheng was leaning on the horizontal bar and Chatting with a pretty kid from Ward Three who just came in not long ago.

Looking at it from a distance, it is enjoyable.

What did I say, Zhou Cheng is definitely the most invincible one in NO.17.I have some regrets about entering the field of stealing. My life should have moved forward on the broad road of crystal ball divination.

The continuous low air pressure reached the critical point after Zhou Cheng stole a kiss from the child's face in the third prison area.

That day was Thursday, after watching the news broadcast, for the first time, no one returned to the cell at No. 17, and they all stayed in the activity room, causing several numbers next door to look sideways, saying what kind of wind is blowing today, there are rats in your house up?No one answered.Zhou Cheng and his new love were biting their ears in the corner, the little lunatic squatted under the TV thinking about the difference between LCD and picture tube, Huahua stayed still and continued to watch Oriental Time and Space seriously, Jin Dafu was at the diagonal of Zhou Cheng and his new love , watching from afar, the storm in his eyes is slowly brewing.

I really want to explain to my neighbors that there are no rats in our house, but an emotional virus called tossing.The poison is colorless and odorless, and can be transmitted through multiple channels such as air, saliva, sight, and sound. The infected person may be anxious and panicked, or violent. The opportunity to book the venue does not go back to NO.17, so that if Jin Dafu fails to restrain himself and plans to add another ten years to his sentence, he will rush forward and use my meager strength to avoid or delay the tragedy from happening.

In this realm, I want to bow to myself.

But Jin Dafu was more tolerant than I thought, and it didn't break out on the production line until the next day.The unfortunate child who stepped on a landmine is the NO.16 "shithole".In fact, it's normal to have some disputes on the production line. It's nothing more than complaining that your slow work has affected the progress of the entire group, or a few ironic words, yo, the young master's body is a plastic flower.But the man in the cesspit is just like his nickname, he has a bad mouth, but he still owes it, and he likes to grin when he catches anything.What he said to Jin Dafu is impossible to verify, anyway, when I looked up alertly, Jin Dafu had already been kicked by him and fell to the ground.

At that time, there were no guards in the workshop, and the two assistant prisoners were sitting at the end of the production line chatting their teeth.I saw that it was okay, so I rushed over and hugged Da Jinzi from behind to prevent him from rushing forward and using those fierce legs to remember. It's up to me.Huahua's movements are almost as fast as mine, except that he ran over to pick up the cesspit, and forcefully stuffed him into the little lunatic's seat. position.

Now the cesspit is temporarily safe, but Jin Dafu is still struggling in my arms.Almost my whole body was hung on his back, and I hugged the neck of the bull and pulled the horns of the bull like participating in a bull riding competition, and I was bumped wildly back and forth.Seeing that he was about to fly into the sky, the coordinator finally noticed the abnormality and rushed over.

"Let go, let go, what's going on here!" The coordinator stopped moving two meters away from us and just yelled.

I can also understand that these days, it is easy to forget righteousness after seeing profit, but difficult to sacrifice one's life for righteousness. How many fools are there like me, Feng Yiyi?But the question is can I fucking let go of this situation!I dare to assure you that if I let go, Jin Dafu will surely punch three punches and two kicks and beat the cesspit until he doesn't even recognize his mother.

"Feng Yiyi, I'll fuck you, uncle..."

Look, there is this kind-hearted person who treats it as a donkey's liver and lungs. I changed my name to Feng Dou'e.

After scolding me, Jin Dafu struggled even more violently. His physical strength is worthy of being the reincarnation of Lu Zhishen. Not to mention that my strength can't compete with weeping willows.

Just as I was debating whether to let go or to hold on until the last second and get a reputation as a hero if I was thrown out, Huahua suddenly jumped out from nowhere and helped me pinch Jin Dafu together.

With Huahua's help, I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, and my subconsciously relaxed arms felt sore.

The coordinator became anxious: "I told you to let go, why are you still jumping up!"

"Report, you can't let go, he..." What is he, I'm in trouble, I can't say that he is in the ultimate state of madness because he was abandoned by his girlfriend.

At this critical juncture, Rong Kai said calmly, "He is epileptic."

Or knowledge is power.

I was dying of sweat, Huahua was stunned, Jin Dafu vomited blood, and the two assistant prisoners looked at each other, dumbfounded.The once-in-a-lifetime opportunity came, and I hurriedly leaned into Jin Dafu's ear: "Stop making trouble, isn't it just a trivial matter, I'll help you seek an explanation."

My voice was extremely low but the speed of my speech was so fast that in the eyes of everyone, nothing happened and Jin Dafu suddenly stopped. No, the stop is not enough to describe it.

I breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of my heart, and while signaling Huahua to let go, I respectfully stood at attention: "Report to the supervisor, Da Jinzi's illness is intermittent, and he has recovered now."

The two inmates looked suspicious, and looked at Jin Dafu several times from top to bottom and bottom to top.

Although Jin Dafu's complexion was not very good, but what he said was firm: "Report to the assistant, I'm sick."

Iron-blooded real man can bend and stretch, big gold, good job!

Although the two co-inmates are not willing to be fooled, but in this fully enclosed world, one more thing is worse than one less thing, and one less thing is worse than nothing. Jin Dafu being labeled as a troublemaker does not do them any good, on the contrary. , They are also responsible for poor supervision, so no matter how depressed they are at the moment, they can only climb along the pole.

"Continue to work when you recover from your illness! Don't fucking procrastinate and take the opportunity to be lazy!"

Jin Dafu sat back to his original position honestly, Huahua and I also sat down on his left and right sides respectively, I wondered how the cesspit would be willing to suffer from being dumb, I took a glance from the corner of my eye, yes, he was whispering to someone happily.

Zhou Cheng, you are so versatile!

The production line continued, and the coordinator supervised it for a while before he felt relieved.

When the assistant prisoner walked away again, Jin Dafu, who had been expressionless and continued to do manual work, suddenly said, "Don't forget what you said."

"I can't forget it, I guarantee it with my personality." I used to think I didn't have that thing, but now I feel that I'm the richest thing in the whole prison.

This matter has to be resolved, not for Jin Dafu, but for myself.

It is not my wish to squat in a bitter kiln, but your mother squatting in a bitter kiln and squatting out of Qiong Yao can really drive pure men crazy.I used to have wild dreams, money, beauty, glory, but now my dreams are humble - go to jail happily and come home safe and sound.

Do you dare to let my dream come true once again!

I am an actionist, I can't keep things in my mind, and Da Jinzi always looks at me with Qiu Ju's eyes, so I thought about it for 2 minutes before going to bed that day, and I decided to deal with it the next day.

The next day was Saturday, and the weather was terrible. It was so gray that it was impossible to tell which was the blue sky and which was the white cloud.But we were still driven out to let the wind out. Sometimes we looked up and then looked down, thinking that the top and bottom were asphalt and we were the asphalt in the middle.

In order to show that he didn't care that much, Da Jinzi ran to play basketball with Rong Kai. I couldn't find Zhou Cheng, but I saw Huahua sitting on the parallel bars in a daze.

There are many people on the playground, and there are also many people on the parallel bars, but you can spot him at a glance, because he can't blend in, and he is so out of tune with everything around him.

In a daze, I remembered the end of last summer, when I saw Huahua for the first time, he was sitting like this, looking at the distance quietly, as if he was very serious, but if you look carefully, you will find that there is nothing in his eyes.There was nothing, no one, no life, no hope.

"Why don't you play basketball?" I walked over, I wanted to turn over in a handsome posture, but Huahua sat in the middle and didn't move away a little bit, so I had to give up resentfully.

Compared with the initial ignorance, Huahua can now give me two eyes, but it is really difficult to expect him to answer the question.

I also know, so these words are only used as an opening remark, to attract attention, and when he puts his eyes on me, I will cut to the point: "Have you seen Zhou Cheng?"

Huahua sighed, although there was no sound, but the expression, the expression and the slightly moving lips were clearly sighing.I have mixed feelings, it turns out that Feng Yiyi has fallen to the point where Huahua needs to sigh.It shows how thankless this matter is!

Huahua raised her finger to the side of the playground, and I looked in that direction, passing through layers of crowds, and sure enough Zhou Cheng was getting bored with that kid from the third prison again.

I rolled my eyes unbearably, the world of gay men is also very fancy.

Withdrawing my gaze, I was about to say thank you and get down to business, but I was stunned when I saw Huahua's arm.

Because the weather is getting warmer, but the prison does not allow everyone to wear summer clothes, so many people like to roll up the sleeves of their prison uniforms when they are out in the wind.I'm like that, and so is Huahua, but I don't have any smoke scars on my arms.Not one, but a piece, densely covered with colorful arms, looks like the surface of a planet hit by a meteorite rain, horrible to look at.

The sleeves were suddenly turned down, firmly covering the scar underneath.

I looked up, and Huahua was also looking at me, except for my shadow, there was also a coldness in those eyes that were too dark.

"Did it before going to prison?" I've never seen Huahua smoke, so I can only guess.In my memory, there are punks who like to use this method to show their personality and courage. Most of them are half-grown children, and they think that if they have endured pain, they are a kind.

Huahua didn't answer.

I think he wanted to answer, because some complicated emotions flashed through his eyes, but maybe he didn't know how to communicate with me other than talking, so he could only look at me fixedly.

I took his arm, and he didn't resist, so I boldly rolled up his sleeve again.This time I could see it more clearly. From the wrist to the elbow, almost the entire forearm was covered with deep and shallow scars.

I don't know how to describe my current mood. It's a bit like going outside to arrest a child who didn't learn well. I planned to catch him and beat him violently, but the child was already injured, so he was angry and distressed: "You idiot, Do you think this thing is cool and handsome? Damn it’s pure brand brain damage, it’s not you who hurts..."

Before I could speak, Huahua suddenly pulled her arm back with such force that it made my palm burn.Then this guy didn't wait for my reaction, jumped off the horizontal bar and walked away without looking back!

I stood where I was, full of grievances and let out a long howl: "Your uncle can't even say—"

Not to mention here, but also there.I put Huahua on hold for the time being, and walked towards Zhou Cheng—No. 17 still has Qiu Ju waiting for the news of my victory, so there is no delay.

Probably seeing that I was coming, Zhou Cheng lowered his head and said something to the boy, so when I came to him, the boy had already left.

I saw that the land was relatively remote, belonging to the edge of the playground, and there were not many people nearby except for a row of small trees, so I cut straight to the point: "I'm not here to be a lobbyist for Da Jinzi, but I do have something to say."

Zhou Cheng suddenly sat down on the ground, then patted the side, motioning for me to sit down too.

Since the other party cooperated so well, of course I did as I wished, and immediately sat down next to him. Because the movement was too blunt, my buttocks were hurt by the impact of the hard asphalt.

Zhou Cheng smiled: "Speak, I'm listening."

In fact, I don't have much reason to say, because I think a few words are enough to clarify the matter: "I don't know how you and Da Jinzi get along, but you must have just found out that he has a wife, right?"

Zhou Cheng nodded, subtly raising the corners of his mouth.

I frowned: "If you don't like it, don't do it in the first place. What kind of relationship entanglements are you getting into now? Are you bored?"

Zhou Cheng looked at me for two seconds, and then admitted happily: "You're right, it's free time, it's really boring here, tossing and tossing is good for physical and mental health."

I collapse!What logic!

"If you were Rong Kai, I would believe this. His logic is not a product of the earth."

"so?"

"I'm not here to talk to you." Taking a deep breath, I looked at Zhou Cheng seriously, "If you like it, Da Jinzi is your man, if you don't like it, he's not a fart. Give me a good word."

"unwilling."

"Okay, reason." I said, I didn't come to be a lobbyist for Da Jinzi, but just to ask for an explanation for him.

"He's not skilled enough, it hurts."