The world is cool

Jin Dafu's daughter-in-law is a woman that is difficult to ignore. If she walks on the street, she will definitely catch the attention of the people.This description may not be specific enough, so let's put it another way - she and Jin Dafu came together as a match, a natural couple.According to my visual inspection, the daughter-in-law of the Jin family is more than 1.7 meters tall, with a plump body and a slightly strong body.The facial features are ordinary, but the advantage lies in the domineering, daring to be completely bare-faced, and carelessly revealing the rough skin and fine lines around the eyes.

The two should be talking about their son, because Jin Dafu said, "It's a little early to make up lessons in the first grade." After that, a series of growth education plans, from elementary school to junior high school, from junior high school to university, and even in the future What major to choose.

This is the first time I realized that Kim Dae Bok is not only a gangster, a gangster, a prisoner, a grumpy, bisexual, he is also a father.It turns out that this kind of role doesn't need to be studied and cultivated or worked hard to integrate into it, and it can be learned without a teacher.

If Jin Dafu is not here, I think there will be a more harmonious family outside.

Zhou Cheng has been talking to his sister, his voice is neither high nor low, and his tone is calm and soothing, just like usual.With a subtle and unkind heart, I wanted to find the emotional cracks in Zhou Cheng's serene and peaceful side face, but there was none.He kept looking at some thin women outside the glass, frowning from time to time, most of them smiled quietly, and suddenly said a coquettish "Sister, please forgive me", which made me numb from head to toe.

"Why do you still have this virtue? No matter what happens, you are not afraid of breaking your neck." The crowd was so ecstatic that the old man who was left out was not happy.

I withdrew my gossip in embarrassment, and sighed at him: "Forget it, I can't expect you to understand what fun is."

The old man seemed to break the glass and came over to clean me up.

I was full of energy, I looked at it, and thought it was really good.

The old man came early, and the meeting naturally ended early, Zhou Cheng and Jin Dafu were still going on, and the little lunatic just brushed shoulders with me on the road—his classmates also came, so he pushed open the door of NO.17, She saw Huahua sitting alone on the window sill.

The sound of the door opening caused him to turn around, and when he saw it was me, he blinked his eyes, as if saying, "I'm back."

"Actually, I've always wanted to ask, don't you panic when you sit there?" As I spoke, I picked up the pen and paper on the table and handed them over.

Huahua took it tacitly, and wrote a reply: It's okay.

We have been communicating like this recently, of course only in the cell.If it's going to work or going out, I can only try to understand his body language.

"You always look out like this, what do you see?"

Hua Hua stared at the paper in her hand for a long time, before writing stroke by stroke: The bird is flying.

With my mouth half open, I was embarrassed for a full 2 ​​minutes before trying to persuade me: "Literary and artistic temperament is the patent of nerds, it really doesn't suit you."

Huahua didn't mind my teasing, but continued to write on the paper: They, freedom.

My eyes were stung by the last two words.

Two years ago, if someone told me that life is precious, I would kick him to Mars before saying that love is more expensive.I am the most annoying hypocritical person, especially moaning about love affairs without illness. I can't bear even a little bit of it. The symptoms are comparable to penicillin allergy.But now, I am almost becoming such a psychopath myself.Maybe it’s because I’ve experienced it before I know the pain, or maybe the mental trauma brought by the prison is difficult to heal. In short, my biggest pursuit of living tenaciously now is to get out of prison. If someone suddenly tells me that you can’t get out, you have to stay in Here, I think I'm really going to die, any way.

"Do you regret that stabbing?" I asked knowingly.

This time Huahua didn't write, but just looked at me for a long time, then nodded slightly.

I smiled wryly: "I also regret stealing that car, although it is more handsome than Beckham."

Hua Hua tugged at the corner of her mouth and blinked.Those who don't know will think it's disdain, only we can understand it, this is a unique "fancy smile".

But I don't like it, because I can't feel emotion from this expression, and it's too restrained!The so-called laughter, whether it’s smiling, laughing, smirking, foolishly laughing, laughing wildly or cheaply, is really meaningful if it can infect people, otherwise it’s better to keep a straight face.

Suddenly, I realized that I had never seen Huahua really smile. From being imprisoned to now, Nima has been 530 for three days!Laughing muscles won't shrink, will they? !

Ugh, I wish I had this muscle...

"Hua'er, let me tell you a joke." A strong sense of mission drove me forward.

Not impatient, Huahua looked at me with dignity and waited leisurely.

When the book is in use, I will hate it less. I searched my stomach and almost punctured the inside, and finally remembered a few——

"Say, there is a bird that has been shot several times, but it can still fly in the sky. Do you know why?"

Huahua immediately shook her head.

I squinted and pretended to be contemptuous: "You can't use your brain?"

Huahua frowned, thinking seriously.

I waited calmly for a few minutes before I finally patted Huahua on the shoulder: "Because it is very strong..."

Huahua wrote seriously on the paper: Then what?

I hold the wall...

Well, a bad joke is not appropriate, let's change it.

"Say, a group of ants climbed up the elephant's back, but they were all shaken off, only one ant was holding on to the elephant's neck, and the ants below shouted, strangle him, strangle him, demo , and it's fucking reversed!"

I am called a person with both voice and emotion, who plays N roles alone, and even the narration and dubbing, Hua Hua finally raised the corners of her mouth.

And it has been raised.

A good start is half the success, and I will continue to work hard: "Say, a tourist went to Northeast China in winter and asked for beer when eating in a restaurant. The waiter asked whether he wanted room temperature or ice. The person asked what was the difference. The waiter said ice. Warm up."

Huahua was stunned, and looked at me quietly for a long time, then suddenly laughed, and it was out of control.

Caught off guard, I was dazzled by the bright smiling face and white teeth of some strangers.

In fact, I still have a killer feature. It was an old couple who went to take pictures, and then the photographer asked: Sir, do you want sidelight and backlight or full light?The uncle said shyly: I don't care, can you leave a pair of underpants for your aunt?But I'm not going to say, good stocks can't be wiped out in a day, you have to keep them, right?

Huahua's smile also made me happy, baring my teeth, I touched his naked head unconsciously, I had to pat him twice: "This is so good, silly, silly, haha... "

Huahua stopped smiling, although the corners of her mouth were still raised, but the big laugh was gone, she just stared at me blankly without blinking her eyes.

I recalled it, quickly withdrew my hand, and smiled embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I forgot that your head is sacred and inviolable."

Huahua didn't show any expression, she just grabbed my hand and placed it on top of her head.

This time I was stunned.

The short hair stubble made the palms itchy and numb.

After tentatively touching it a few more times, Huahua obediently remained motionless, although her expression was subtly tense.

There is a heat flow from the palm back to the heart, and I don't know whether it is my hand or the guy's head.

I heard Feng Yiyi say: "From now on, I will be your brother." Every word and every word clearly.

I saw Huahua turn her head neatly. If there is a dubbing, it must be a very disdainful "Cut!"

But I grinned, contented.

At the end of the year, the party is coming.As the bastard said, Fushan Prison welcomed and sent away batch after batch of partners, but the prison guards and the party were the longest-lived, unshakeable.

At the gala last year, Lao Tzu was still a new accountant, and his speeches had no status, so the idea of ​​co-starring in sketches was shot dead in the cradle.But this year is different. I have become an important member of NO.17. My philosophy and thinking must and must guide everyone to move forward...

"Just tell me what you want to mess with, and we will do it." It is Jin Dafu's behavior to interrupt others casually, but for the sake of his supporting my above statement...

"Performance will give you bonus points, and those who don't do it are fools." Although the little lunatic can always hit the nail on the head, I firmly believe that he is wrong this time.Well, believe it!

The opinions are unified, and the rest is the content of the program. Because of the previous setbacks, I always have some inexplicable remnants for the sketches, but in order to avoid repeating the same mistakes, I still reluctantly took it out of the candidates: "Martial arts, magic, dance, Which one do you like?"

Jin Dafu's black line, Zhou Cheng helped his forehead, and the little lunatic was very active: "The little chorus is pretty good."

The question is is there this in the options!

Of course I know that singing is the easiest, but I have to take care of Huahua, I can't just leave him alone in the cold wind if he gets extra points for all No. 17s.Of course, he can also go up and lip-sync, anyway, people in other prisons don't understand the situation—as long as he can ignore the contemptuous looks of the second prison crowd.

"Don't think about it, aren't you just worried that the mute won't be available?" Rong Kai yawned, "Let him direct and it's over."

I widened my eyes, Yossie, that's a good idea!

Or if the head of the little lunatic was dug out and stuffed into a car to be used as an engine, the speed would be fucking abnormal.

The small chorus project was voted by NO.17 show of hands, and all votes passed. On the second night, Zhou Cheng borrowed "100 Classic Red Songs" from the library, so the repertoire also showed its beginnings——

"The Yellow River chorus, how majestic!" I didn't even need to turn the pages of the book, the first thing that popped into my mind was the roar of the Yellow River.

The little lunatic shook his head violently: "You think we are the only ones who can sing? We bet ten yuan, this song will definitely hit us."

"Then this one, Song of the Guerrillas!" Jin Dafu also joined in, flipping through the book and staring at this.

The little lunatic looked unbearable: "I really shouldn't expect you to draw inferences from one example to another. If the Yellow River chorus will hit this song, you won't? Dare you pick a side?"

Zhou Cheng sat in the corner and sent over a sentence without any hassle: "Sing Er Xiao Fang Cowherd." After finishing speaking, he was afraid that we would not be able to remember for a while, so he deliberately hummed a few words, "The cow is still grazing on the hillside~~ But the cattle herders don’t know where they went~~”

The little lunatic looks really crazy.

I pursed my lips and tried hard to be unhappy, although it was difficult.

Huahua turned her head and pretended to look out of the window, in case the reflective white teeth would leak the secret.