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Everyone in NO.17 would never have imagined that we actually sang "Singing the Cowherd Erxiao Erxiao" for a week!

If I hadn't accidentally hummed a few folk songs to the party while flipping through the 17 classic red songs during rehearsal, and Zhou Cheng discovered that, then NO. In grief.In fact, the sad and deep melody is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the whole seven lyrics have the same melody!Every time rehearsing and rehearsing, there will always be one person who yawns first, and then the whole team starts to feel sleepy.

In contrast, "Sing a Folk Song for the Party" has more room for development. Although my solo singing accounts for almost 70.00%, they can always "ah~~ah~~ah~~" when I sing Use harmony as background sound.Rong Kai believes that this will make the onlookers who don't know the truth feel that our small chorus has unique technical content.

Because no one expected me to be good at singing, everyone was shocked when I first opened my voice. Zhou Cheng confirmed it several times before he believed that I was really talented and not just a convulsion by accident.

But singing belongs to singing, and I don’t know anything about conducting, so all the gestures are provided by the little madman. How to start when the melody is, how to close it when the melody is, and how to beat the beat are all taught by hand.Fortunately, Huahua has a good understanding, so the incident of corporal punishment by an impatient teacher that I was worried about did not happen.

The gala came as scheduled, our program was successfully selected because of its creativity, and the praise that night was also very successful. After shocking No.17, I shocked Fushan Prison again.

Later, our show won the second prize, and the reward points were doubled. On the day of the announcement, the little lunatic hugged me and didn't let go, and kept yelling that the sentence was shortened haha.The others were also very excited. Jin Dafu drank boiled water as wine, Gululu drank four large teapots, Zhou Cheng kept humming that I compared Dang to his mother, Huahua's eyebrows and eyes became crescents, and the corners of her mouth did not come down all night Pass.

Later, my name changed from "Second Supervisor Xiongfeng" to "Second Supervisor Singing King". I don't know if it is because I always carry the word "Second Supervisor", which name sounds weird...

Spring in Fushan Prison always comes later than outside. I don’t know if it’s because it’s located in the outskirts. The TV shows that flowers are blooming everywhere, and people everywhere go to spring outings in groups, but here is still the same. The cold wind is howling, especially after the heating is turned off, it is so cold that people toss and turn at night and cannot sleep.

But there's one good thing in this damn weather - we don't have to shave our heads anymore!

The gossip began to spread in the prison in February, but no one knew whether it was reliable or not.It wasn't until mid-April that the notice was issued in plain text, so the sleep talk before going to bed had a theme.

"Cut, the national policy came down last year, and our side lagged behind for a whole year." It is the outlook on life of a little lunatic to never follow the trend and maintain a high dialectical position, so when we are excited or wailing for something for the first time Sometimes, he will always complain first.

I turned over and faced the little lunatic with my head on the pillow. The thin wooden boards creaked under it: "Are you tired from living? You have to be content with benefits."

The little lunatic came over with a blank look: "China is developing slowly because there are too many foolish people like you with a small-scale peasant consciousness."

I sighed heavily: "That's right, I would be a fool with such an IQ, how can I contribute to the chaotic financial environment."

The little lunatic was at a loss for words, he was about to turn into a puffer fish again, and Zhou Cheng, who was on the upper bunk, passed it slowly: "How did you know that there was a national policy last year?"

This question was obviously asked by Rong Kai, so the little lunatic replied: "Are you in charge!"

Zhou Cheng was bored and didn't get annoyed, he just shrugged and became quiet.

In order to alleviate the awkward atmosphere, I had no choice but to step forward and said in a neutral manner: "Actually, I don't want to stay too long, just make an inch."

"Baner inch is not suitable for you," the little lunatic immediately gave constructive advice, "You have to cut round inch."

Virgin Mary, please forgive me for having lived for more than [-] years, but I don’t know that there are so many things to pay attention to...

For a long time after that, I was thinking about what hairstyle to design for myself. When I had nothing to do, I looked at the reflection in the water basin, thinking about whether to go for the resolute style, the sunny style, the hooligan style or the melancholy style. Appropriate, hey, looking good is peace of mind.But there is also trouble, that is, the hair is not coming out.When I used to shave my head, I always felt that my hair grew too fast, so I had to cut it every ten days and a half months. Now I hope that it will grow soon, but it is more reserved. After more than a month, it will come out A little bit, like the stubble of leeks that have just been cut.

Later, I forgot about it until one night in early June when I was washing, I happened to catch a glimpse of Huahua's head.

"Hehe, you're naturally curly." At that time, I just spit out the toothbrush water and was about to wipe my mouth with my arm, when I suddenly saw a fluffy head.

Huahua was washing her face, when she heard this, she stopped immediately, straightened her waist, stared at me with drops of water on her face, and waited for the next sentence.

I reached out to his head with a playful hand, and picked up a strand of curly hair, which quickly slipped through my fingers because it was too short.I was not reconciled, so I pinched a small handful with two fingers, and slowly straightened it to about two inches long. When I released it, it retracted into a curled shape again.I became more playful, and repeated it several times, and felt more and more that this is really the master and the hair, it's so fucking cute!

Huahua was baffled by me, but apart from blinking her eyes innocently, she didn't make any resistance and just stood obediently.

Finally, I had enough fun, pinched his dark face carelessly, rubbed his hairy head again, and commented contentedly: "Prince of Petroleum, hahaha..."

In the next few days, whenever I saw Huahua's head, I wanted to laugh, and hummed a few words, "It's an honor for me to be an oil prince~~" It made Zhou Cheng sigh with emotion, two jokes can serve you for a lifetime .The little lunatic is very disdainful, thinking that my silly eating, sleeping, and silly music is almost at the same level as a paramecium, which has lowered the IQ of the entire NO.17.

Huahua is really good, she doesn't get annoyed if I stare at Le Le anyway, sometimes the eyes meet, and she even smiles at me.Then in mid-June, when I voluntarily shaved my head, it was smooth again without making a sound.

Careful child!

At the end of June, heavy rain fell across the province, which lasted for more than a week.

Due to the low terrain of Fushan Prison, the first floors of several prison areas were flooded with water.At first, the prison asked everyone to endure, but it was short of ankles, and it was summer again, so Renren passed.Unexpectedly, the drainage system of the prison was not enough for the image project. After the whole decoration, as the rain intensified, the water rose again and again, and finally it was almost level with the bottom berth.The prisoners got angry, especially those who couldn't swim. They lived in psychological fear every day, and they couldn't sleep well. go to work.

Even if the prison is a monopoly industry, it doesn’t like to see people have accidents. Even if it can be suppressed to prevent the media from reporting, there will always be pressure from criticism within the system, so the leaders can’t sit still. On a rare sunny afternoon, the organization The prisoners on the first floor of each prison area were relocated collectively.The original eight-person room became a ten-person room, while NO.17 stuffed in one room and became a six-person room.

At that time, those of us who did not need to relocate were in full swing, but the bubble of curiosity about the new members was slowly rising in our hearts.The little lunatic asked me, what do you think the person who moved to our house would be guilty of?I don't understand what is there to discuss, so I ask, is there any difference?The little lunatic said, of course, people who murder and set fires are usually not easy to provoke, and when they come, they are a bully.I really don't want to despise him, but I can't stand you forcing me.So I took a pat on his head, and then bared my teeth, let's be a financial criminal.

But no one thought that when we went back that night, NO.17 was already empty.It turns out that the clearing at noon is not rare-the latest news from the city's meteorological station, the rain belt has drifted eastward, and the city's rare torrential rain in a century has passed.The prison leader made a rare on-site visit and found that the water level of the first floor of the cell had dropped, so he ordered the relocation army to pack their bags and return the same way.

In the end, we don't know whether the guy who almost became a roommate but ended up rubbing shoulders is round or flat, a habitual thief or a robber.Because the amateur life is really boring, this has become a topic of conversation after dinner, supporting us through the hot summer.

"A knowledge contest?"

That night, after work and returning to the cell, the little lunatic who went to the editorial department of the prison magazine to support him brought back inside information.

"Well, it's not July [-]st anymore, let's welcome the founding of the party and make some tricks." The little lunatic got an apple from somewhere, it's red, round and juicy, it looks different from the cheap ones in small shops grades.

I swallowed, and said to Feng Yiyi, you have to hold on, it's not Eve, how can an apple be tempted.

"Using the prison area as a unit," the little lunatic said with puffy cheeks, and continued, "Each prison area will send two teams, with five people in each team, based on the cell..."

"You don't want our number to participate, do you?" Jin Dafu interjected with a frown. "The quiz competition sounds pretty silly."

The little lunatic glanced at him contemptuously, and said coolly: "For the top three, each team will get ten points, and for No.1, each team will get twenty points."

Jin Dafu was startled: "Fuck, wouldn't adding the score of last year's small chorus be enough to apply for a reduction?!"

Application for commutation of sentence, referred to as application for commutation.

The little lunatic showed a disdainful look of "what do you think?"

"Then what are you waiting for, sign up!" Jin Dafu didn't hesitate to join the team he thought was second-hand.

The little lunatic turned his head and asked, "What about you?"

I spread my hands and said, "I'm full of evil, at most it can offset the points deducted from the small black house." Then before the little lunatic raised his eyebrows coldly, he grinned and added, "But no matter how small a fly is, it's still a piece of meat. Not strong."

The little lunatic smiled, satisfied, and finally looked at Zhou Cheng reluctantly: "Hello."

Zhou Cheng put down the book and took a leisurely look back, as if asking: What's the matter?

I pursed my lips tightly, not to let myself be too obviously happy.This guy Zhou Cheng definitely did it on purpose. I used to think that he didn't mind the little lunatic's overt and secret sarcasm, but now I'm more and more aware that some people are trying to get revenge.As the saying goes, it's easy to hide with an open gun, but it's easy to defend with a hidden arrow.

Sure enough, Rong Kai held back for a long time, and squeezed out three words: "Come or not?"

Zhou Cheng tilted his head naively: "You have eaten half of the apple."

"Who said I'm going to give you an apple! I'm asking you for a quiz, will you come?"

"Oh... let me think about it."

"Depend on!"

The little lunatic kicked the stool and fell silent.Zhou Cheng is also a capable person, so he actually picked up the book and read it.In this way, NO.17 spent 5 long minutes in the maddening silence, and then when the little lunatic was about to go to bed and play dead, a sigh floated down from the ceiling: "Okay."

That is called a reluctance.

I think the little lunatic is going to get hurt internally.

But I don't feel sorry for him at all.After asking around, but not Huahua, I admit that I have some complaints about this.Even if Huahua couldn't answer quickly, she would definitely be just taking advantage if she went, but you still have to ask a question.As the saying goes, Chinese cabbage still has dignity, let alone flowers?

"Huahua, what about you," he didn't ask me, I've done a lot of this anyway, "It's enough to reduce the sentence, let's come together."

Huahua was lying on the upper bunk, and when she heard my question, she searched for a pen and wanted to write, but she was snatched away by the little lunatic——

"He must come. It's a good thing to take advantage of. But he must not be enough to apply for a reduction. At most, the half-year penalty will be offset."

I was stunned, and subconsciously stared at Huahua with my eyes wide open. Your mother never told me that this child will be sentenced to another six months!

Huahua lowered her head and didn't look at me. The paper she just found was already wrinkled in his hand.

Then I heard Zhou Cheng say calmly: "The year before last, he fought with someone and beat him very hard. Although it was later found out that the person bullied him first, the punishment was still increased."

The year before last?Wasn't that the year I first came in?

"The time when you broke the bone?" I remember Hua Hua's arm was hung with a splint when he first came in.

"No, what happened in the first half of the year." Zhou Cheng continued, "The fracture came later, so he bit him to death and said he fell on the assembly line, Yu Qingzhou also turned a blind eye and didn't go into it. "

"But it's actually fighting with someone?"

"You can use your knees to think about it," the little lunatic interjected again. "If you fall off the stool, will you break your bones? Unless you fell from a backflip."

My heart was churning, and I slowly connected the cause and effect.Why was Huahua bullied so hard? Because he was afraid of further punishment, so he didn't dare to fight blatantly. He could only find opportunities to revenge secretly, but he is not a fool, who would order you to strike?so……

Fuck, don't think about it, it's all over anyway, Yu Qingzhou has been strict in the past six months, and spent all his free time playing ball, those bad things never happened again.

Get up and walk over, forcefully turn Huahua's head which was buried in the pillow.I stood on the ground, with my arms on the upper bunk, and I got so close that I could bite off his nose with one mouth: "If you offset the half a year, when will you be able to go out?"

Huahua quickly wrote a few words on the paper and handed it to me.

I took a look and was stunned on the spot.A very subtle feeling wrapped around my heart, warm and warm.It's not a bad feeling to be missed, I think.

What Huahua wrote was: One year later than you.