The world is cool

I have no memory of when I fell asleep, but I know when I woke up. At 06:30 in the morning, there is actually a wake-up number.So much so that the moment I opened my eyes in a daze, I thought that my soul had passed through a soldier of a certain army.

Fortunately, the plain prison uniform made me realize the reality.

Rong Kai changed from yesterday's noisy, and quietly folded the quilt there, he was not energetic and his face was a little pale.Jin Dafu was refreshed, and even the movement of folding the quilt was vigorous, and it was clear that he was very satisfied.Zhou Cheng is still the same Zhou Cheng, there is no change from yesterday, I even began to wonder if the one who was fucked last night was him, in comparison, Rong Kai is more similar.

Speaking of Rong Kai, don't be repaired by Jin Dafu in the middle of the night last night, otherwise it's just because he didn't sleep well.

The quilt was folded in twos and threes, several old men squeezed into the small space and competed for the faucet, finally Rong Kai's small body couldn't squeeze it, and he went to the toilet to brush his teeth cursing.

At [-]:[-], a hoarse shout came from outside: "Assemble—"

I was wondering, the "roommates" had already rushed out with lightning speed, okay, when did the locks open.

I didn’t have time to think about it, so I hurried out. At that time, the corridor was already densely packed with people, but the limited space did not affect the order of the team. The corridor that could only accommodate two people side by side was now lined up in three rows. The team, but they are all turned sideways to face the wall, so it is not likely that the chest is against the back.

Yu Qingzhou and another discipline officer I have never seen are at the two ends of the team. Only then did I find out that the large force is also divided into two parts. If I guessed correctly, Yu Qingzhou is in charge of the last few numbers on this floor, and That discipline is in charge of the first few.

Facts have proved that I guessed right. With the bastard's "counting", a group of old men will "one, two, three, four" like elementary school students. Such an idiotic head shake!

And even more idiots—

"Report to discipline, No. 12 to No. 17 in the second prison, 45 people should have arrived, but 44 people actually arrived, and one person was hospitalized. The report is over!"

That buddy at the top of Nima really regards himself as a sports committee member...

No.12 to No.17, six dormitories, 45 people, that is to say, except five people in our dormitory, the rest are really eight people.One person was hospitalized, couldn't it be Rong Kai's upper berth?

Without giving me much time to think, the crowd started to move forward. I didn't know where I was going, but it was always right to follow the crowd.

After leaving the prison area, there are other large troops on the vast playground, as if colleagues from all over the prison have gathered from all directions in order to accomplish a common great goal.

I think I know what it is.

The canteen of the prison is very low-key, hidden behind one low brick building after another, but the colorful big-character posters pasted on the wall of the main entrance have a sense of history - cherish food, waste it is shameful!In a trance, time goes back to the era of the Cultural Revolution.

If you starve for nineteen hours, even if you can't see the rice porridge and pickles that are not pickled at all, you can still find the taste of French cuisine in your chewing.Of course, we have to be kind, and there are steamed buns in the cafeteria, and there is no limit, so I really enjoyed eating and drinking.

Yu Qingzhou sat next to a group of guards and ate a small stove. The food was better than here, including fermented bean curd, fried dough sticks, buns, soy milk, and peanuts.I don't know if it's because I'm idle or because I really care about the newcomer. This guy glanced over when he was free, and I thought to myself, do you want to be so strict when you have a meal? Could it be that brother can throw a steamed bun and rise up?

It turns out I was wrong.

When I was walking back after eating, this guy kicked my butt again. My place is thick. It may be because I was always taken care of by the old man’s iron sand palm when I was young, but even if the foot feels good, you can’t kick it endlessly. Well, prisoners also have dignity!

What's even more hateful is that guy still made a speech after kicking: "Eat so much, the whole length is here. Whoever raises a son like you is terrible."

I'm so annoyed.Prison food is all from taxpayers, and it has nothing to do with you!I'm happy to eat nonsense. Is Hesai bothering you?

After the bastard kicked me, he seemed to be happy, and walked a few steps to the front of the team humming an out-of-key Divine Comedy.

I was gnashing my teeth in the team, hoping that my soul would come out of my body and tear the opponent apart.I figured it out, there is only one hospital here, the prisoners are all autistic, the prison guards are all crazy, and there is no normal product.

Back in the dormitory, the autistic children went about their business quietly again, Zhou Cheng was still reading, Jin Dafu was still sleeping, Rong Kai looked much better than when he just woke up, and now he is occupying the writing desk, using a pencil Write that kind of formula that ghosts can’t understand on paper, frowning for a while, and amazed for a while, I took a sneak peek, and only understood three dots, which are common symbols in junior high school math books, two in the previous one It is because one is above and two are below.I don't know what great conjecture he is proving. For Lao Tzu, who has never been gifted with learning, there are two kinds of proof questions. One, what the hell is this proof?Two, what the hell can this prove?

When I was in the detention center, my daily life consisted of two points and one line of vegetable plots in the cell. The cells there were not called cells but warehouses. The vegetable plots belonged to others. We went out to work and they harvested.Tired is tiring, but not boring. No matter when working during the day or after the lights are turned off at night, the brothers in the warehouse can chat with each other. Whoever's verdict has come down, whoever has appealed, or else it's the girl in the women's detention center across from YY.How to say a very wordy saying, yes, the material world is poor but the spiritual world is rich.

So I hate it here.

I always feel that one day I will be transformed into a walking dead, just like the three in front of me.

The prison cell was wide open, and the wind came in from the door and out through the bars, blowing the wind happily!Than the broken electric fan tube on the top of the head has been used.I don't know if the doors are not locked during the day and freedom is only restricted at night, or today is special, I pray it is the former.

"Feng Yiyi, come out!" The bastard's face appeared outside the door again.

I found another advantage here. It’s not called the prisoner’s number like in Hong Kong and Taiwan movies, or something like [-]. It’s called the name. In fact, I think it’s the same. The name is much easier to remember than the number. Why do you have to use that thing? Do you seem superior to others?

But there is one more thing that is not so happy-I suspect that this psycho has taken a fancy to me.I can't blame me, since I listened to the live version last night, I have questioned the sexuality of the old men here, but I don't like that, so I swear, if Yu Qingzhou dares to touch my finger, I will do it even if I die Fold all his fingers plus the bottom one.

"Is this the quilt you made?" Before I could reach the door, the bastard narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows.

I stopped, followed his gaze and looked back at my bed, it was pretty good, it was folded, the pillows were straightened, there were no debris or wrinkles, it was the cleanest I had ever made in my life.

"Well, what's the matter?" I met the other person's eyes very calmly.

Yu Qingzhou looked at me with interest, and walked in suddenly after a while.When I thought his principle was not to step into the cell in this life, he not only stepped in, but also walked over me to my bed and tore apart my quilt and even let a corner of it slump to the ground.In the end, he raised his head and smiled lightly at me: "Stack again."

I think he's finding fault on purpose.

But people are under the eaves, and the skin they wear determines their class attributes, so I bear it.

Seriously refold the quilt, I swear, this time it is more than a grade higher than the previous one.

But the ending is the same, being torn apart, shaken off, and asked: "overlap."

I subconsciously looked at my "roommates", pretending not to see what they were doing!

Okay, you are ruthless, you are watching, right, I quit!Love so and so!

I guess it's because my posture of sitting cross-legged on the ground is too manly. Yu Qingzhou didn't speak for a long time. I thought he would kick my feet or just be cruel. Of course, I couldn't think of any means, but in the end, there was none.The bastard just continued to ask me in his indifferent tone: "Are you short-sighted?"

I was stunned, not understanding how this question had anything to do with the current situation, but I shook my head honestly.

The bastard nodded in satisfaction: "Are you blind?"

I frowned: "What do you mean?"

The bastard came over and stood in front of me, condescending: "If you are not blind, you'd better have a look at other people's internal affairs. Also, the prison house is not your kang head, so don't sit anywhere. If you catch a cold and get hemorrhoids, you have to waste medical treatment resource."

Fuck, I've seen such damage, I've never seen such damage!

This is good, you say I can't get up yet?At first, he looked worthless, unworthy, and a fucking idiot.

"It's better to get up," the bastard seemed to be able to read my voice, "I have a lot of tasks today, if you are willing to waste time here, I have no problem."

Someone laid a ladder and I didn't want to be hypocritical. I got up and patted my butt, followed the discipline and strode towards the sun.

The correctional office and the prison dormitory belong to the same building, but the former is on the first floor, and the latter is on the second floor. I discovered it when I checked in yesterday. Now that I appreciate it up close, it feels more like a guard's room.

There are two other people in the office, one is a guard, in his forties, he doesn't look like someone from our prison area, he looks very unfamiliar, and a prisoner, I am very familiar with that face, anyway, we have been together day and night for a few months, even if he is swollen now As a pig's head, I can also restore it artificially in my mind.

"Xiao Yu, I'll leave it to you. This kid is not sensible, so you don't have to be polite if you want to mess with you." The old guard patted the bastard on the shoulder like a senior, turned and left.

I noticed that when he left, he gave "Watermelon" a warning look, and the latter flinched, the fear in his eyes couldn't be more obvious.

Watermelon is the nickname given to Hao Qiang in our warehouse, which is the pig head in front of him, because he wore a watermelon head when he entered the detention center. It is said that he is an extra actor and has served as a stand-in for a certain star. As for the crime , disgusting enough, despicable.So no buddy in the warehouse thinks highly of him, and loves to run on him both inside and outside the words.But he likes to commit crimes, and he doesn't know whether he is really stupid or just pretending. He has to say that he really loves that girl and was hurt by the other party's cold rejection, so he feels revenge. After he is released from prison, he still wants to find that girl. Non-others do not marry.I decided he was going to be a bachelor all his life.

But disgusting is disgusting. After all, he came out of a detention center. To be exact, the steamed buns we ate face to face on the square wheel cart yesterday. At that time, he still had good facial features, red lips and white teeth. Can't bear to watch.

Regardless of that, the bastard closed the door and threw two photocopied booklets in front of the two of us: "The rules and regulations of the prison, memorize them in a day and a half, and I will check them tomorrow afternoon."

The co-author came to study politics.

I casually flipped through two pages of regulations, which included work and rest regulations, internal affairs standards, including labor reform, and a system of rewards, punishments, and points.Although I don’t know what the points are for, I understand the nature of the matter today—I worked in a factory for a while before entering the industry, and it’s the same.

"Wang... Uh, discipline, can I take it back to the dormitory to memorize?" The whole office is a table, and Xigua and I sit next to each other, and the bastard is on the opposite side. Tarzan!

"Although I don't like to look at you, but there is no way, no way." Yu Qingzhou sighed pretendingly, as if he was very troubled, and after sighing, the grandson looked at me with a half-smile, "You gave me that What kind of nickname, what is the king, read it all out and listen to it."

I trembled in my heart, the bastard is sharp enough, that's right, he is a policeman, the basic quality is left there.

But I'm not a vegetarian either, who knows how to pretend, and immediately drives away the staunch and tender: "What's the nickname, isn't it that I stayed in the detention center for a few months, and the guard there was surnamed Wang, so I came here unexpectedly , the mouth is going to be bald for a while."

The bastard listened to me talking nonsense, didn't make a sound, and looked at me with eyes that looked at things, yes, I can count the words to describe the eyes of the bastard that make people want to punch twice, it is "seeing things" , as if we prisoners are inanimate bodies, no different from a bed, a cup, or a locker.

"Speak less and make less mistakes here," the bastard finally said, with a cool tone as if it had nothing to do with him, "otherwise you won't know how you died."

I didn't say anything, firstly, I didn't know if this was a threat, and secondly, even if it was a real threat, I wasn't ready to give in.It's not that you have to fight against the bastard, but what do you mean by talking less?Become the three zombies in NO.17?I can't, I can accept transformation, but I can't accept being formatted.

The bastard doesn't care about my attitude, as if he just remembered to mention a few words in his spare time. Whether he can listen to it or not is my business, not his: "It's 08:30 in the morning, and I will Come and check, you better have finished one-third of the memorization."

I saw that the bastard was about to leave, so I asked awkwardly: "Disciplinary, aren't you looking at us?"

I really don’t blame me. On the way here yesterday, the guards at the detention center talked to me for three hours about what to do and what not to do, what to pay attention to and what not to pay attention to. The most important point is that no matter what activities you do outside the cell, you must There are instructors to follow, if you walk around the prison at will, the armed police will stop you, and if you don't listen or have misbehavior, they will shoot you directly.So the equation came out, with instructors=safety, without instructors=killed.

Maybe my question was too unexpected for him, the bastard actually smiled a rare smile, it wasn't a superficial smile, and it wasn't a yin and yang eccentricity, it was just normal, so that there was a trace of it in his strong Wu Zhenyu temperament. Sunshine: "Do you want to escape from prison?"

Damn, can you ask this question casually!

I quickly shook my head like a rattle, as if someone was holding a gun behind me.

The bastard pointed at the watermelon: "Then you see that he has become like this, are you still going to punch him twice?"

"How is it possible," I blurted out without thinking, "animals can't do this!"

"That's over," the bastard shrugged, "I'm in the office next door, and I want to go to the bathroom and call for a report, but it's best to bear it if I can, because I want to take a nap."

I watched the back of the bastard disappearing at the door, and couldn't believe that he really left just like that, leaving the door open and us moving freely.Do you believe me if I say no jailbreak?Well, even if you have confidence in the high-wall power grid guards and armed police outside, I can’t run away even if I want to be destroyed, but you don’t have to bear the responsibility of not strictly guarding me if I am destroyed?

So whatever I say is crazy!

"Lu, Brother Lu, let's start reciting." I guess the expression on my face was more ferocious, and I was so scared by Xigua that I couldn't speak clearly.

"What's on your back? First, tell me what's going on with this face?" Although I look down on Watermelon, after all, there are so many months of fate, I don't care if I don't ask, I always feel unhappy.

"That's it. They heard that I committed...that thing. The noses are not noses and eyes are not eyes. Find faults with me." Watermelon choked up as he spoke.

"You bastard!" I call him a man who hates iron but not steel. "If they want to toss you, just open the door to welcome them, and they won't beat you back? And what about fucking discipline, don't you care?"

"No matter," Xigua's shoulders began to tremble, and she actually cried, "Damn it, they are all in the same group, brother Lu, I can't live anymore, really, I will definitely be killed by them... ..."

I don't like watermelons, but it hurts me to see him cry like a big man, but what can I do.Ask a few words?A word or two?After all, I am also a prisoner, and I am too busy to take care of myself, how can I extend my hand to another prison area?

"Otherwise, you can apply for a change of prison area..." After much deliberation, I just came up with this trick.

"I mentioned it," Xigua suddenly became excited, and shouted hoarsely, "They laughed at my whimsy, saying that even if I die, I will die in the fifteenth prison!"

Fifteen prisons...

I remembered Rong Kai's reaction.

"Which of you is Hao Qiang?" A nice voice suddenly came from the door.

It sounds really good, I won't describe it, it's a bit like a stone in a stream, washed round and round by the water, it's very comfortable to touch with your hands.

Watermelon was also stunned for a moment before realizing it, and quickly stood up: "Report, I am Hao Qiang!"

I am amazed, watermelon is very talented in terms of rules.

"I think it's you too." While speaking, someone came into the room. It was a man in his 30s, wearing a white coat, carrying a medicine box, and wearing rimless glasses, with a gentle appearance.

I had a little trouble understanding what this person was doing, so I quickly got up and gave way to him.

The man was not polite either. He put the medicine box on the table and sat down in my previous position. By opening the medicine box, he took out cotton balls, tincture of iodine, purple syrup, and some things I couldn’t name.

Watermelon also saw that this was an angel in white, so she quickly sat upright and put her face in front of him to make trouble for others.

After a while, the watermelon's face was full of purples and reds, but the colorfulness made people feel at ease.The man put away the utensils, took a small bag of medicine and put it in the hands of the watermelon: "Take it in the morning and evening, two pills at a time, it reduces inflammation and relieves pain."

Watermelon was overwhelmed with gratitude, and kept nodding and bowing to say thank you.

The man got up and put the medicine box back on his back and was about to leave. When he got to the door, he suddenly turned around and said, "I heard from Instructor Yu that you are from the fifteenth prison?"

Watermelon didn't know why, and was in a daze with two lines of snot.

"What's the number?" the man asked again.

I quickly pushed the watermelon, and the latter finally reacted: "Report, No. [-] Prison No. [-]!"

"Oh," the man tilted his head and thought for a while, "No. [-]...is there someone named Liu Di?"

"Uh, um." Watermelon responded in a daze.

"Get on good terms with him, and you won't have to see me in the future."

Following the last word, the figure of the angel in white disappeared at the door, that image is so fucking tall.

Apparently Xigua felt the same way, and his tearful face began to shine with the brilliance of "I want to live".

Sitting back at the desk, I stared at the used cotton swabs in a daze.It's not that he is complaining about the white-clothed angel's treatment of not collecting garbage, but that such a person must be sitting in the infirmary and in charge of medical treatment in one or even several prison areas. There is no reason to appear in the prison building for no reason, unless someone specifically asks him to come here.

Yu Qingzhou, are you sleeping well next door?