The world is cool

It was impossible to find out whether Jin Dafu succeeded that night, anyway, in the next few days, his complexion was comparable to that of Bao Gong.Zhou Cheng, on the other hand, smiles whenever he meets people, and his complexion is like a spring breeze, which makes me doubt if I don’t want to, let alone a sudden change in the environment and then the body position is reversed... Since the picture really breaks through the limit of human imagination, I frightened myself .

Calisthenics is still being done, but most people can really get away with dancing to the music.I think it's true that human potential has no limits.It's just that I didn't understand one thing, that is, even if the prison wants to popularize aerobics, there is no reason for a prison guard to be in charge of the overall situation. To put it bluntly, Yu Qingzhou has nothing to do with cultural and sports construction.

I asked about this when we were chatting privately.To be honest, I feel that the bastard and I have known each other for the past few years, and the relationship is not bad. Although the class gap is obvious, how can I say it, even if we can't talk to each other, we can occasionally tell the truth.

The bastard didn't beat around the bush, and gave me the answer directly: "I applied for aerobics, so naturally I'm in charge."

"On a whim? A sudden whim?" I really couldn't find any other reason.

The bastard lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then raised his head and gave me a foolish smile: "Just treat it as my whim, I'm happy to torment you."

I squint my eyes, sometimes the truth needs to be dug through the surface.

The bastard didn't flinch and let me watch.

one second.

two seconds.

ten seconds.

20 seconds.

"Have you read it yet?"

"No."

"If you continue, I will let you write a review."

"Why?"

"Discipline with obscene eyes."

"..."

Hooligans in uniform, let's talk about this guy!

Later, when I went back to the cell, I accidentally chatted with Huahua about this matter. Huahua thought about it and wrote to me: He might be afraid of suicide happening again.

I don't understand: "Is the two related?"

Huahua continued to write: He may think that the suicide happened because the prison is too boring. If there are more other things to do, maybe it can distract us.

I frowned and tried to think about the problem from the position of a bastard. After a long while, I finally understood it.It's just psychological counseling in disguise, or in other words, after venting all your strength, you can go back to the house and go back to sleep, so you don't have to think about it.And it is undeniable that there are still people secretly having fun when doing exercises, this thing is really entertaining.

"It seems that the bastard really cares about us." He sighed, I had mixed feelings.

Hua Hua thought for a while, and added: A little bit.

I happily patted him on the head: "A little bit is not bad, you still expect his love and devotion."

Huahua also curled the corners of her mouth, and hastily wrote a few more words and handed them over.

When I saw it, it said: He looks a bit like you.

I know it's a compliment, and I'm really warmed up by the compliment, but I still have to fight for it: "I'm not a little bit, I'm a great love to spread to the world."

Huahua laughed loudly, her whole body lit up, her eyes filled with light as she looked at me, not as beautiful as fireworks, but as enthusiastic as fireworks.

As Liu Di became more and more familiar with everyone, the night of NO.17 became more lively.Sometimes I would borrow a few ancient martial arts novels from the library, and then I would tell everyone in vernacular, like a storytelling.Huahua especially likes to listen, and she concentrates on it without blinking every time. The little lunatic and Zhou Cheng are also more supportive. Jin Dafu dislikes east and west, and what is even more outrageous is that he thinks my speech is not up to standard. Pay attention, he is Take Shan Tianfang for comparison.In the end, I was reprimanded by Liu Di: Some things sound good, but don’t be too old for the food you want to come.

The heart is kind, why are the words so awkward!

At the end of the year, the prison initiated a commutation application.Everyone can fill out the form, but the number of places is limited, and the specific evaluation criteria are unknown. In the end, only the little lunatic entered the review.Passing the re-examination proves that there is something to be done, and those of us who are left behind have to wait until next year.Liu Di was not involved in this matter, he had his own way, so he ignored it all the way.When the little lunatic found out that he had entered the re-examination, his excitement was beyond words. Seeing our bitter faces, he did not forget to pat each of us on the shoulder, as if to encourage him, and continue to work hard next year.I don't know what to say about him anymore. I can't offend him if I have the same knowledge as him, but if I don't have the same knowledge as him, I'm really sulking.This child has never experienced hardship since he was a child, I'm sure, so he never thinks about problems from the perspective of others, and is considerate of others' feelings.

Fortunately, the shadow of the failure to apply for commutation was dispelled by the sudden snowstorm.

It was late January, and the daily news began to broadcast that our country had encountered a rare snow disaster. Zhejiang, Jiangsu, Hubei, Hunan, Guangdong, Guangxi, Yunnan, Guizhou, etc., almost half of China were affected.What low temperature, rain and snow, freezing, these words, in my opinion, are completely normal phenomena in winter, have caused huge losses that are almost irreparable to the south.

According to the news, as of the end of January, the direct economic loss has reached more than 500 billion.

When the money reaches a certain amount, it loses its sense of reality, so I can’t estimate how much money it is, but I just feel miserable, especially when I see places where water and electricity are cut off, and see those compatriots living in temporary resettlement houses , I suddenly felt that staying in prison was not too difficult, at least I had food and drink, water and electricity, and most importantly, I came in because I deserved what I did, but they were absolutely innocent when they suffered disasters.

"Chinese people just don't have faith," Liu Di said suddenly after watching the news broadcast that day, "For example, in foreign countries, once there is such a natural disaster, some believers will jump out and say that it is because we humans have done too many bad things. So God was angry and sent punishment. In a sense, it can also warn the world."

Zhou Cheng seldom interrupted when we were talking nonsense, but for some reason today he suddenly answered: "I think it's good to have no faith, at least you don't have a priest to confess to you after you do bad things, so as to wash away your guilt."

Liu Di looked at him, thought about it, and nodded: "What you said makes sense."

Zhou Cheng smiled.

Liu Di also smiled.

The two didn't speak again, but I always felt that they were having a good time.

"Have I seen you somewhere?"

Yep, the best friend has changed to strike up a conversation.

Zhou Cheng's voice was faint, but extremely sure: "I have never seen you."

Liu Di doubted: "Really?"

Zhou Cheng gave a very calm "hmm", which was very convincing.

Liu Di pouted, accepting it.

When it was just the two of us, I secretly asked Liu Di: "Didn't you look at Zhou Cheng? You also know his relationship with Da Jinzi. I don't think poaching is proper."

Liu Di couldn't help but laugh: "How is it possible, even if I look for it, I can't find it."

I swallowed, the amount of information in this short sentence is too large, I have to digest it.

"Which eye do you see that he is from the top?" Ask the obvious one first.

"I can't explain it clearly to an outsider like you," Liu Di said with a wicked smile, "Whenever you enter the Tao, buddy will take you to play."

I patted him on the shoulder seriously: "You can play now."

The fact that Liu Di is a comrade actually hit my nerves. I used to live outside for 30 years and didn’t find this kind of person. It’s only been three years since I’ve been here, and I’ve seen three of them.I don't know whether it's the transformation of the environment or the induction, I just know that when I masturbate, I still think of female stars, which is okay.

In February, post-disaster reconstruction.

In the news, all walks of life are supporting the reconstruction in full swing, but I sat on the small bench in the activity room, just watching helplessly, as if I was looking at another world.

I think if I was outside at this time, I might not pay attention to these things at all. The people affected by the disaster in the south are not as real as a Santana-it is best to get rid of that thing.In the 30 years before I was imprisoned, how many important national events did I miss?I have no idea.Although I don't think it has much to do with me at the moment, such as the Six-Party Talks, such as the Iraq War, could it be possible that if I pay attention to the relationship between the United States and North Korea, it will ease?Can the war be eliminated in Iraq?cannot.But I still have to watch it, because people all over the country live like this, I follow the trend, and I am down-to-earth.

The heating was turned off at the beginning of March. It was the end of winter, but it seemed to be the coldest time of the year.The water pipes froze and thawed, thawed, and finally began to leak. The prison has been slow to find someone to fix it. We had to fall asleep with the sound of ticking every night, and occasionally dreamed of water ghosts.

To say that the only major event in the ordinary days is the reconstruction of the factory building, all manual work has stopped, and the making of lanterns has finally withdrawn from the stage of history. All of us were driven to the wild to open up wasteland.

Land reclamation is what we call it in private. In fact, it means going out to work. Most of them are in the mines, just like Chinese laborers in the old society.

The second prison was assigned to a quarry. No one knew if there was a formal permit. Anyway, the whole mine was in chaos, and it was hard to tell which one was a migrant worker and which one was a prisoner.What we have to do is to dig mountains, chisel stones, chiseling and digging are nothing more than selling our strength.

It doesn't matter if you work hard, that's what I thought at first, but when I actually work, it doesn't matter at all.

At the end of March, the wind is still biting.When I first came out, I didn't feel anything, but after standing outside for a long time, my face became numb.I finally sweated from the back, my face became hot, and my hands started to hurt again, even freezing and grinding. I have never suffered from this since I was a child.

"Fuck, no fucking human did this!" I'm not the only one who suffers, the little lunatic has never stopped crying since he set foot on this mine.

"Be content," Zhou Cheng sighed, "The prisoners used to do this, but after more and more escaped, the prison gradually stopped advocating going out to work, and changed to working in the factory building."

The little lunatic curled his lips: "Then why don't you compare yourself to blind flow, he hides in the infirmary now and eats hot food."

Zhou Cheng smiled: "It can't be compared to him, we don't have that father."

Huahua didn't say a word, she put her head down and worked honestly, only to see that the hard-frozen soil completely lost resistance under his shovel, and she obediently let him dig around.

I always went over and bumped him with my shoulder, and praised him: "You can do it, it's quite energetic."

Huahua pulled my arm angrily, and wrote two Arabic numerals on my palm: 25.

I reflexively asked, "What do you mean?"

Huahua looked unhappy, turned around and ignored me.

Afterwards, no matter how much I asked, he just ignored me, and then I was discovered by the bastard, and I was brought to the foot of the mine to criticize education——

"If you don't have work at noon, believe it or not, I will let you run from here to the top of the mountain?"

I believe it, but what can I do if the permafrost is strong!

When I was eating cold steamed buns at noon, I suddenly realized what Huahua meant. 25, he is 25 this year, he is considered a serious adult, so it is not surprising that he is energetic, it is my fault that I look down on him.

After working in the mine for several days, I suddenly discovered a very serious problem, that is, we are all digging the soil at the root of the mine.For example, the entire mine is just a big rock, and we keep loosening the soil for it, almost hollowing out the surrounding area. Although theoretically, the mountain will not fall like a felled tree, it is still dangerous. dangerous.

That night, I shared my concerns with the NO.17 masses.Everyone didn't seem to have thought about this matter, and when I reminded them, their expressions became dignified.The little lunatic didn't care about it alone: ​​"What is this? After we finish digging, the owner of the mine will be destroyed with a cannon. Otherwise, do you think that the stones fell off by themselves?"

I widened my eyes: "Do you want to crash with a cannon?"

"Nonsense, the holes we dug out in the past two days are for gunpowder."

"If the lower part collapses, won't the upper part collapse?"

"Don't worry, many private quarries do this, and it's not that easy to cause trouble."

"What if it comes out?"

"That can only be bad luck."

I really want to cut open the belly of the little lunatic, and then look through the heart and lungs, where are you all!

When the little lunatic and I were chatting, Liu Di had been eating instant noodles leisurely, now that he finished eating, he came over to get ready to climb into bed.But as soon as one foot stepped on the ladder, the person suddenly stopped moving.

After waiting for a long time, seeing that the other party didn't intend to continue, I had no choice but to say: "Dude, personally, I don't like your posture very much, it blocks my sight."

After finishing speaking, Liu Di put down his raised foot and stood there looking down at me.

I was looked at inexplicably: "What's wrong?"

Liu Di sighed: "You still have time to care about stones and gunpowder. Did your hand get burned by a soldering iron?"

After he reminded me, I turned over my palm and looked at it.Well, there are criss-cross marks all over, some are red, some are purple-blue, some have broken skin, and some have begun to seep out transparent water.

Seeing my blank face, Liu Di swallowed hard and asked, "Does it not hurt?"

Honestly, no.It seemed as if he had lost all consciousness, leaving only numb, as if he had been anesthetized.

A gust of wind blew in front of me, before I could react, someone grabbed my wrist, and then I saw the top of Huahua's head—because he squatted down directly.

I'm a little embarrassed, mainly because everyone is fine, it's just me, what a shame.But I pulled back several times, but I didn't pull my arm back.Well, 25 years old is a big guy, this time I believe it.

Liu Di was still sarcastic: "You are a man in everything else, but with just these two hands, you are more a woman than a woman."

I wanted to kick him, but before I could stretch my legs, Huahua stood up first, and was bumped to the side by him, then opened the door, and looked back at Zhou Cheng.The latter immediately understood, cleared his throat, and called out loudly: "Report to discipline—"

Liu Di was amazed: "This is a tacit understanding..."

"No," I raised my chin and smiled, "This is my brother's popularity."