The world is cool

In mid-August, Liqiu has passed for a week, but the weather is still very hot. The whole prison is like a stuffy jar. I feel like a bacterium in this jar, which expands wildly, splits, and then dies.

Unfortunately, the soul is gone, but the body is still there.

When everything in the prison is no longer novelty, life becomes an endless cycle of going to work, eating, continuing to work, finishing work, and sleeping.It was like I was walking in a dark tunnel, and I couldn't see my fingers or see the exit light.This is an indescribable depression, although I will still talk nonsense in NO.17, but only I know that the situation is a bit bad.

Soon, this kind of spiritual thing was transferred to the physical body. For example, now, my brain is blank for a moment. I don’t know what I am doing. Turn it out, stroke it a little bit, and finally stroke it to this moment, oh, I am making handmade flowers.But why do I make handmade flowers? Why do I have to work from dawn to dusk to make this shit in exchange for the two or three hundred yuan a month?

"Feng Yiyi, why did you stop? Don't try to be lazy, hurry up and work!" the assistant prisoner yelled.

I looked at him blankly and suddenly felt that he was ridiculous.What do you think you are?Official?You just came in a few years earlier than me, who will be much more senior than who when you go out in the future?Everyone's mother has entered the palace, and everyone's mother is not a good bird.

"Hey, are you stupid? Do it quickly." Rong Kai pushed me with his elbow.

I'm not stupid, but my fingers are.

Rong Kai saw something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

"I can't move my fingers." I said truthfully.

Rong Kai frowned: "Cramp?"

I shook my head: "It doesn't hurt or itch, but I can't move."

Rong Kai narrowed his eyes and pondered for two seconds, then suddenly picked up the plastic leaf on the assembly line and shone it on my finger.

The rhizome of the plastic leaf is hard and sharp. I just felt a tingling pain. There was already a blood spot on the belly of my index finger. First it was the size of a millet grain, then rice grains, mung bean grains, soybean grains, and finally the full blood grains swelled. Broken low to my lap.

"Let's see now." Rong Kai put the murder weapon in his mouth to suck, took it out and continued to stick it with glue.

I tried to move my fingers, and it really worked.

"What's the situation?" I asked Rong Kai.

Without raising his head, he just said "normal situation" and ignored me.

Everyone on the assembly line is busy, and every cheap plastic flower is related to our score and then affects the sentence, so I understand the coordinator's rudeness, and Rong Kai's love to answer.

I thought it might be the color of the blood and the pain. The two-pronged combination of perception and pain brought back my nerves.But I don't have more time to think, I have to make handmade flowers, I don't expect to reduce my sentence, but if I can't finish it before 05:30, then I have to come over after dinner and continue to do it, this is my daily task , go round and round until death.

Throughout the day, I was scolded countless times by the assistant prisoner, and the reason was without exception, I was in a daze.However, after being scolded, I was able to recover quickly and re-invest in the great reform through labor. Thanks to Rong Kai, the neurological disorder never happened again.So when it was time to call it a day, I barely finished the task.

I lost my mind several times during the meal, so that I don't remember what I ate.

On the way back to the prison, Rong Kai asked me: "Feng Yiyi, have you been here for a month and a half?"

I figured it out, it was true, so I nodded.

Rong Kai smiled, very delicately, without any meaning, and then slowly uttered two words: "Come on."

I am baffled.

But after thinking about it, well, lunatics are inexplicable, so don't worry about it.

The cell is a watershed, outside, I am a nervous laborer, back here, I am Feng Yiyi.

Because of a broken bone, Huahua was allowed to rest in the prison cell until the plaster cast was removed, and no points were deducted.

Rong Kai has always been very envious, so the first thing he does when he returns to NO.17 every day is to yell, ah, I also want to be dumb with a broken bone.

I think that if I were Huahua, I would definitely use a plaster hand to slap that bitch, but Huahua is more gracious than me, and every time I just stare at Rong Kai with those black eyes that look like jewels.Most of the time, the little lunatic will be defeated by this gaze, and then beg your old man to accept this hair-raising supernatural power.

Rong Kai said that Huahua's eyes are like black holes that can suck people in.

I think Huahua's eyes are like magic mirrors, very mysterious and beautiful.

In a blink of an eye, it was another weekend, and Jin Dafu and Zhou Cheng started to do it again. I think they are more punctual than Chia Tai Variety Show.

After the lights are turned off, you can't see your fingers in the cell, provided that Rong Kai doesn't turn on the flashlight.But he prefers to drive, sometimes to read, and most of the time to wander around, and then the prison cell creates a disco effect under the chaotic searchlights of hammers here and sticks here and there.

"You're fucking full, turn that thing off!" Sometimes Jin Dafu would protest, like now.

"Concentrate on what you do, you control the world and control the world, and you still control my shit and fart." Rong Kai didn't accept this, because he knew that Jin Dafu, who was working hard, was reluctant to leave Zhou Cheng.

Sure enough, Jin Dafu was just yelling, why should he keep doing it.

On the other hand, Rong Kai stopped shaking, sat up and threw the flashlight away, the man bent down and took out half a bag of melon seeds from under the bed, and started crackling.While knocking, he muttered: "Hurry up, I still have to sleep."

I was bored, so I couldn't let go of the food, so I squeezed onto the little lunatic's bed to grab melon seeds.

Snacks are the rarest thing in this prison besides cigarettes. Because the supply is less than the demand, even if you have money, you may not be able to buy them.

Rong Kai was not happy anymore, he put half a bag of melon seeds in his arms and did not let go: "Your mother wants to eat and buy it herself, don't miss mine!"

"Damn, it's not like I can't afford it. I'll eat half a bag today and return you two bags tomorrow!"

"Really?" Rong Kai was dubious.

"Relax your mother's 120 hearts." I will not be reduced to my two bags of melon seeds lying to children.

Poured a handful of melon seeds in my hand, I stretched out my arms and raised it up: "Huahua, come knock melon seeds."

No one pays attention to me, and no one pays attention to the things in my hands.

I wondered how Huahua was sleeping when I stood up with bare feet on the ground without any shoes on and looked up.I don't know if it's true or not, anyway, I can only see the back of the head, but the sound of breathing is steady.

The next Saturday, I went to the small shop early to buy two bags of melon seeds. When I swiped the card, I found that there was only 78 yuan left in the IC card. This was not a good sign. I thought the old man should send me some money.But since I was transferred here from the detention center, the old man hasn't come to see me yet.

I don't know if my heartbeat has crossed the prison's high-wall grid, but one day in early September, the old man actually came.

Through the glass, I picked up the receiver pretending to be relaxed: "Hi, here you come."

The old man looked at me with no expression on his face, unlike when he was in the detention center and would scold me for a long time, I think he might be really old.

"It seems that life is good inside." He was actually very regretful.

"The national policy is good, and I have let you down." I smiled carelessly, showing my big white teeth.

"Six years," the old man spoke very slowly, as if he was talking to me, or talking to himself, "When you come out, you may not know what society will become."

I think he is worrying unfoundedly: "It doesn't matter, no matter how human you change, you still have to eat and have sex, it's all the same fucking."

The old man's expression became ugly in an instant, as if my son had embarrassed him again.But there are fucking visiting prisons around here, and they are too busy to take care of themselves. Who has time to watch you and your son!

"How's your stomach doing?" I changed the topic to something that wouldn't make him angry, "Don't eat cold and irritating food, you know?"

The old man liked to drink alcohol when he was young, and it was really terrible to drink, so he drank blood out of his stomach, and until now, that thing is still causing trouble from time to time.

"It's fine, it's fine," he always said.

"Anyway, your own body, if you don't take it seriously, I can't do anything." I could take care of it before, but now, let's escape from prison first.

The old man said nothing.

Another long period of silence.

I looked left and right, and found that people were eager to say eight words in a second, so I felt that our father and son were very sorry.

What else, what else, I racked my brains to think, wishing I could pull my hair out, and finally when I was on the verge of going crazy, I thought of a very important thing——

"By the way, take good care of your little money. My aunt is thinking about it day and night. Now that I'm in, she feels more hopeful."

The old man frowned, with a disapproving look on his face: "We're all a family, don't worry about it, and besides, it's not easy for your aunt to pull two children."

"It's even more difficult for children in the mountainous areas. You should support the mountainous areas."

The old man stopped talking again, just stared at me with deep eyes, full of emotion, as if I was about to be dragged out to be shot and this was the last time.

I didn't mention the money transfer, but within two days after the old man came, the money did arrive.

There may be such a thing as mind-to-heart connection in the world. Anyway, the old man and I have lived together for 30 years.

After the old man came to talk about the prison, I wanted to go out more and more. A few days ago, I felt that the prison was boring and not free, but now, I feel that this place is like a magic cave, like the Chinese workers who were sold to America in batches to open up wasteland. Concentration camp, when I was walking on the assembly line more and more times, I was very irritable, I wanted to go crazy.

My mind can no longer control my physiology.

"Feng Yiyi, don't you fucking think about it? How many times have I scolded you today, but I don't have a memory? In such a situation, you don't need to eat dinner to work for me!" The coordinator scolded again, this time he I don't think it's enough to shout from the air, so I have to come over and scold him personally.

There was a fire inside of me and I had to let it out or I would burn myself.

But now, the idiot came to the door.

When the fist hit the opponent's face, the grandson didn't understand the situation, and fell on the back of his head. It seemed that the fall was unclear, because the grandson didn't get up for a long time.I hope he has a concussion, for no reason.

The people on the assembly line stopped their movements, and it was rare for them to be lively. Even if they couldn't walk around at will, they had to watch on the spot.

Yu Qingzhou's knowledge was wrong, so she hurriedly left her colleagues who were chatting and ran over quickly: "Feng Yiyi, what the hell is going on with you! You turned against you! Believe it or not, I will lock you up..."

I believe, I not only believe but also express my attitude with practical actions.

Yu Qingzhou's nosebleed was very funny, so I laughed.

The other party looked at me with a crazy look, and two seconds later, the electric baton hit me hard on the head.

Thankfully, no current was turned on.

The so-called closed room is actually a narrow and small single room, so narrow that it can only fit a bed, and you can't straighten your back or stretch your legs here.

Yu Qingzhou stood outside the iron railing, with two cotton balls stuffed in his nostrils, which was funny.

But I couldn't laugh, the soul possession on the assembly line just now had passed, and I finally realized what I had done, although I still didn't know the reason for the sudden convulsion.

Yu Qingzhou said: "Feng Yiyi, you may have forgotten what you do, so I will tell you again. You are a prisoner, I am a policeman, and we are not together under the same roof. We are still in a daze. Well, if you're still unconscious, I don't mind hitting a few more sticks, it's electrified."

I blinked, and it was rare for me to answer the question sincerely and simply: "I'm not going to faint, I remember."

"It's best like this," Yu Qingzhou tugged on his collar, as if the air here made him suffocated, "Five days of confinement, the lightest one, you should have fun secretly."

Watching Yu Qingzhou leave, the door outside the iron railing was completely closed, and the entire confinement room fell into darkness, with no windows, no lights, only a small vent at the top, which let in a little faint light.

Many years later, when I think of these five days, I will still feel uncomfortable. If I go back in time, I will never beat that assistant criminal, let alone beat Yu Qingzhou.But Rong Kai said, even if I go back in time, I will still beat him up, because what I experienced is what every prisoner will experience, a kind of mania caused by sudden loss of freedom.Some people will harm themselves, some will harm others, I belong to the latter, but the little lunatic sums up this as prison syndrome.