Chapter 824: The famous screenwriter's transparent bridge, one chapter solves the copy
No one knows what happens in the laundry room.
Everyone knows what happens in the laundry room.
Gordon Freeman did not comfort Rohard. He knew that comfort was meaningless and had no use except making the victim think "Why me?"
It took Rohard a whole week to stop limping.
One day, the prisoners were obliged to pull up weeds on the playground.
Freeman squatted on the ground, pulling weeds and leaning toward Rohard.
"We call them Jack Brothers."
Freeman rolled up his hidden sleeves and grabbed a handful of weeds with his black hands. He squinted under the dazzling sunlight and looked at the gay trio pulling weeds in the distance: "Because the big man said that he once lived in the same community as Leonardo.
, and he’s gay.”
Rohard responded with silence, his hands stained with crushed green juice continuing to pick up weeds.
"You have less than six months to leave here. It's not worth getting involved with these bad boys." Freeman patted Rohard on the shoulder and returned to his seat.
At lunch two days later, Rohard met Possum and only bought a pack of cigarettes.
After the pack of cigarettes arrived, Rohard gave it to Freeman. Freeman said thank you and took the pack of cigarettes.
This means they will be friends for the next six months.
Although Rohard remained silent most of the time, it just so happened that Freeman loved to share his experiences.
For example, when he first came here, he made scratches on the wall every day. But he stopped doing this after he got the calendar, and the scratches were hidden under the calendar.
Rohard opened the calendar and saw dozens of scratches on the aging lead-colored wall. When he brushed it with his palm, mud and stone fell down.
"This prison is old." Freeman responded to Rohard's gaze, raised his finger and shook it: "I know what you are thinking, don't even think about it."
He tapped his knuckles on the thick wall, and the dull feedback told Rohard the answer.
"Oh, by the way, if that guy Possum wants to hint to you, 'I need a little spoon for eating,' or something, just ignore him. We all know that his family owns a kitchenware store."
Freeman's words may or may not have dispelled something.
Because Rohard's sentence was only six months.
Freeman envied Rohard, who had thirty-four six months before he could leave here.
"I almost forgot what the city looked like...the newspapers were never shown to us," Freeman said.
The high wall blocks their view of the outside world. The only things that allow them to enjoy a moment of freedom are the sky when they relax and the rare opportunity to go out to do voluntary work.
Many people here deserve their punishment, and they even deserve not to be able to see the sky.
But Freeman doesn't feel included.
"A group of idiots sneaked into my parade. They went around beating people, smashing stores, and robbing things. I tried to stop them but they didn't listen to me... I even saw white people sneaking in. In the end, the perpetrators and criminals were arrested.
Staying outside, I was the only one who was caught and laughed at by the newspapers, saying, 'Look, he is the leader of the black riots.'"
Freeman said this like a sad old man.
Not only was he sad about being imprisoned, but what made him even sadder was the distortion and misunderstanding he suffered.
Late one night, a particularly sad Freeman woke up Rohard and confided to him the depression that had squeezed his heart for more than ten years: "They have kept us in captivity. They have only allowed us to become athletes and stars, and they have not allowed us to learn, and they have isolated us from the possibility of rising.
the way……"
Freeman seemed to have drunk too much that night and talked a lot in sleep. He seemed to have forgotten about it the next day, but the relationship between the two became even better.
Rohard would occasionally speak, but sometimes Freeman would think he was flirting.
Time passed. Regardless of the fact that Rohard was gay, Freeman began to like this new inmate. And as time went by, Freeman discovered that Smith was not gay——
"Brother Jack likes the new and hates the old. Maybe they are no longer interested in you." Freeman could only comfort him this way.
In any case, although Rohard remained taciturn, his condition was better every day than the day before.
More importantly, he is losing weight.
Four months passed, and Rohard was about to return to the same state as when he first came in, and was about to be released from prison, until the gay trio came to find him again.
Rohard, who had lost nearly 20 pounds, was unable to resist, and he was taken into the laundry again... When Freeman knew the news and came with a group of old brothers, it was already over.
Freeman was about to warn Rohard, but he stopped him.
Ten days later, Rohard, who had recovered, attacked the Jack brothers when they were alone.
Two people suffered concussions.
As a price, Rohard's sentence was supplemented by five years, five days in a dark room and a solitary cell for potential violence.
When they saw him again, Freeman yelled at him that he was a fool, and Rohard was depressed.
His mood became much lower.
Freeman knew that this was the aftereffect of being locked up in a dark room, and it would take a long time for him to recover.
Rohard was lucky. Not long after, the prison received a voluntary job. Although there was no money to be paid, he was able to leave the prison for a short time and go outside.
Rohard was chosen, and Freeman was eager, too, but he was too old to do anything.
Rohard, who was shackled and emaciated, stood in the open-pit mine and looked at the city cluster in the distance.
Something was taking root inside him.
In the afternoon, they returned to the cramped and closed prison. Rohard happened to see an old prisoner being put on a stretcher and put into an ambulance.
Freeman gathered around and said to Rohard, who was approaching: "A poor old guy... you must not dare to think how many years he has been imprisoned. Forty years... he has been out of touch with the world.
No one knows Michael Jackson."
Rohard said nothing.
The next day he ordered a spoon from Possum.
From time to time, Rohard would ask for a spoon, and his figure became thinner and thinner.
"You are too thin now..." Freeman would sometimes say worriedly when seeing him.
This situation lasted for two full years. One day two years later, Freeman heard that Possum had sold Rohard a set of T-shirts and jeans.
The next day, Rohard came to see him.
He realized something.
"I wish you success...and I don't want to see you again." Freeman hit Rohard on the shoulder.
That night, listening to the not-so-new snoring of the inmates, Freeman rested his arms on his head and quietly wondered if Rohard had seen the moonlight tonight.
A dreamless night.
Early the next morning, a piercing siren sounded over the prison.
The awakened prisoners crowded in front of the iron bars and asked, knowing that someone dug a hole and escaped from the prison last night. The cheers almost lifted the oppressive ceiling of the prison.
Thirty kilometers away from the prison, a thin figure wearing a T-shirt and jeans was running towards the urban agglomeration not far away.