"Have you ever been in jail?" She looked at him in surprise and asked, never expecting that he, who had always been self-righteous, would have such a past experience.
Unimaginable.
"Yes, I didn't expect that." There was still a faint smile on his lips, which was completely incompatible with the cool and cold environment and the unbearable story he just told.
"12 years?" It's so long, so why did he come out again?
"That's right, in 2012, if I really sat down, you would probably have to take a day trip to an American prison to see me." He said with a slightly self-deprecating smile.
"Then how did it come out later?"
"Prison break." It was a simple two words, but it was shocking to hear.
She had actually heard about this kind of plot that could only be seen in movies, TV series, and novels.
"Jailbreak? You, what?" Is jailbreaking a very simple thing?
"As long as there are people with ideas and determination, there is nothing that can't be done." His smile became even stronger, as if seeing her surprised expression gave him great satisfaction.
Perhaps, although he has been keeping a low profile but is still attracting attention, he suddenly fell from a high place. His father was seriously ill, his brother was framed and imprisoned, and now he is also behind bars, everything has collapsed.
When he was first imprisoned, according to the rules, new entrants always had to receive a 'meeting gift' from their old friends, so without exception, a group of people looked at him eagerly and surrounded him, no matter how hard they worked, they couldn't resist it.
The emotions that so many people had suppressed for so long were released at this time.
One against dozens.
This is not a master in the world who looks down on the world. He has fallen behind in the face of such a mob.
In the end, he was surrounded by a group of people in a corner, punched and kicked.
It wasn't until he huddled in the corner motionless, as if he was lifeless, that they let him go.
That night he forgot the pain in his body and the despair in his heart. He only remembered that he was half-shrunk on the bed, watching the moonlight filtering through the high iron windows, leaving only a cold feeling.
In the next few days, I was always treated with courtesy by the people here from time to time. For a long time, I was covered in large bruises.
He is alienated from everyone, and he disdains any friendship with anyone here.
Until he met his 'friend', Lei Ruo, a stout man with cold eyes who didn't like to talk.
Because of his lack of resistance, his silence, and his forbearance, those people felt bored, like punching hard, but getting no response, and the pleasure of venting naturally faded away, so there was no one
After provoking him, I finally got clean for a while.
However, there are also a few idle people who don't like him. Although there is a library and a place to relax here, there are still few entertainment projects, so some people started to take advantage of him.
Several people were in the toilet and surrounded him with ill intentions.
It seemed that his energy was really worn down here, and he forgot to resist. After a few moments, he was actually surrounded by them, and he was groping randomly on his body, which only made him feel a chill.
"Don't you know you're a little rebellious?" During the meal, although An Jun divided the portions, the good parts were always taken away by others when it came to him, and the one who had been in prison for three years had never spoken to him.
Lei Ruo seemed to be sitting next to him and talking to him unintentionally.
"Is it useful?" he said disapprovingly. Even in prison, he formed gangs. Those people just now were with the same gang that attacked him on the first day. But he was weak and had no gang.
Even if he goes back today, will those people be willing to do so? Will those behind him not help? Will he be able to escape tomorrow and the day after tomorrow?
Therefore, he still chose to be patient.
"How will you know it's useless if you don't try? Besides, you are so good at it, why not?" This man always had a dull expression on his face, but now he had a strange expression on his face, as if he was smiling.
I didn’t see any curves. He had always been a loner, but no one dared to provoke him. Perhaps it was because of his gloomy face and his strong body that kept them away, although he had no interest in him.
He was interested in research, but he actually sat next to him and said these words to him, which made him feel a little surprised.
"So what if I try, it's still the same." He ate in silence and answered nonchalantly, like a dispensable official conversation. He didn't even reflect how the man noticed his good skills.
, remembering that every time he was bullied, that person was never there at all.
"Really, are you willing to do this?" He pointed to his body. Those people obviously knew how to teach newcomers without being discovered. All the injuries were hidden in their clothes and were generally not visible at all.
"What do you want to say?" He looked up at the man, wondering what he meant today.
"It's nothing, I just think you don't have to be like this." The man looked at him with a mysterious smile.
"Okay, I've finished eating. I wish you good luck." He patted him on the shoulder and said, picked up the food plate and left the seat opposite him.
He looked at it without saying anything and continued to eat.
However, his words seemed to be spinning over and over in his head, and they were not unreasonable.
...
Later, he began to resist and no longer allowed them to bully him as before. Some people were afraid of him and did not dare to provoke him anymore. Some people were unconvinced and continued to pester him endlessly.
Until that day, his aunt came to visit him in prison and told him that his father passed away a few days ago.
When he heard the news, he didn't know how to express his feelings. He simply said, oh, I understand.
When he returned to the place where he was imprisoned, he forgot how he walked all the way. He just felt confused, and the sky seemed to feel his gloomy mood.
However, God seemed to think that this was still not enough. Several guys who usually disliked him surrounded him again. It seemed that they had not tortured him for too long, and their hands and heart were itchy.
"Get out of the way, I'm not in the mood today, don't mess with me." He was tired of the life here, which was so hopeless and gray that he felt like he would be suffocated at any time.
"If I'm not in the mood, don't mess with you, hahaha, did you hear me? This Chinese guy must have taken the wrong medicine today." The American man in the lead said teasingly, while talking, his hands moved dishonestly over his body.
"Don't mess with me, you hear me." He put his hand away in disgust, and then said in an uncharacteristically calm tone.
"Chinese, did you resist today?" the man said, patting him on the face.
"Hahaha, he wants to resist." Several people behind him smiled in agreement.
"If you want to resist, okay, silent little sheep, let me see how sharp your claws are." The man said provocatively, and this tone completely angered Wei Shang.
He has always had a strong self-esteem, but here his heart has been reduced to the dust, and he has no thoughts of resistance. But now, his father is gone, and the mountain he has always looked up to has finally been completely destroyed in this family disaster.
It collapsed, and no one but himself could feel the despair in his heart.
So this time he wanted to resist, an outburst of despair.
I forgot how to swing my fist, I forgot how to knock several tall Americans to the ground, I forgot how more and more people got involved, I forgot that there were many kinds of anger in me, I forgot
How many punches did he receive?
I just felt that after such a hearty fight, it seemed very enjoyable, but it also seemed that I had exhausted all my strength.
"It hurts." Just as he fell to the ground panting, a thick hand stretched out to him and said.