Time flies, and more than a month of peaceful days passed.
In the blink of an eye, I won my first New Year in the detention center.
I remember that during the last Chinese New Year, we brothers didn’t even go home. We had the New Year’s Eve dinner together, drank a lot, and then went to Bruce to set off fireworks.
I remember that at that time, Brother Hei was still there. As long as the gangsters in our city mentioned the name of Xiao Hei, everyone would raise their thumbs and say in admiration, "Xiao Hei is really awesome."
Just one year, just one year, Brother Hei left...Leilei ran away...Lei Zike died in a foreign country...Dakang had twenty-seven wounds on his body...and I
He and Mumu... also went to the detention center.
The building of Xiao Hei's house seemed to collapse in an instant... leaving only a pile of tiles... and dust...
The quieter the environment, the more people think. I have been asking myself, where will I be after I go out?
Superior??
Embrace money??
Eating and waiting to die??
Lively and extravagant??
"..."
Probably not. For more than a year, people around me stopped and went, and a series of events gave me the biggest feeling. I want to survive in this bloody world... It's very simple...
Only by surviving can you get to the top!! Only then can you make money!! Only then can you be qualified to indulge in extravagance!!
Before I end the chapter "Tiger Crouching on a Barren Hill", I want to write about a person who has a great influence on me. I still don't know his name, and I only talked to a few people in the detention center.
A few sentences.
The day I really had a conversation with him was on New Year's Eve, and at that time, he was still five days away from the end of his life... He received the call on the twenty-ninth day of the first lunar month.
The final judgment will be executed on the fifth day of the first lunar month.
Because I was very bored when I was in the detention center and had basically nothing to do except reading, so I liked to observe some prisoners.
Coincidentally, he is one of the few people I have no problem observing. I am interested in him mainly because this person is very special. Others have the opportunity to speak, and I wish I could finish what I have to say in this life.
But he has been very quiet, and it seems that it is difficult for him to get interested in anything. Moreover, this person does not seem to like to receive favors from others, because in the detention center, he usually gives out cigarettes and
There were some leftovers, but he never ate them. Instead, he seemed to enjoy them, chewing on the "bricks" and drinking the "boiled water and pickled cabbage leaves!"
And such a person, on New Year's Eve, after the New Year's Eve dinner, while other prisoners were watching the CCTV party, he came over and asked me for liquor.
To be honest, I can buy ten fucking bottles of Royal Salute and two large fruit plates with this tea jar of liquor outside. Others would never give it to him...because in the detention center,
It's so difficult to get drunk...
But I remembered that when I first came here, I stayed in the death pit for a night, and I had the fate of "sharing the same bed" with him, so I gave him a sip. When he drank, I paid attention.
You can see that his hands were trembling, and there were obvious red bloodshot eyes in his calm eyes.
That's how we got to know each other. In the next five days, we had many conversations. Every word he said was worthy of my careful savoring. Every word was a condensed essence, a truth he had accumulated over many years of being a human being.
. It may not be right, it may even be a bit extreme, but this extremeness is exactly what I lack.
In order not to make a long discussion and not cause public outrage, I only intercepted two quite classic dialogues. Those who can understand it will not find it boring... If you can't understand it, you can skip it.
The first paragraph is a discussion about "fighting".
"Xiao Fei, why did you come in?" the middle-aged man asked, eating gummy candies and drinking Jinliufu liquor, squinting at me.
"I'm telling you! This battle... is my most glorious achievement... At that time, the hotel rushed into No. 10 with a huff and puff. The man with the machete in his hand said that it was too late and that it was faster. I jumped like a tiger.
, take out the military spurs...!" I added a lot of water and spit, describing the fierce battle in the hotel at that time.
After I finished speaking, I glanced at the middle-aged man quite proudly, waiting for him to praise me.
"Husband fight!! Courage too...!"
But ***, I never expected that he looked at me quite silently, and then said with a hint of disdain in his tone: "Haha, no wonder you came in, just this time, if you don't come in, you won't come in next time.
Definitely come in!! Fortunately... your mistake this time was not serious, and there is still room for growth...!"
"Fuck!! Why?" I was very unhappy.
"Xiao Fei, let me ask you, since you came in, have you ever seen this new employee hit anyone?" The middle-aged man asked me a question instead of answering my question.
I was stunned for a moment, then thought about it and realized that our new employee had indeed never been hit or even angered, so I shook my head.
"Tell me, he has never beaten anyone before, so why are all the thirty-odd prisoners in Prison 307 afraid of him?" The middle-aged man asked again with blazing eyes.
"..." I didn't say anything and pondered.
"Xiao Fei, you have a rough body and skin, and you are influenced by your parents. You use your body to fight hard, but you end up at the bottom. That kind of ruthlessness in your bones and that kind of coldness in your heart are what you lack. I have always heard you talk about that one called Xiao Hei.
man, let me ask you, if he was in the hotel that day, who among those gangsters would dare to do anything??"
"..." I fell silent again, mentally already having the answer.
The second example of the conversation was a discussion about "brotherhood."
"Brother, you've been here for so long, why haven't you seen your friends, brothers or friends who have saved money for you, or come to see you?" I'm quite curious, because although I don't know, what's going on in this middle school?
I don’t know why the young man came in, and what he does outside, but from his words and deeds, it is not difficult to find that he should be a very powerful person.
"Haha, brother... I haven't contacted you for many years!" The middle-aged man grabbed my book and read it with relish.
"Fuck, we haven't contacted each other for many years, and you still call me brother??" I asked angrily.
"Then let me ask you, what do you mean by brothers??" The middle-aged man continued to ask while looking at the book without raising his head.
After listening, the figures of Mumu, Leilei, Dakang and others flashed through my mind, so I answered without thinking: "We share life and death, we share hardships, we have feelings that cannot be penetrated by a gun or penetrated by a knife!!