"Okay,, everyone's chirping......" mourning led the way with thunderous applause from the cell.

"Brother Biao, Hu Feipeng is here." The mouse shouted with his head slightly bowed.

"Little Brother Ma, I've wronged you." After Fu Biao finished speaking, he glanced at everyone.

The surrounding people quickly surrounded Ma Ziming and made a gesture of pretending to beat someone, "Kill him for me." ”

Hu Feipeng came to the door of cell No. 9, only to see that Fu Biao and others had already formed a circle to beat a person, and he knew that this person must be Ma Ziming without looking, Hu Feipeng nodded with satisfaction and pretended to say: "Prison is not allowed to fight!" ”

But Fu Biao and the others continued to wave their fists as if they hadn't heard.

From time to time, screams could be heard from the crowd.

And Ma Ziming was lying in the crowd, beating his legs, pinching his shoulders, and his little brother pretending to scream on the side.

Hu Feipeng turned around and left with a wicked smile.

Fu Biao clenched his fists: "Brother Xiaoma, I'm sorry." ”

"Alas!" Ma Ziming waved his hand: "I should thank you." As he spoke, he grabbed Fu Biao's hand.

"Thanks! Little Pony. "Mourning Biao is a sense of pride.

"You! Sing a song to Little Pony! Fu Biao pointed to a man and said.

The man walked to the center of the cell and waved his big hand, "Son, wear floral clothes, come here every spring・・・・・・・

"Hahahaha!" There was a burst of laughter.

"You're going to be anything else." Ma Ziming asked, pointing to the man in the center of the cell.

"Back to Brother Xiaoma, I will also speak cross talk." The man held out his hand respectfully.

"This is good!" Ma Ziming showed a satisfied smile, how boring the life in the prison was originally, but at the moment he was indeed extremely happy, and it seemed that he had forgotten the troubles outside for a short time.

"Hurry up, give us the whole one." Mourning shouted.

"Okay, whole one." The man snapped his fingers, "There are so many bamboo boards, let's not boast about anything else, praise the little horse brother in the ancient city, full of brave heroes・・・・・"

"Aren't you a bamboo plank? Where is cross talk! Ma Ziming asked.

The people present began to sigh: "Li Yuanjia is bragging again." ”

"Your name is Li Yuanjia." Ma Ziming leaned against the wall and asked.

"Back to Brother Xiaoma, my name is Li Yuanjia, Huo Yuanjia is the grandson of my third aunt's sixth aunt's second aunt's sixth uncle's grandmother, and I am a distant relative with him."

"Hahaha!" There was another burst of laughter.

Li Yuanjia suddenly felt a bloating in his abdomen: "Mouse, come over and see if my pants are open." ”

The rat farts came over, and Li Yuanjia pouted his ass at the rat.

The mouse looked at it carefully for a long time, "The pants are not broken!" ”

"Porphyry!" A series of fart sounds sounded, and the rat's whole face was sat on the ground by the fart, obviously being hit by this fart.

"Hahaha!" The whole cell was full of laughter and joy.

The rat stood up and chased after Li Yuanjia and hit, "You damn Li Yuanjia." ”

Li Yuanjia ran away, "If you want to see it, you can watch it, you are really stupid." ”

On the bunk, Ma Ziming pointed to the two people and asked, "Have they always been so interesting?" ”

Fu Biao hurriedly praised, "They are usually like this, and the whole prison accuses them of being funny!" ”

"It's really interesting." Ma Ziming's face was full of smiles, and it was obvious that he was not rejecting prison life at all, but felt that it was a rare experience.

"Squeak!" The iron door was opened again.

A man dressed in rustic style walked in and took the initiative to stand in the corner, and the most striking thing was that the man was blind in one eye.

Ma Ziming looked at this man from a distance, although he was rustic and blind in one eye, his eyes were very resolute, and he definitely didn't look like an ordinary person.

Ma Ziming mourned Biao with a look.

Fu Biao shouted at the top of his voice: "What's it called! ”

"Blind." The blind man replied quickly and neatly, without dragging mud and water.

"I like the name." The mouse seemed to have found a soulmate, for the blind man's eyes seemed smaller than his eyes.

"I don't have eyes." Li Yuanjia said mockingly.

The rat was about to make a move, but when he heard Fu Biao's voice, he immediately stopped it.

"What a crime!" Mourning Biao tilted his head and stared at the blind man.

"Stealing." The blind man does not lift his eyes when he speaks.

"it." This time it was Ma Ziming who asked.

"MCC District." The blind man scanned every corner of the room, as if looking for something.

After a brief inquiry, the blind man was assigned to a bed next to the toilet and was responsible for cleaning the toilet every day.

The arrival of the blind man did not attract much attention, he was just a thief.

But Ma Ziming always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it.

This night was very quiet Ma Ziming slept down, except for the snoring sound in the sky, everything else was normal, he slept in the best bed in the entire cell, next to Fu Biao, next to Fu Biao was a mouse, followed by Li Yuanjia, don't look at a few people next to each other, but to make one thing clear, the location of the bed shows the status of this person in prison.

The morning sun rose again, Ma Ziming stretched his waist and slowly got up.

This group of younger brothers is very sensible, and the toiletries are quickly ready, and it is estimated that only Ma Ziming and Sang Biao can wash in this cell.

When they had breakfast, everyone had to wait until Ma Ziming and Wu Biao finished eating, and sometimes there was only soup left, and sometimes there was no soup left.

And the blind man, who came here for two days, only ate one meal, and on the third day, Ma Ziming gave him half of his dinner, and the blind man raised his head and glanced at Ma Ziming, took the rice bowl and devoured it.

"Don't worry about this kind of person, there are rules in prison." After eating, Fu Biao put down his rice bowl.

"I just think he's pitiful." Ma Ziming smiled, and Fu Biao didn't say anything.

"Listen, tomorrow the city leaders will come to check, and then be honest." Prison guards banged on the cell door to warn everyone.

"Got it." Fu Biao walked over and leaned into the ear of the prison guard: "Is there any smoke?" ”

The prison guard swept around, "Here!" ”

Fu Biao took the cigarette and quickly kicked it in his arms.

"Thank you." Fu Biao immediately went to prison.

The prison guards continued to patrol as if nothing had happened.

On the bed, the mouse was pinching Ma Ziming's shoulder, "Oh! Comfortable! Ma Ziming turned over, "Brother Biao, I haven't heard you say yet, how did you get in." ”

"Me!" Thinking of his past, he lowered his head heavily, "Alas! I've been here for half a year."

"Something has been done." Ma Ziming leaned against the wall.

"Fights and brawls." The rat interjected.

Half a year ago, Ma Ziming was still in the army and had not yet retired, and Fu Biao was already a mixed wind and water in the ancient city, and he was as outstanding as Luo Lao, Luo Lao was barely mixed up in his 30s, but Maitreya Buddha has always had the final say in this small place in the ancient city, and the two people were still pressed under the feet of Maitreya Buddha in how to mix, and the two young people who had never known each other met in this way.