No.355 Yes, standing. Wrong, fall.

There is no concept of time in prison, the sun rises and the sun sets. Many people have been like this for decades, except that they can broadcast different things every day on the news network, and eat dumplings during the New Year. All that remains is the stiffening beard on the chin and the growing wrinkles on the face proving that time has passed.

In this kind of prison for serious offenders, the vast majority of people will not be visited, saying that they are extremely vicious, but in fact they are not pitiful. However, the old saying "poor people have something to hate" is particularly clear here.

There are no good people in prison, at least not in the strict sense of the word. Because even good people, after coming, will be assimilated into a mess because of the surrounding environment, inside and outside is not much different, class, oppression and insult, almost all the time.

But it is not for nothing that Wang Jian is a little surprised, that is, in this No. 4 prison full of murderers, bullies and underworlds, there is actually a lively kitten, with white hair all over his body, four paws black, one eye is faint blue and the other eye is light green, which looks very beautiful.

The prison was almost inhabited, if not confined, with dozens of people sleeping in a cage full of double beds, and the cat was playing freely on the heads of every fierce prisoner resting on the bed, but none of them drove it away. From time to time, they will be rewarded with luxury items such as beef jerky or ham sausages that they saved for their birthdays.

"Probably this guy is the only place where these people can show their humanity," Wang Jian leaned against the head of the bed, smiling, and sketched the cat in motion with a prison-issued hardcover notebook and a pen from Warden Hu.

Prisons are places like that. Maybe it is a place where sewage flows in others, but for Wang Jian, he always remembers the old carpenter's teaching to him back then, the old carpenter said: people live a lifetime, they must see themselves clearly, and then their hearts are wide and the world is wide, which all living beings mean. The reason why martial arts are arts. It is more important to cultivate the mind than the body, the body is just a container, and only the mind can reach the world.

"Boy. Not bad. How about drawing for my baby? ā€

Er Biaozi took the book from Wang Jian's hand, and originally wanted to tear it off, but Wang Jian drew it really well. He was quite reluctant, so he quietly kicked into his pocket and looked at Wang Jian with a playful face.

"I've got you." Wang Jian slowly covered the pen: "Be a greeting gift." ā€

"It's kind of coming."

Er Biaozi snorted coldly and whistled, and then a boy with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks swished over, looked at Wang Jian with a weird smile, and said to Er Biaozi: "The strips have been withdrawn, okay." ā€

"Good at it, the good show of the night begins." Er Biaozi stretched out his hand and made a gesture to pull Wang Jian's neckline: "Give Lao Tzu down!" ā€

Wang Jian slept on the top bunk, and his lower bunk was the little brother mule who was full of red. The mule saw that Erbiaozi was going to embarrass Wang Jian. immediately rolled off the bed and took out a pack of cigarettes from the crack: "Master Biao, this newcomer, I don't know the rules, you let me come...... Let me ......."

"Fuck you." The second biaozi slapped the mule and fell on the bed. and made up for it: "Don't fuck be a good person for Lao Tzu, fuck off your eggs!" ā€

And Wang Jian sat up from the bed at this time, stretched out his leg to block the leg that Er Biaozi continued to kick the mule, and jumped off the bed, and said with a smile on his face: "What do you want?" ā€

"How? I didn't think about anything, I just taught you some rules. ā€

said. Er Biaozi snorted coldly, beckoned to the back, and more than a dozen or twenty people surrounded him at once, and surrounded Wang Jian, most of whom Wang Jian didn't know, and there were also those boys who had been taught in the cafeteria in the morning.

"Brother Biaozi, this kid seems to know a little bit of kung fu." One of the boys who had been taught by Wang Jian leaned in front of Er Biaozi and muttered, "Brother, you have to be careful." ā€

"Fuck it, whoever can come here, who isn't in debt, will do a little effort." Er Biaozi smiled rampantly: "Brothers, pull this kid to the toilet, let's let him eat something good at night!" ā€

As he spoke, the people around him burst into laughter. And Wang Jian didn't wait for those people to get started, but he had already put on his slippers, pushed everyone away and walked towards eating.

"Yo, Brother Biao, look, this guy can't wait to add food!"

Er Biaozi laughed, clapped his hands and followed Wang Jian: "Wait for your kid to eat less." ā€

After a few people arrived at the bathroom, they saw Wang Jian leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette and saying lightly: "Nietzsche thinks that slave morality is self-denial, resentment and counterattack." The darkness of human nature is not how greedy or selfish he is, but how eager he will pass on the pain he has endured to others, and make him take pleasure in distorting the humanity of others. To put it bluntly, it was the peasants who turned over and were more ruthless than the landlords. ā€

After speaking, Wang Jian flicked the cigarette ash: "You have all been bullied." ā€

Of course, no one answered Wang Jian, they looked at each other. And Wang Jian was also quite embarrassed, he suddenly said something incomprehensible to himself, and felt particularly ashamed of his pretense......

", beat him!"

Er Biaozi was completely angered by Wang Jian's unsalty attitude, not to mention anything else, although he didn't quite understand the meaning of Wang Jian's previous words, but his sentence "You have all been bullied" directly reminded him of his long-sealed gray memory, when he first entered this prison, he was only twenty years old, and now he thinks about it, and his life at that time is simply inhuman, and it can be said that he has suffered the humiliation of time.

Excrement? Basically, it can be described as commonplace, but because he was young and clear-eyed, he was regarded as the object of venting in the prison at that time, and the mental humiliation and ** pain made him unbearable to look back on the past.

And now, Wang Jian, the little thing who just came in, actually dared to bring up this stubble again, if Wang Jian was not allowed to eat well today, he would be sorry for the toilet pool that they cleaned every day.

With his order, the group of fierce men in the small bathroom rushed towards Wang Jian with evil faces. One by one, with a cannibalistic expression, terrifying and hideous.

But Wang Jian just put the cigarette in his mouth in his mouth, and then pushed his palms with both hands, and it was not difficult for him to defeat the enemy with one move. The lower abdomen, chest, cheeks, shoulders, waist and eyes have all become Wang Jian's targets, half-step collapse fists, horizontal hands and heavy artillery, inch push palms, every move will make a person fly backwards.

Within a few moments, the dozen or so people were beaten to pieces, and the floor of the small bathroom was full of people. And the rest of them still dare to step forward, and they don't even have the courage to sneak attack. However, Wang Jian was not ready to let them go, and praised the door in three or two steps. As soon as his foot hooked, he closed the door.

Then the prisoners outside heard the screams and begging voices in the bathroom. It wasn't until Wang Jian opened the door and walked out that he put out the cigarette butt on the ground and threw it into the trash.

After he lay back on the hard bed, the mule on the lower bunk came up: "Uncle Wang...... You packed them all up all by yourself? ā€

Wang Jian looked around at the group of prisoners who were staring at him with surprised eyes, and just turned around with a hum, ready to sleep.

But just as he was about to start sleeping, the prison guards came to check, and it was Jiang Caidie who led the team. And looking at the smugness on her face, Wang Jian didn't have to think about it to know that this guy must know what happened just now. She is here now purely to find fault......

"Wang Jian. Come out! ā€

Jiang Caidie took the baton and knocked the iron railing, and hooked her finger at Wang Jian: "Come out!" ā€

Wang Jian didn't even raise his head, so he didn't want to deal with her at all, but this guy belonged to the kind of female scoundrel who rushed up when he had the opportunity, after seeing Wang Jian's virtue. She asked someone to open the cell door, and then asked a few prison guards to "invite" Wang Jian to come out.

In fact, Wang Jian is lazy to find trouble, after all, he is avoiding the limelight here, and if he provokes some moths, it is not a good thing......

But this Jiang Caidie is purely a troublemaker, if she can avoid causing trouble to others one day. Wang Jian definitely offered three sticks of incense every morning and evening to this aunt and grandmother.

But this kind of thing can only be a luxury, Wang Jian had no choice but to follow the prison guard to Jiang Caidie, and looked down at this tricky and unreasonable girl: "What do you want?" ā€

"Oh...... Jiang Caidie said in an exaggerated tone: "Uncle Wang asked me what I wanted, listening to your tone, you want to beat me, come." ā€

Wang Jian sighed, he really didn't want to communicate with the girls. In his heart, he scolded Jiang Zhiyuan from beginning to end, what was sent to take care of Wang Jian, this is clearly to send this girl over to let Wang Jian taste the flavors of the world. And if Wang Jian guessed correctly, this mention was 100% proposed by Jiang Caidie himself, and Jiang Zhiyuan was so bad that he nodded in agreement. Even Lao Wang Ke knows Jiang Zhiyuan's grandson, but he treats this weird sister as if he is a treasure.

"Follow me to the office!"

Jiang Caidie flicked her ponytail and turned away with a playful smile, while several prison guards behind Wang Jian also pushed Wang Jian, signaling him to follow quickly.

Wang Jian doesn't care, just go, anyway, Jiang Caidie can't eat herself. And this matter is so big that Jiang Zhiyuan can't hold it, there is something to fear, who can be afraid of whom.

Wang Jian entered the office, Jiang Caidie closed the door with her hand, and then sat down at her desk, took off her shoes on both feet, and looked at Wang Jian, who was standing there and didn't know what to do.

"I'm afraid you're not sick." Wang Jian sat down on a chair next to him and crossed Erlang's legs: "If you are sick, you will be treated." ā€

"No, no, no, I'm just happy." Jiang Caidie vigorously pinched the bag of potato chips in her hand that had eaten a few pieces into scum: "You finally fell into my hands, you deserve it!" ā€

Wang Jian was really startled when he saw her state, and said in his heart; This isn't going to eat me......

"And what do you want to do with me?" Wang Jian is a strong person when he encounters a strong person, if he encounters a coquettish person, he will have no tricks if he can't keep it, but when he encounters this kind of nervous and bullying people, he has a lot of tricks: "Do you want me to be a ** real yĆ n?" ā€

"I don't have that ability." Jiang Caidie spun around in the chair, looking like a female monkey: "Have you thought about being more comfortable?" ā€

"You want to swap with me? I live in your dormitory, and you live in Prison No. 4? Wang Jian patted his stomach: "Then wait a few months, you have to find out who is your child's father." ā€

"Why are you so dirty?" Jiang Caidie's brows furrowed: "Disgusting." ā€

"And how do you want to make me comfortable?" Wang Jian laughed angrily: "As long as you don't dangle in front of me if you have nothing to do, I will be comfortable." ā€

Jiang Caidie didn't care about Wang Jian's words, she just bit her pen and looked at Wang Jian: "You teach me kung fu, I guarantee that you will live comfortably." ā€

Wang Jian was stunned for a moment, and looked her up and down: "Are you sick?" Will your brother be weaker than me? ā€

"My family has a male line, not a woman." Jiang Caidie sighed: "I'll order a three-legged cat." ā€

"Don't teach." Wang Jian clasped his arms in his hands and ignored him: "Whoever you like to find is to go." ā€

"Do you know how things are going? You are now a prisoner, and I am your warden! How dare you disobey me? Jiang Caidie narrowed her eyes: "Believe it or not, I'll lock you up." ā€

"Then believe it or not, I release snakes into your house every day after I go out." Wang Jian was not polite to her: "Cockroaches, snakes, rats and centipedes." One per day, closed on Saturdays and Sundays. ā€

"You...... You're actually a pervert! Jiang Caidie gritted her teeth and asked, "Do you teach or not!" ā€

Wang Jian looked her up and down with a smile, and suddenly smiled: "It's okay to teach, but I have the conditions." ā€

Jiang Caidie's eyes suddenly widened: "Say!" As long as you don't violate the bottom line, you can't insult your personality! ā€

"If you want to learn art from me, you are an apprentice, since you are an apprentice, then do you abide by the rules of my discipline?"

"Gotta get it!" Jiang Caidie nodded heavily: "But don't expect the unspoken rules to me." ā€

"How old are you? My unspoken rules for you? ā€

"You!"

Jiang Caidie just wanted to answer, but turned to a memory...... What kind of people are the girls around this guy, even worry-free are her junior sisters! Senior brothers and sisters, this has been a good story since ancient times, not to mention the goddess Su Nan and the beautiful Wang Ruolin with white skin and chestnut-colored hair. He said this, but he was not wrong at all, so ...... How old is this? Jiang Caidie herself is pondering.

"To enter my door, character is the most important." Wang Jian stood up, propped his hands on the desk, looked down at Jiang Caidie and said word by word: "Stand if you're right, lie down if you're wrong." Tell right and wrong, I'll slap your mouth. Do villain behavior, I'll slap you in the face. I'm not a high threshold, but I'm not a bad person. ā€

Jiang Caidie still wanted to quibble, but when Wang Jian said this, the murderous aura on her body burst out from the inside out, making her feel cold in her heart, and she didn't dare to speak out for a while, and when she came back to her senses, Wang Jian had already pushed the door out.

Jiang Caidie was stunned for a moment, her tears made of water suddenly burst out, and she sobbed and called Jiang Zhiyuan: "Brother...... Elder brother...... He...... He bullied me. ā€

And Jiang Zhiyuan was silent for a long time, and only popped out two words: "You deserve it." ā€

There will be 79,000 words tomorrow ......)