The years went by, and the peaceful days passed for more than a month.

In the blink of an eye, I won my first New Year in the detention center.

I remember the last time we celebrated the New Year, several of us brothers did not go home, and after eating Chinese New Year's Eve dinner together, we drank five things and three ways, and went to the blues to set off fireworks.

I once remembered that Brother Hei was still there at that time, as long as the gangsters in our city mentioned the name of Xiao Hei, no one would give a thumbs up and say in admiration, "Xiao Hei is indeed a cow b"

In just one year, just a fucking year, Brother Hei left, Lei Lei ran away, Lei Zike died, Dakang had twenty-seven more wounds on his body, and Mu Mu and I also fucking went to the detention center.

Xiao Hei's house, this building, as if in an instant, collapsed with a bang, leaving only a pile of tiles and dust

The quieter the environment, the more I think, and I keep asking myself, what position will I be in when I go out??

Upper??

Money??

Mix and wait to die??

Luxury and dissipation??

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It shouldn't be, for more than a year, the people around me have stopped and stopped, and a series of events, the biggest feeling for me is that I want to live in this bloody river and lake, and it is very simple to live

Only by surviving can you get on top!! In order to hold money!! to be qualified to be drunk and golden!!

Before I finish the chapter "The Tiger Lies on the Deserted Hill", I still have to write about a person whose name I still don't know the name of, and I have talked to him very little in the detention center, only a few sentences.

The day I really talked to him was on the day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and at that time, he was five days away from the end of his life, and he was the twenty-ninth day of the first month, and he received the final judgment of the law, which was executed on the fifth day of the first month.

Since I was very bored when I was in the detention center, I basically had nothing to do except read books, so I liked to observe some prisoners.

It just so happened that he was one of the few people I had nothing to observe, and I was interested in him, mainly because this person was very special, and everyone else had the opportunity to speak, and I couldn't wait to finish everything in this life.

But he has been very quiet, as if it is difficult to get him interested in anything, and this person does not seem to like to be favored, because in the detention center, usually 2-3 days, the shift will give other prisoners, a cigarette, and some leftovers, but he never eats, but seems to enjoy it very much, gnawing on the "bricks", Zizi drinks "boiled water kimchi leaves!" ”

And such a person, after eating the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner on the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and when the other prisoners were watching the Central Station Gala, came to me and asked me to drink liquor.

To tell the truth, my teapot of liquor, outside, can buy ten bottles of royal salute, plus two large fruit plates, and others will not give him a drink at all, because in the detention center, it is too difficult to get drunk once

But I remembered, when I first came in, I stayed in the dead man's pit for a night, how to say that I had a fate with him, "sharing the same bed", so I gave him a drink, and when he drank, I noticed that his hands were trembling, and there was obvious redness in his calm eyes.

That's how we met, and in the next five days, we had many conversations, and every word of his was worth savoring, every sentence was the essence of compression, and the truth he had precipitated over many years of life was not necessarily right, and even a little extreme, but this kind of extremism was exactly what I lacked.

In order not to speak at length, in order not to arouse public outrage, I only intercepted, two quite classic dialogues, those that can be understood will not feel boring and incomprehensible, you can skip over.

The first paragraph is about the discussion of "fighting ruthlessly".

"Xiaofei, why did you come in?" The middle-aged man, eating gummies and drinking Jinliufu liquor, squinted his eyes, looked at me and asked.

"I'm telling you ang!! This battle is my most glorious record at the time of the hotel, Hulala rushed into more than 10 numbers, the man with a machete in his hand, said that it was too late and that was fast, I took out a tiger leap and took out a military thorn! "I added a lot of water and spittle, describing the fierce battle at the inn at that time.

After finishing speaking, I still looked at the middle-aged man proudly, waiting for him to praise me.

"Husband War!! Courage too! ”

But fuck, I never expected it, he looked at me quite silently, and then said with a hint of disdain in his tone: "Hehe, no wonder you will come in, this is the case, if you don't come in, you will definitely come in next time!" Fortunately, you didn't do much this time, and there is still room for growth!"

"!! Why? "I'm not happy with JB.

"Xiaofei, let me ask you, since you came in, so far, have you seen this newcomer on duty and beating people??" The middle-aged man didn't answer me, but asked me a question.

I was stunned for a moment, then thought about it, and found that we, the newcomers, had indeed never been beaten once, and we hadn't even been angry, so I shook my head.

"You say, he hasn't beaten anyone once, why are the more than 30 prisoners in 307 Prison afraid of him??" The middle-aged man's eyes were like torches, and he asked again.

I didn't speak, but pondered.

"Xiao Fei, the body is skinny, the parents who are subjected, use the body to fight fiercely, after all, they can be inferior, the kind of ruthlessness in the bones, the kind of coldness in the psychology is what you lack, I have always heard you talk about it, the person named Xiao Hei, let me ask you, if he was in the hotel that day, who would dare to do it in those gangsters??"

"I was silent again, and my mind already had an answer.

The second conversation was about "brotherhood."

"Big brother, you have been in for so long, why haven't you seen your friends, saved money for you with your brother, and haven't seen them come to see you?" I'm curious, because although I don't know what this middle-aged man is doing outside because of Weishenme's access, but from his speech and demeanor, it is not difficult to find that this should be a very energetic person.

"Hehe, brother, I haven't been in touch for years!" The middle-aged man snatched my book directly and read it with relish.

", I haven't been in touch for many years, and you're still called a brother??" I asked resentfully.

"Then I ask you, what do you call a brother??" The middle-aged man didn't raise his head, looked at the book, and continued to ask.

After I listened, the figures of Mu Mu, Lei Lei, Dakang and others flashed in my mind, so I replied without thinking: "Life and death are shared, there are difficulties together, and there is a feeling that the gun cannot be penetrated and the knife cannot be pierced!! ”