There was silence in the cell, An Guijia had been with Andy, Gu Qi, Anwei and Hu Yu for almost half a month, the weeds on the prison floor were filled with a smell of urine, and only a small window let in a glimmer of light. It was dark inside, the mud on the walls was so wet with alkali that it was about to fall, and only a gentle old man could briefly see everything in the prison when he was pushed in to deliver food. The old man's beard was very long, as gray as his hair, and sometimes he had a small steamed bun in his pocket, which would be secretly stuffed into Andy's hand, "I can only steal one, and if there are more, someone will find out." After saying that, he carried the basket for delivery, bent over, and staggered away, and when the door "clanged" shut, nothing could be seen clearly in the cell, and he hummed a little song as he walked until the sound disappeared when he walked away.

There were three bowls on the table, only porridge in the bowls, and only three pitifully small steamed buns on the plates. "Not even a pickle or an egg. Anvil complained, "I've been eating porridge and steamed buns for more than half a month, this old thing is going to starve us to death, and Andy and I are growing up!"

Andy picked up the steamed buns on the plate, one to Anville, and the other to Anguijia, who pushed back the steamed buns in Andy's hand with his hand, "You eat more." ”

"You also need physical strength to support your father. Andy looked at An Guijia with pity.

"I'm fine. Anguiga said, picking up the bowl on the table, and the servant finished the porridge in the bowl.

There was a sound of the door being unlocked, the door "clanged" open, the light shone in, An Guijia struggled to get up, and two jailers came in, sweeping all the porridge on the table to the ground, and the sound of breaking was very harsh. They pulled up Andy and Anville, a jailer skinny as a scarecrow, with a rat face and a haggio cut beard. He wore an armor coat and a half-leather cloak. He pushed An Guijia to the door, "There is something good waiting for you, please." ”

An Guijia glanced at the jailer uneasily and asked, "What's the good thing?"

"Don't ask. The jailer didn't have a good tone, "You'll know when you arrive." ”

An Guijia followed out of the cell, Andy, Anwei, Gu Qi, and Hu Yu were all pushed out by them, and along the way, there were very few prisoners in the prison, all of them were so thin that they couldn't bear to look at them directly. There was only porridge in their bowls, no steamed buns, some of them seemed to be terminally ill, their lips were chapped, and some of their leg wounds were bleeding, but no one bandaged them, and the faint cry of pain made his heart tighten.

When he walked out of the prison gate, the heavy wooden door creaked open, and the sudden light stung An Guijia's eyes. There was a thick layer of snow on the ground, and the snowflakes were falling one after another, and the snow shone so hard that he felt dizzy, and Venus rose in front of his eyes. He touched his cheek and found that he was thinner than before. His hair was disheveled, dirty and oily. He hadn't bathed for more than half a month, and all he wanted was a hot bath, a hare or mutton, and a glass of hot mare's milk.