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The years went by, and the peaceful days passed for more than a month. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

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 one year, Brother Hei is gone... Lei Lei ran away... Lei Zike died in a foreign land... Dakang had twenty-seven more wounds on his body...... And Mu Mu and I... Also in the detention center.

Xiao Hei's house, this building, as if in an instant, collapsed with a bang... All that's left is 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??

“......”

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... It's easy to live......

Only by surviving can you get on the throne!!Only by holding money!!can you be qualified to be drunk with money!!

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 I Chinese New Year's Eve, and at that time, he was five days away from the end of his life...... He was on the twenty-ninth day of the first month, and 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 always been very quiet, as if it is difficult for him to be 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 in the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and when the other prisoners were watching the Yangtai party, came to me and asked me to drink liquor.

To tell the truth, I can buy ten bottles of royal salute and two large fruit bowls outside, and no one else will give him a drink...... Because in the detention center,

It's so hard to get drunk......

But I remembered that when I first came in, I stayed in the dead man's pit for a night, and I had a fate with him, "sharing a bed", so I gave him a sip, and when he drank, I noticed that his hands were trembling, and his eyes were calm and bloodshot.

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

In order not to speak at length, in order not to arouse public outrage, I only intercepted two quite classic dialogues, which can be understood without being boring... If you don't understand it, you can jump over it.

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

"Xiaofei, why did you come in?" asked the young man, eating gummies and drinking Jinliufu liquor, squinting at me.

"I'm telling you ang!!! It's my greatest achievement... At that time, the man with a machete rushed into the hotel, Hulala, and said that it was too late and that it was fast, and I took out the military stab ......!"

After saying that, I still looked at Nian proudly, waiting for him to praise me.

"Husband fight!!Courage also...!"

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

"!!!Why?" I don't like it.

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

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 young 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, why haven't you seen your friends, saved money for you with your brother, and haven't seen them come to see you?"

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

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

"Then let me ask you, what do you mean by brother??" The young man didn't raise his head, looked at the book, and continued to ask.

After I listened, my mind flashed instantly, the figures of Mu Mu, Lei Lei, Dakang and others, so I replied without thinking: "Life and death are shared, there are difficulties together, and there is a feeling that the gun can't penetrate and the knife can't penetrate!!"