my naughty female president

Knowing that the verdict was issued in the afternoon, the verdict and the prison certificate were placed in front of me at the same time, and my heart sank to the bottom of the sea when I returned from the court. The heart didn't even fluctuate.

I had expected this result a long time ago, and I even felt that this result was too light. How could it take seven years and six months for the theft of 2000 million yuan?Did the so-called plaintiff also feel bad conscience?Or do you think seven years is enough time for me to be a threat to them anymore?Even though this so-called threat came out because I fell in love with a woman they thought I couldn't fall in love with?
Ridiculous?this is the truth!
You don't have to accept it!

But you can't be unyielding...

The escort car from the prison came the next morning. Two hours later, I was taken to a strange place. In a valley surrounded by mountains, there were four square walls that stood up without a doubt. The height was unattainable and daunting , surrounded by a one-meter-high circular barbed wire fence, and a signboard with four eye-catching big characters of electric danger written in red pen!
My heart is sad, this is probably where I will stay for the next seven and a half years, what does the seven and a half years indicate!Who will remember me seven and a half years from now?Is this world still the same after seven and a half years?Seven and a half years, will I still be me...

I let the prison guards lead me blankly, registered, shaved my head, took a shower, and then changed into a sky blue prison uniform with 3068 printed on the left chest.

3068!This will be my name for seven and a half years!

3068!Hello!
The prison guards took me to a room and gave me a small book with the words Code of Conduct for Inmates written on the cover.

"Half a month, memorize this book by heart!" The prison guard only said this sentence, then turned and left after locking the door.

I sat on the stool in a daze, my eyes were dull and motionless, an hour passed, two hours passed, and I never moved like a wooden sculpture.

Until now, I still wonder if this is just a dream?Am I still in a dream and never woke up?Could it be that after waking up from the dream, I will find myself lying on the bed in Mu Xichun's villa?

I slowly reached out to pick up the book in front of me, and gently opened the title page. It felt real to the touch. The sound of the pages turning was crisp and clear, and the handwriting that came into view was clear. This was clearly not a dream. How could a dream be so clear and logical? ?This is obviously an ironclad fact!I have clearly been reduced to a prisoner, how can I still deceive myself into thinking that this is a dream?

Article [-] Uphold the Constitution and abide by laws, regulations and regulatory disciplines.

Article [-] Obey management, receive education, participate in labor, and confess and repent.

Article [-] Love the motherland, love the people, love the collective, love learning, and love labor.

Article [-]...

I stared blankly at these mechanical printed characters, and felt sad, Jiangui?recite?Now that you are here, how can you not know your identity?Who can do anything extraordinary within these four high walls?
I sat in this empty room all afternoon, no one guarded me, no one even came to see me...

The surrounding area was quiet, as if I was the only one in this huge place, except for the north wind blowing the larch trees on the surrounding mountains and whining, I couldn’t hear any sound anymore.

It’s just that I didn’t realize there was anything wrong with this at the time. In fact, my spirit almost never gathered on my senses for a moment. All I could feel was the bone-chilling coldness of my body and the oppressive desolation of my heart...

It wasn't until dusk that there was finally movement outside. The big iron gate clanged open, and several buses slowly drove into the courtyard, and then I saw people wearing the same clothes and hairstyle as me coming out of the bus. People get out of the car.

I silently stared at all this outside the window, seeing that they all drooped their heads listlessly, their faces were covered with dirt, and I couldn’t see their real expressions. In fact, I can probably guess their expressions from their expressions. expressionless!

After they got off the car, they all lined up to go back to their prison numbers, and after a while they lined up again and came out with their clothes. Under the command of the prison guards, a group of ten people entered the bathroom to take a bath in an orderly manner. When they came out, they were completely new. It's just that the expression is still the same, except for numbness and exhaustion, I can't find any other expressions!
Seeing all this, I can't help but feel hopeless!This is my life for the next seven and a half years!

I know that this is the so-called labor reform, using physical labor to transform the mind, but I don't know what the specific labor they are doing is yet!
But I soon knew, because half a month later I was one of them.

In the past two weeks, apart from memorizing prison regulations for two hours each morning and afternoon, I spent the rest of my time cleaning the entire prison, from the yard to the corridor, from the toilet to the kitchen.

In fact, to be honest, I have never seen any place cleaner than this place. The toilets are as clean as a five-star hotel, and the marble courtyard floor is almost invisible, let alone other places.

But even so, my daily task is still to rinse all the places with water once in the morning and afternoon, and then mop to drain the water.

On the night I came in, I was assigned to a prison number, and there were already four inmates in it. What made me feel at ease was that this place was not as dark and sinful as in prison movies. On the contrary, I am afraid that there is no place like this It's more harmonious.

That night when I was assigned to come in after dinner, several inmates had already fallen asleep, or even sound asleep. If the guard hadn't knocked on the iron door with a baton, these guys might not have woken up. .

The guard arranged for me to be arranged by a man named A Song inside, and asked him to arrange my accommodation, and then he left after explaining a few words.

Later I found out that the Northeast man named A Song is the security officer of our prison number. The so-called security officer is responsible for the safety of the few of us. And acts of self-harm!

A Song pointed to a bed to indicate to me that it was my place, and then said: "Since you come in alive, if it's not the death penalty, you can get out alive. It doesn't matter how long it takes. It won't kill people. Don't worry about it! Pack up and sleep." !"

After he finished speaking, he ignored me, pulled up the quilt and fell asleep again, and within 2 minutes there was a snoring sound.

I made my bed silently, and lay silently in the dark night. The repeated snoring in the room gave me the illusion that I had returned to the university dormitory, but the closed iron door and the high ventilation window were still there. Let me understand that there will be no more dreams, no hopes, no hopes for the future...

Half a month later, the guard told me that from now on I would go to work with everyone every day, and then I silently joined this even more silent team.

The bus took us to a factory with high iron furnaces and chimneys reaching into the sky. A Song and I were in a group. The task of our group was to use a wheelbarrow to transport the bundled scrap steel from the truck outside through the long and narrow passage to the melting point. by the stove.

The work is simple and monotonous, without any problems for you to worry about.

But after working for a day, I understood why they drooped their heads as if their bodies had been hollowed out when they went back every night.

Perhaps the motherland is developing too fast, and there are too many things that need to be discarded to create new ones. The waste steel is like the goods on the conveyor belt of the automatic assembly line. When the end is never seen, one car is unloaded and the next is immediately replaced. , and behind it is a fleet of trucks with no end in sight.This can't help but make me wonder if all the scrap steel from all of China has been shipped here!

I pushed in one cart after another. After a few trips, I felt a little powerless. Although the weather was extremely cold, my clothes were already soaked in sweat.

The discipline here is not very strict, just patrolling back and forth from a distance, I wanted to stop and take a rest, but seeing the other inmates around me were all busy, so I had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Later, Ah Song told me why everyone worked so hard, not because they were not tired, or because they were afraid that the discipline would make trouble, but in fact the discipline did not care about us at all.

The reason why we work so desperately is because we have the specified output every day, that is, we have to return all the steel shipped in the night before to be remade, because it takes a lot of time to turn on the furnace to raise the furnace to the right temperature. Therefore, once the furnace is turned on every day, all the steel shipped in that day must be smelted. No matter how late it is, the task must be completed.

So everyone has to work hard if they want to go back to rest early, which is why no one will be lazy even if no one is watching.

Needless to say during the period, after the first day of work, I was just like them. I only felt that the strength in my whole body was only able to control my legs and barely move.

I finally understood the meaning of the so-called reform through labor. The so-called reform of the mind through labor is pure nonsense. Labor will not have any impact on the mind. Come here again, so as to achieve the purpose of letting you change your mind and start a new life. Although there seems to be ambiguity in understanding, it is finally the same goal by different routes!
After two days, what made me feel the deepest was not the exhaustion after work. Although exhaustion was exhausting, it was finally the end of a day of hard work, and I was actually happy psychologically.The most difficult thing was the next morning. Due to the hard work of the previous day, the soreness of the muscles did not really stand out until the second day after a night's rest.

The moment when the wake-up call sounded the next day was definitely the most struggling moment for everyone. At least I had the idea that I would sleep a little longer even if I was punished with a stick.

However, ideas are ideas after all. When everyone is busy dressing and washing, you can't be a coward willing to be a burden at the end of the crane anyway.

Ah Sung encouraged me very understandingly, saying that the first few days were the hardest, and after those few days I would get used to it and I would feel much better.

I actually don't agree with what he said, because every day after work, like everyone else, he has the same bitter expression as an eggplant beaten by frost.

But I still have a lot of respect for A Song, because of his tall and burly physique, he has to do a lot more work than us every day, and often sees me when I can't do enough, and quietly tells me to let me empty the car Walk slowly, so that you can consume less energy.

It’s just that the task is right in front of us. If I skip two trips, it will inevitably make other people go twice more. It’s everyone who is dragging it down. Although I am grateful, I still try my best to maintain the same frequency as everyone.But A Song's care for me was the only warmth I felt after being imprisoned!