【Qiu Qian】Prisoner

13.

reform through labor.

It is said to be reform, but in fact it is to leave the dirty work to this group of coolies who don't need money.

Unfortunately, William was assigned to the brick yard today.

Red-brown bricks move from side to side.

It would be a lie to say that it's not tiring, but it's more of a boredom.

So much so that William coded them into different shapes with great interest, and he didn't honestly put them neatly until the prison guard said.

As an excellent athlete, William has been training hard.

But in this scorching summer, the sun was basking in the sun, and he was a little bit overwhelmed by bending over and carrying heavy loads for a whole morning.

I rubbed my arm, it was really sore.

William sighed, and rinsed his uncolored hands under the water.

There are small wounds on the fingertips, which are not serious, but the running water seeps in with sweat, and sharp pain can still be felt.

His clothes were also soaked in sweat, sticking to his body.William simply took it off and put it under the tap to rinse.The water that fell was gray. William rubbed it a few times and looked up at the sky.

The sun was very dazzling, he squinted his eyes, and sighed helplessly.

When will this day end?

14.

Afternoon is the time to let the wind go.

William's favorite, short free time.

The place where the wind is released is a concrete floor surrounded by barbed wire.The endless grass outside, and the blue sky.

The prison is far away from the busy city, in exchange for fresh air.

William enjoyed it very much, but the other prisoners have long been tired of watching it.

Finding a place to sit on a high place, William swung his legs and watched the crowd below in a daze.

They get together in twos and threes to talk nonsense, telling a story eight hundred times.Or do some so-called small business, exchanging odd cigarette butts for a few magazines to relieve boredom.

William was a little surprised when he was approached for the first time.

Because his roommates always have good resources and are never stingy with him, he doesn't know that those things that can be seen everywhere outside will be scarce resources here.

15.

Jack has a sugar jar, which is full of fruit candies wrapped in cellophane, and the colorful ones are pretty.

William took the candy he asked for from Jake in his mouth, and drove it from side to side with his tongue. He didn't know what his treasure was, but William only tasted sweetness.

A few strange men with fierce faces took the lead in approaching, and approached mysteriously.William stepped back subconsciously, arching his back vigilantly.

The man grinned, making the small eyes completely disappear. He rubbed his hands and glanced at William's bulging pockets.

"Hey brother, take out good things and share them together. I'm an honest person. We can discuss the price."

"what?"

Blinking twice, William didn't understand what he said.In the prison, food and shelter are in charge, but he has nothing else.The price? What can he do with the money? "What do you mean?"

Seeing him like this, the man thought he was unwilling, so he smiled and seemed a little unhappy.

"You still have a lot of candy. You can enjoy this rare thing by yourself."

"Ah, no..." William scratched his head, feeling a little puzzled. He always thought that only Jack would like this little girly thing.

Now it seems...their prison painting style is quite unified...

He imagined a group of tall and thick men eating sweets with happy faces. The scene was a bit shocking. William couldn't hold back and shuddered.

"Here, here you are, take it away." Stuffed the few candies left in the pocket into the man's hand, and was stuffed with half a pack of cigarettes by the man. The man seemed very happy, and wanted to reach out his hand to block William's neck, but he dodged sideways .

The man was not annoyed either, he wrapped a few candies in paper with a smile on his face, and left contentedly.

"..."

Kicking the stones at his feet flying far away, William felt that he would go crazy sooner or later if he stayed in this ghost place.

People who have a strange perception of their future will be a little unhappy for the next time.

In the evening, when Jack held his precious jar and counted the candies, he threw two to him as usual.

William didn't answer, and looked at the candy on the bed with a complicated face, and then at Jack.

"What are you thinking about, kid?" Juke was baffled by him, and his tone was fierce, "Don't think about such nonsense for me."

William shook his head and climbed onto the bed, and when he took off his pants, he found the half pack of crumpled cigarettes.He didn't have the habit of smoking, so he simply threw it to Jack.

"what?"

"Smoke, sugar in exchange."

"The candy I gave you, you just exchange it for the fucking thing?" Jook's tone was a little scary, and William leaned back, with his back against the wall. "Yes what's the matter?"

"..." Juke pursed his lips and did not speak, his hand holding the cigarette case trembled slightly. After a long time, he raised his hand and threw the cigarette case to Nabu. "Here it is for you, remember to exchange it with sugar, and take care of this prodigal bastard by the way, I want it if I'm so mad."

"Ah, oh." Nebu took out the cigarette case from the pile of quilts, obviously not paying attention to Jack, and jumped out of bed with bare feet to look through his cabinet.

"Why don't you wear shoes?" Jack opened the door and came in. He first saw Neb's bare legs, and then he put on big pants and no shoes.

"No." Neb closed the cabinet door with a "snap", leaned on it and looked at Jack expressionlessly.

"Hiding what?" Jack took two steps forward.

"No." Nabu didn't move.

"Hiding what?" Jack took two steps forward.

"Really not." Naibu still didn't move.

"Neb Sabeda." Jack walked in front of him, put his hand on the cabinet and trapped him in his arms.

"..."

Because of his height, Neb can only look up at him, Jack's expression doesn't seem to be very good.

"Just half a pack..."

"Very good." Jack brushed his hair up and kissed him on the forehead. "Who gave it?"

"Uh..." Nebu's eyes drifted upwards, looking at the person on the opposite bed through Jack.

Jake shook his green head desperately, mouthing over and over again, "Don't-say-yes-I-".

Yo roar.

William sat comfortably on his bed, peeled a yellow candy and put it in his mouth, looking at this and that, his face full of gloating.

Suddenly discovered by Qiao Ke, the two looked at each other for two seconds, the man hurriedly winked at Naibu, and pointed at him as if his hands were cramping. "Say-he-said-him."

"Have you negotiated?"

Jack drove the man to the bed, holding one of the half-pack of cigarettes under his nose and sniffing at the moment. Hugh's long fingers twirled it twice before stuffing it back into the box. "Bad quality."

"Oh..." Nabu looked at the cigarette case that was thrown into the trash can with pain, pulled up the quilt to wrap himself up, and ignored him.

"I might be able to get you something good." Jack reached for his quilt and let his head stick out. "Who gave it?"

"Cough..." Neb coughed dryly, struggled twice, pulled the quilt back, and consciously stuck it to the innermost place to leave a seat for Jack.With his back turned to him, he was unwilling to speak.

"I'll give it to you." Jack patted him with a chuckle, got up and changed into his pajamas, and glanced meaningfully at someone who was obviously pretending to be asleep.

"However, the candies will be reduced accordingly."

"Hold…"