Desperate

Zhou Pu was taken aback for a moment, and was about to withdraw his hand in a panic, but he didn't dare to use too much force when he was struggling left and right, for fear that he would accidentally break the opponent's slender wrist.

Cen Lu didn't force him too much, and let go of his forearm graciously.He saw the boy trying to escape in a panic, so he shook his chopsticks lightly: "Hey, I haven't finished my meal yet, don't you have to watch me?"

The boy froze for a moment, and stopped his hurried steps. According to the regulations, he had to watch the old man finish his meal before he could go out.No matter what, he couldn't figure out why this guy who seemed gentle and had no combat effectiveness was rated as the "highest" guard.

Logically speaking, in various military prisons, only front-line soldiers who commit crimes or prisoners with a high tendency to escape will be subject to 24-hour uninterrupted surveillance.

Cen Lu started to eat at the table by himself. He ate very elegantly. First, he spread the inferior toilet paper on the table as a napkin. His slender fingers picked up a small piece of fried shredded wild rice stem with chopsticks and put it into his mouth little by little. Zhou Pu looked deeply at his tender red lips as he gently rolled the food in, eating without making a sound.

It wasn't until he swallowed the contents of his mouth completely that he looked up at Zhou Pushen who was standing stupidly, and spoke to him again: "What are you doing standing up, sit down and chat."

That tone was like inviting someone to dinner at home.

Zhou Pu looked deeply at this ignorant guy, feeling both angry and pity in his heart. He felt as if he was confused by those fox-like eyes, so he didn't say much, and sat down cross-legged facing him.

Cen Lu didn't seem to expect that he would really stay, he was a little speechless for a while, and quickly stuffed another chopstick into his mouth.

For some reason, he felt that this kid was different from those prison guards before, probably not so easy to deceive.

He puffed up his cheeks and chewed what was in his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach. His slender eyes stared at every change in his expression. After thinking for a while, Cen Lu decided to be persuasive: "If you don't want to tell me who bullied you, then Just tell me your name, please."

"Zhou Pushen." This time the boy answered very quickly, his voice was low, although he still had the childishness of a young man, but he could already see the clues of his mellow voice in the future.

The king asks the poor, and the fisherman enters Pushen.

This is the first time Cen Lu heard his name, and he just sighed in his heart. It seems that the parents of this boy are quite educated people. You must know that most of the soldiers in the empire were born of poor commoners, and they don’t know that the two parents What kind of muscle did the mother make wrong to send the child to serve as a soldier.

Cen Lu couldn't help but look at him again, he was still so young.

He didn't know at that time that this name, the three words he didn't care about at first, would become the deepest trace in his heart in the future.

When Zhou Pushen brought out the lunch box, he accidentally opened the lid and took a look, only to realize that the guy who looks good may not be so obedient.

He picked all the wild rice stems, and piled up the shredded pork.

Zhou Pu was taken aback for a moment, and then there was a smile in his eyes that he didn't realize.

The next week flies by quickly.

Every day when Zhou Pushen came to deliver meals to Cen Lu, he had different injuries. Sometimes it was a swollen cheekbone, sometimes his elbow was hanging, and sometimes he was limping and had to lean on the wall to get it. go steady.

Cen Luquan no longer questioned him when he first met him, but chatted with him without saying a word during the meal: for example, were you doing capture training before you came to my place? How many people are there in the dormitory? How old is it, and so on.

Zhou Pushen answered them one by one, or he felt that he had no way to refuse Cen Lu's questions. Whenever he felt resistance in his heart, or found it difficult to speak out, Cen Lu would always easily bring another question. A topic, and then slowly set out his words.

Zhou Pu felt depressed, but there was nothing he could do.

The people locked up in the prison are like cunning foxes with big tails. If you take one step forward, he will take a step back. If you take a step back, he will make an inch of it.

Today is Zhou Pu's turn to watch the night.

The young man couldn't tell what kind of mentality he was in. He went to the ration office to grab a meal as soon as the evening arrived, and hid in a corner where no one was around to help Cen Lu throw away all the sliced ​​meat in the mushroom fried pork slices.

Zhou Pu took a deep look at his masterpiece, not even a shred of meat could be seen in the greasy mushroom.He nodded to himself, thinking that the man would probably eat a little more today.

He was so thin that even a gust of wind could blow him away.

To be able to stay by his side all night today, thinking of this, the boy couldn't help but tighten the plastic lid of the poor quality lunch box, his heart beating loudly.

But when he throbbed for a long time and touched the outside of the prison, he heard voices inside.He glanced at the skinny man who was negligently wearing earphones, and silently put his eyes on the cat's eyes.

In the corridor inside, Brother Li was standing there, not at all as he said he was not afraid of power, but nodded and bowed and said something to the people inside, his words and demeanor revealed a kind of flattery, just like the people inside Not a prisoner, but someone higher than himself.

Zhou Pu was taken aback for a moment, and then he felt a wave of heat coming out of his heart, and then spreading to his internal organs and brain, as if it was about to burn him.

He sneered, the paper lunch box in his hand was pinched with a hole by his thumb, and the boy's eyes became as black as night again. With a cold face, he laughed at his innocence from the bottom of his heart.

Sure enough, the people of the empire are all the same.

I really don't know what I was rippling about before.

He kicked the door open, and Brother Li was chatting happily inside. He couldn't help being startled by the loud noise, and when he saw who was coming, he wanted to yell:

"You fucking..."

"He's my prison guard." A cold voice came from behind him, stopping Brother Li from swearing, "Are you here?" The latter sentence was addressed to Zhou Pushen.

Zhou Pushen didn't want to talk to him, so he just threw the lunch box to him in silence, and sat down cross-legged by himself.

Brother Li looked at Zhou Pushen who was sitting there motionless like a stinky rock, and wanted to kick him.Over the past few days, he has encouraged the entire class of prison guards to mock and ridicule him, taking up training time to pretend to be him, forcing the children to go out to wash the clothes of the whole class at night, and they will throw his clothes before they come back. The mattress was thrown downstairs.

But that's the case, this half-child just kept silent, except for finding excuses to bully himself, he didn't even have any mood swings.

Why did I just speak a few words to this man today, and his face stinks like an unwashed chamber pot.

"You can go." Cen Lu took a cold look at Brother Li's foot that was about to kick Zhou Pushen's back, his face was very cold.

Brother Li had no choice but to take back that foot in embarrassment, greeted the old man in a good voice, and then closed the door behind him.

As soon as Cen Lu and the others left, Zhou Pushen's complexion softened a lot. He opened the lunch box, looked at the bare mushrooms inside, and immediately bent his eyes: "Did you do it?"

Cen Lu couldn't tell what he felt, but he felt that someone cared about him for a long time, and he couldn't help being flattered.

Zhou Pushen didn't answer, just looked at him indifferently with his arms folded, not like a 16-year-old young man at all.

Cen Lu didn't care, picked up his chopsticks and ate two mouthfuls, and then said as if he didn't care: "The person who bullied you is the one just now. I called someone and asked him to transfer to the barracks tomorrow. You don't have to worry about it in the future."

Zhou Pushen didn't ask him how he knew, nor did he ask how a prisoner could have such great abilities.He just raised the corner of his mouth and showed a mocking smile: "Aren't you trying to stand up for me? Why don't you just kill him?"

Cen Lu's chopsticks stopped in mid-air.

He looked at the undisguised cruelty in the young man's eyes, and for a moment didn't know how to answer him.

It is true that he did all this for this boy he had never met before.The last prison guard was instigated by him for a long time, and finally betrayed him and confessed his intention to escape from prison. Seeing that an honest man came this time, Cen Lu originally wanted to develop him into another informant.

No, Cen Lu looked at his frozen expression, this guy didn't seem as easy to deceive as he appeared on the surface.

"I'm a prisoner, and I don't even have personal freedom," Cen Lu avoided his sharp edge, "How could I kill the prison guards who come and go freely?"

"Really?" Zhou Pu looked at him with deep dark eyes, his expression was calm but his words were sarcasm: "Do you think being like us is called freedom?"

"Otherwise," Cen Lurao wanted to please him, but was a little annoyed by his attitude at this time: "It's much more free than being trapped in a square inch like me, isn't it?!" The more he The more angry he said, he couldn't help but grabbed the railing in front of him and shook it desperately, "I didn't do it to keep you from dying all day long!"

Zhou Pushen was already mad with anger, but he didn't want the imperial man to see it, and he didn't want him to see that he had cared a little bit about him.The boy stood up, trying hard to control his expression, trying to make himself look indifferent: "Who do you think you are, the savior?"

Cen Lu was stunned, then he also stood up, closed the lunch box, and threw the soup and water out through the gap in the railing.The lid was thrown off in mid-air, and Zhou Pushen's pants were poured with vegetable soup and rice precisely.

"Let me tell you." Cen Lu looked down at the people outside, "I am not the savior, but I am much nobler than you."

Zhou Pushen just wanted to retort, you imperial people are of course noble, so noble that you are climbing up on the blood and flesh of others, and then you heard him say:

"At least, I have something I want to do. And I won't," Cen Lu looked at the distraught young man contemptuously, "In order to live one more day, just like you, just dawdling around all day long."

Zhou Pu was deeply pissed off by him, his words went in and out of his heart like sharp daggers, but he couldn't utter a word to refute him.Even so, Zhou Pu squatted down, angrily cleaning up the mess on the ground while glaring at Cen Lu viciously.

"What are you looking at?" Cen Lu was also very angry, he simply climbed onto the bed in front of Zhou Pushen, the wire bed was knocked loudly by his angry movements, Cen Lu covered his head with his back facing him panting Covered with a quilt.

Zhou Pushen packed up the food on the ground and walked towards the door in silence.The young man was almost furious, with short stubble-like bristles standing on the top of his head. He was not only angry with Cen Lu, but also angry with himself, because he found that he regretted it when Cen Lu threw the food out. , Even after thinking about whether I can reconcile with him.

Even now his mind is full of thoughts about whether the dirty soup in the prison will make him feel bad, whether he will be hungry if he skips lunch today.

Zhou Pushen was furious, but he couldn't help thinking about it.The boy didn't understand what kind of ability the person inside had, allowing him to fill his thoughts 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

What a natural bitch, after he closed the door, he slapped himself on the left cheek without hesitation.

The author says:

When I wrote this chapter, my mind was full of xxj quarreling hahahaha