we are bad boys

Time flies, and the peaceful days have passed for more than a month.

In the blink of an eye, I was in the detention center and won my first New Year.

I remember the last Chinese New Year, my brothers and I didn't go home. After the New Year's Eve dinner together, we went to Bruce 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, everyone would raise their thumbs up and say in admiration, "Xiao Hei is really awesome"

In just one year, just one year, Brother Hei left...Leilei ran away...Lei Zike died in a foreign land...Dakang had 27 more wounds on his body...and Mu and I A few people... also fucked into the detention center.

Xiaohei's house, this building, seemed to collapse in an instant...all that was left was a pile of tiles...and dust...

The quieter the environment, the more people think. I have been asking myself, where will I be after I go out? ?

superior? ?

Hug money? ?

Eat and die? ?

Luxuriant? ?

"..."

Probably not, for more than a year, the people around me stop and go, and a series of incidents, the biggest feeling for me is that I want to live in this bloody rivers and lakes...to live very simply...

Only by surviving can you rise to the top! !Only then can you hug money! !Only those who are eligible for luxury and money! !

Before the end of "The Tiger Crouching on the Deserted Hill", I still want to write about a person who has had a great influence on me. I still don't know his name, and I am in the detention center, and I have very few conversations with him, only a few. A few words.

The day I really had a conversation with him was on New Year's Eve, and at that time, he was still five days away from the end of his life... He was on the 29th day of the first lunar month and received the final law The judgment will be executed on the fifth day of the first lunar month.

Because when I was in the detention center, I was very bored and basically had nothing to do except reading, so I liked to observe some prisoners.

Coincidentally, he is one of the few people I have nothing to observe. I am interested in him mainly because this person is very special. Others have the opportunity to speak, and I wish I could finish all the words in my life.

But he has 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 by others, because in the detention center, usually 2-3 days, every shift will give other prisoners a cigarette, and There are some leftovers, but he never eats them. Instead, he seems to enjoy them, eating "bricks" and drinking "plain boiled pickle leaves!"

And such a person, on New Year's Eve, after the New Year's Eve dinner, when other prisoners were watching the CCTV gala, came to ask me for liquor.

To be honest, I can buy ten fucking bottles of royal salute and two large fruit plates for my mug of white wine, and others would never give him to drink it...because in the detention center,

It's so hard to get drunk...

But I thought, when I first came in, I lived in the dead man's pit for one night, and I had a fate of "sleeping in the same bed" with him, so I gave him a drink, and when he drank, I paid attention to it. He saw that his hands were trembling, and there were obvious red bloodshot eyes in his calm eyes.

We got to know each other like this. In the following five days, we had many conversations. Every word he said was worth savoring carefully. Every word was the essence of compression. . Not necessarily right, even a bit extreme, but this extreme is exactly what I lack.

In order not to make a long speech, in order not to cause public outrage, I only intercepted two quite classic dialogues, those who can understand it will not feel boring... If you don’t understand it, you can skip it.

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

"Xiao Fei, why did you come in?" The middle-aged man, eating fudge and drinking Jinliufu Baijiu, squinted his eyes and asked me while looking at me.

"I'm telling you! This battle...is my most glorious achievement... At that time, the inn, the man who rushed into No. [-] with a machete in his hand, said it was too late and then quickly, I jumped like a tiger , Take out the military thorn...!" I added countless water, saliva flying, describing the fierce battle in the hotel at that time.

After finishing speaking, I looked at the middle-aged man proudly, waiting for him to praise me.

"Husband battle!! Courage...!"

But ***, I never expected that he looked at me quite silently, and then said with a hint of disdain in his tone: "Hehe, no wonder you came in, it's just this time, if you don't come in, you won't come in next time." Definitely come in!! Fortunately...you did not commit a serious crime this time, and there is still room for growth...!"

"Fuck!! Why?" I was very jb unhappy.

"Xiao Fei, let me ask you, since you came in, so far, have you ever seen this newcomer hit someone?" The middle-aged man didn't answer my question, but asked me instead.

I froze for a moment, then thought about it, and found that our newcomer to the shift had never been hit by anyone, or even got angry, so I shook my head.

"You said, he has never beaten anyone before, so why are more than 307 inmates in prison 30 afraid of him?" The middle-aged man asked again with bright eyes.

"..." I didn't speak, and fell into thought.

"Xiao Fei, with a skinny body, is subject to his parents. They use their bodies to fight fiercely, but they end up at the bottom. The cruelty in your bones and the coldness in your heart are what you lack. I've always heard you say that that person is called Xiao Hei. Let me ask you, if he was in the hotel that day, who would dare to do it??"

"..." I was silent again, and I already had an answer in my mind.

The second example of the conversation was a discussion about "brotherhood".

"Brother, you have been here for such a long time, why haven't you seen your friends, and your brothers have saved money for you, and haven't seen them come to see you?" I was very curious, because although I didn't know, this middle school In the end, why did the young man come in, and I don't know what he is doing outside, but from his speech and behavior, it is not difficult to find that this should be a very energetic person.

"Hehe, brother... I haven't contacted for many years!" The middle-aged man grabbed my book directly and read it with relish.

"Fuck, I haven't contacted you for many years, and you still call him brother??" I asked angrily.

"Then let me ask you, what is a brother?" The middle-aged man continued to ask while reading the book without even raising his head.

After I listened, the figures of Mumu, Leilei, Dakang and others flashed across my mind, so I replied without thinking: "Life and death are shared, we share difficulties, and have feelings that cannot be pierced by guns or pierced by knives!! !"