From Body to Love

With basic toiletries such as towels and basins distributed by the prison, he was taken into a cell. There are ten people in a small cell.

From the moment he entered the door, everyone stopped and stared at him. Meng Fu felt very uneasy. He didn't even know which bed he should sleep in.

"Are you new here?" A man in his forties came up to him with flighty eyes, "thin skin and tender meat, like a woman. Do you know the new rules? "

Meng Fu stood silent. It was a new world. He didn't know how to integrate into it.

"In the past, wash the toilet." the man pushed him into the toilet. A foul smell came to his face.

"Why did I wash it?"

"This is the rule for newcomers. You wash the toilet this month. What, are you not satisfied? " The man raised his chin. The beard on his chin should be not carefully shaved. It was messy, giving people a sense of ferocity.

"OK." He replied, "can I put something on my bed first?"

The man has always been cruel. After so many years in prison, he met Meng Fu for the first time. Seeing Meng Fu so obedient, he subconsciously restrained his ferocity.

Out of the toilet, he pointed to the upper pavement near the door. "This is your bed."

"Second brother." His men gently called the man, saw the man nodding and said, "boy, what you used to sleep in this bed was a rapist, but you died two days ago." Watching Meng Fu's trembling fingers, he smiled and said mysteriously, "I was hacked to death in the gang fight in the prison. At that time, so many people scattered at once. I don't know who cut this knife and just inserted it in my heart." His man pointed his finger on his right atrium.

But the back of the head was photographed all of a sudden. As soon as his men looked back, they nodded and bowed, "big brother."

"Is there any common sense that the heart grows on the right?"

Meng Fu looked up and saw the big brother's appearance. He was in his thirties and twenties. His face was deep. There was a scar on his forehead. It was because of this scar that the so-called big brother looked very powerful.

"Kid, this is your bed. Be careful when you sleep at night."

The eldest brother then lay back in his bed and read a book. Several younger brothers next to him flattered and beat their legs.

Meng Fu walked into the toilet and couldn't help vomiting in two minutes. He held the water from the faucet in his hand and couldn't stop gargling. Then he covered his mouth and felt a lot of sadness in his heart.

"Newcomer, you didn't vomit in the toilet." There was a knock at the door, and there was a roar of laughter outside the door. "Wash it quickly. Big brother is going to the bathroom."

"OK, I'll wash it right away." Trying to resist the rising nausea, he hurried out after washing.

"Second brother, this boy looks very good." A man stared at Meng Fu when he came out of the toilet, watched him climb up his bed and took out a book.

"Yes, it's very nice and interesting. However, "the second brother touched his chin," the eldest brother is very disgusted with this. "

"Second brother, you can take a bath. The boy is easy to deal with anyway. "

"Well, yes."

"Hello, newcomer, what's your name? Because of what? " The second brother raised his voice and shouted at Meng Fu.

Meng Fu put down his book and said faintly, "Meng Fu. Traffic accident crime. "

After a long time, Meng Fu knew that the second brother was a gun smuggler named Zhou Weiguo, and the eldest brother in his thirties was the real boss, the young master of the underworld, di Jun.

A brand-new notebook, a few words, "the first day."

Di Jun came out of the toilet and looked coldly at more than half of the ten people in the prison looking at Meng Fu. While pretending to chat with others, he also glanced sideways at Meng Fu and wanted to take off Meng Fu's clothes to see what happened.

Zhou Weiguo is obviously very interested in Meng Fu, from how old he is, to what he has committed, to a few years' sentence, and then to whether he has a girlfriend.

Meng Fu answered one by one. The whole person was faint, unwilling to answer more, and afraid not to answer. He knew his situation very well. He had no choice but to compromise.

The pen in his hand kept drawing on the paper, drawing randomly and disorderly. He didn't think about anything. The whole person answered the second brother's questions like a machine.

Then, like a sense of surprise, I found that I had written the words "Xie Zhenzhen".

He threw away his notebook quickly.

The book fell from the upper bunk and the whole prison was quiet.

Di Jun said to a man, "pick it up and show me."

"No, give it back." Meng Fu leaned forward, raised his voice, and felt nervous. Xie Zhenzhen should be buried in his heart.

"So nervous?" Di Jun opened the first page of the book and read, "the first day, a big, Xie Zhenzhen. Boy, is Xie Zhen your girlfriend? "

"No." He denied.

Di Jun looked at Meng Fu meaningfully and smiled at the corners of his mouth, "no, it's not." He looked at the beautiful font on the paper. "Write more words for me."

Meng Fu hesitated to come down from the top bunk. He didn't know Di Jun's intention to let him write, but he secretly swore in the bottom of his heart that he wouldn't say anything about Xie Zhenzhen. Xie Zhenzhen was already dusty in the bottom of his heart.

In fact, Meng Fu actually thinks too much. Although Di Jun is the underworld leader, he is actually a big illiterate and can't recognize all his words. He was originally a small gangster. Later, he became the adoptive son of the underworld leader. The five daughters in charge of the family had no sons. The fortune teller said that there were no children in his life. When the master was old, he also accepted his life. He liked Dijun more and more, so he always advised Dijun to read more books. But di Jun was born not to like reading. His head hurts when he reads. Later, she was ridiculed by the woman she liked for being illiterate, which made her heart on reading and became a complete word control. Unfortunately, the prison is full of vulgar people. People are ugly and the writing is even uglier.

"What do you want to write?" Meng Fu asked.

"Write anything."

Meng Fu looked at di Jun and wrote a few words with a pen. The handwriting was beautiful and engraved like LAN. In di Jun's words, it was written by literati at a glance.

Di Jun read a few words clearly on the paper, "whatever you write, boy, I let you 'whatever you write', you really write 'whatever you write'. Don't say, the words are really good-looking. "

"Yes, it looks good." A group of people agreed. Zhou Weiguo's eyes greedily stared at Meng Fu's neck. This word looks better.

"Well, from tomorrow on, you will teach me to write."

As soon as this sentence came out, not only Meng Fu was stunned, but everyone in the prison was stunned. Brother's words mean that he will cover Meng Fu from now on, that he has cut off everyone's ambition, and that Meng Fu doesn't need to be afraid any more.

"Second brother, this..." someone whispered in Zhou Weiguo's ear.

"Shit, the kid didn't expect to capture his eldest brother's heart." It was not easy to see a good-looking one. Unexpectedly, he flew away without even touching it.

"Second brother, are you using this word inappropriately?"

"What are you talking about!"

"No, no, second brother, I didn't say anything."

Di Jun looked at the only literate in the cell and silently gave birth to a feeling of joy. It seems that he will look like a literate next time Yi welcomes him. Yi Ying is the woman Di Jun likes.

"Your name is Meng Fu, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"Come closer. I have a few questions for you."

Meng Fu watched Di Jun pull out a book from under his pillow. When he first came in, he noticed that the man was reading, but he didn't know what book he was reading.

Seeing the cover of the book, Meng Fu was stunned again.

Naruto.

The prison elder brother loves to see Naruto comics.

"This is what my woman brought when she was visiting prison for fear of my boredom." A group of people continued to surround Di Jun and Meng Fu, watching the excitement with relish, and all looked over.

"What are you looking at? Get back to your bed." Di Jun roared.

A group of spectators quickly dispersed, and several who wanted to look back were stared back by Di Jun's eyes.

"What is this word? "Read the mouse?"

The word "weasel" is pronounced Meng Fu looked at the words in the cartoon and replied.

"What about this word?"

"Pocket"

"This word? This word? "

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