My alternative life

"You? You deal with the drug dealers? "

Ma Yuming is unbelievable, "it's impossible..."

"What else do you think is impossible in the world?" I said with a wry smile, "besides," dealing "can be divided into many situations Yuming, let me tell you a story. Alas, something I have personally experienced... "

When we sat back on the sofa, Ma Yuming leaned on me naturally, which made me feel the fragrance of shampoo in my nostrils.

"Five years ago, when my grandfather was still alive, he took me to receive a patient from a foreign country, who should have come to Qishan County to seek refuge with relatives and friends..."

Thoughts flow, I think of the story, more palpitating in the shocking scene I have seen

"It was also in the summer vacation. One day, the old man took me to see a patient in the neighborhood. The guy who came to tell me that the other person was a distant relative of himself. He was in critical condition after a few days of illness. Please go to see if he can be saved."

I fell into a state of deep meditation. Yuming held her breath and listened to me, as if for fear of interrupting my memory.

"You know, that's the first time I saw a drug addict dying. Alas, it's so miserable. I've never seen a more miserable and gruesome living dead person."

His voice trembled. Yuming asked me, "yes, how miserable is it?"

"I remember, it was like a rainy morning when the relatives of this white noodle guy ran ten miles to smash my grandfather's door When we got on the donkey cart and got to the guy's bed, I was silly Yuming, I'm really stupid. I've got a lot of hair on my body Yes, it's creepy! "

I don't know how to describe the drug addict's death struggle in my mind. I really can't find the right adjective.

In fact, I think I can't find the right words to describe each other, because I'm trying to use the words to describe human beings, but I find that no matter which word I use, it's not accurate

In the end, I had to simplify and say, "thin as a hemp stick You know what, Ma Gan? Yuming, there is no exaggeration in my words. Have you seen the pictures of African refugees? In comparison, the skinny refugees are fat and fat

"Ah? How is that possible? I don't believe Ah, people don't have enough imagination... "

"No way! What I saw with my own eyes, is there any fake? " I said in a muffled voice, "Yuming, you can think like this. It's just like the TV show. What's the appearance of human bones covered with skin? What's the appearance of this guy To be honest, I can't believe that with his physical condition, how can he be so thin that he can carry it hard and not die? "

I sighed, "Oh, it's only on the one hand that he's so thin that he still has a lot of skin ulcers on his body, his nose is festering, and he's blind in one eye A guy in his twenties is like a pool of mud in bed. No, it's like a pool of excrement! At that time, grandfather only looked at it, even without a pulse, turned and pulled the relative, telling him that he was ready for the future. When the relative heard this, he burst into tears, sobbing, and told my grandfather that he could hang the patient for a few days, even if he insisted on meeting his parents and family for the last time

With the narration, I fell deeply into the memory and became more and more depressed.

Ma Yuming put her arms around me and pulled me into her arms. As a result, my head became a pillow on Yu Ming's elastic and enchanting thigh.

After a moment of silence, my mood seemed to calm down as she gently rubbed my hair, so he continued, "grandfather can't help it. He prescribed some medicine for him and said a few words, which probably means that he can't hang the addict's life, but if the guy has too much pain, boil these herbs for him to drink, maybe it can make him drink a little Ease the pain. "

In my mind, I flashed the tragic situation that the addict had almost no human form at last, and said, "Yuming, you can't imagine that when we left, I once looked back at that person, I felt that I was staring at a pile of rotten meat, or a pile of bones..."

Although Ma Yuming's hands kept going in and out of my hair, I could clearly feel her body shaking.

"Three days later, the family came to report the funeral, saying that their distant relative had died, and thanking me for my medicine, which could make each other feel less pain at the last moment."

When I said that, my voice became more and more dispirited. "Yuming, I heard that the dead youth came from Sanjia, and it was at that time that I knew the three words of Sanjia for the first time."

The story of Sanjia episode and drug addicts is very simple. It may not even be called a story. It can only be said that it is one of those medical cases I went through with my grandfather. Therefore, my story is not vivid at all.

It's just that, although the words I just said didn't sound attractive or even boring, they didn't reduce the shock due to the lack of twists and turns of the story.

For example, reportage and online novels, one sounds like a running account, the other is full of climaxes, trying to attract the audience's attention.But when you sit in the lecture hall and listen to the hero's reportage, you won't feel dull because of its poor storytelling. On the contrary, reportage is closer to life, so it is easier for people to unite or cheer, and it is easier to resonate.

As a result, Ma Yuming's face is obviously not good after I have talked about this personal experience. Maybe it is because of the influence of my emotion, or maybe through my description, I can "see" the person who has been dead for five or six years, making her mood not beautiful.

After a moment's silence, I sat up and said to Ma Yuming, "since then, every time I see a prisoner who has been jailed for drug trafficking, I'm very angry. I'm especially sensitive to the topic of the third class fair."

"Well, I can understand you Jiang Feng, are you worried that the drug dealers gathered by the top three are too dangerous? I'm afraid they will make trouble in Xijing female prison! "

If I can tell you the truth about Ma Yuming and that some of the transferred prisoners are likely to be responsible for contacting the core members of the drug distribution network in prison, how would you be worried?

Will you stop me from getting involved?

But I opened my mouth, but I didn't say anything in response to her rhetorical question. After all, now I'm just guessing.

This time, the group of prisoners transferred from Lin xiazhou female prison have nothing to do with the potential drug sales network bigwigs. All this can only be concluded after I personally confirm!

Finally, I reached out to Ma Yuming, "Yuming, go, go with me to Xijing female prison, I want to see them turn to prison with my own eyes!"