72nd bowl of soup (2)

After the man nodded as Qinghuan expected, a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "That's good, you didn't have a good life here, right."

The bruise on his face probably has not disappeared. Even if he can become tough with his fists, he still can't hold back countless people coming up to challenge him. It's just a little bit, it's nothing. "I just told you that I am a doctor. I want to live here. I know the human body very well. You protect me and I help you."

A strange look appeared on the man's face: "Help me? Help me what?"

"What do you want me to help you?" Qing Huan's eyes seemed to be able to speak, and they were full of deceptive power. "Don't you have a lot of things to do?" She slid her hand to the man's waist. "The bones here are so worn out. It should be difficult to keep this strong, don't you need me to help you?"

The man's expression was embarrassed for a moment. He stared at Qinghuan, wondering whether the deal was worthwhile, and then he made a decision: "Yes."

But he said again: "Even if you can let me shelter you, what's the use? Sooner or later, I will be stepped in the dust. At that time, you will still be reduced to—"

Qing Huan interrupted her words before she finished speaking. Her voice was soft and firm, making people think that as long as she said it, she would be successful. "I don't need too long, I will be strong soon, I just need a little time, nothing more."

She wants to live, not only to live, but also to live well. She can't do things like betraying her body and attaching to a man. She has to stand tall, and then go back and get back what she deserves. At this moment, the bright red tear mole under her eye looked particularly coquettish, and there seemed to be something magical inside. The bright red was clearly visible in the prison without electric lights at night. The man stared at the mole, feeling that his soul was about to be sucked in. He shook his head and woke up, Qing Huan slowly took the toothbrush away from his neck, he covered the wound and jumped down.

The man went up for a while, only to hear the whispers above, but did not hear the sound of work. The three women below found it strange. The man jumped down and glared at them: "No one is allowed to say anything about tonight."

Forbidden to say? What is forbidden to say? The three women looked at each other.

In fact, if a man wants to go back, Qinghuan must not resist, but he thinks of the determination and viciousness in Qinghuan's eyes. He doesn't want to touch such a woman no matter how beautiful she is. She is like a poisonous snake, even if she looks so beautiful, she just gets a little closer. Will die in her hands. What's more, her own situation is indeed very difficult as she said. In order not to become a mud that everyone tramples on in the future, he might as well try it first. If she does not produce value as she said, he will kill her. It doesn't matter.

In the mixed zone, the death of a woman can hardly be more commonplace.

"In the future, you will not be allowed to touch her without my permission."

Hearing these words, the fat women were stunned. They wanted to see such a tortured little beauty all over the body, but what's the situation now? Did the man suddenly know how Lianxiang Xiyu wrote it? This has never happened before!

They didn't care what they thought that the man didn't care. They pushed open the prison door and left. Qing Huan sat up from the upper bunk. At this moment, she was completely no longer the weak and pitiful appearance when she first went to jail in the afternoon, but her eyes were filled with malicious intent. , "In the days to come, please advise me a lot."

She looks so beautiful, as clean as the bright moon at night, but the smile on her face is chilling, it seems...not what it looks like, kind and gentle to the bone, not even a little temperamental.

If she does not provoke her, she is gentle and approachable, empathetic and reassuring, but once she touches her bottom line and principles, she will never show mercy.

Although in prison, life is still going to pass. If it is an old, exhausted woman with scars, Qing Huan will look down on herself. She didn't know where she came from this perseverance, only that the difficulties in front of her did not bring her down, and even ignited her fighting spirit, and she didn't even have time to complain about herself, but immediately plunged into the problem of survival. go with.

She will live, and will live well, not only for fairness, but also for respect for life. She didn't allow herself to fall into such an unbearable situation, and because of this, she had to find ways to become stronger.

Any reliance is temporary. Only by being indestructible can we truly protect ourselves and protect others better.

Although, she now has no one she wants to protect.

Fat women and others see Huan’s eyes immediately different. In the mixed zone, women can vent their desires and are a tool for men to show their male power. Even fat women can’t avoid it.

The hypocritical and powerful are most keen to insult the weak, and the real strong simply disdain it.

Qing Huan jumped down from the upper bunk, which is strange. I don't know where the confidence in her heart comes from. The upper bunk is less than two meters above the ground. She just jumps when she says she jumps, and she doesn't worry about getting hurt at all.

It turned out that she was indeed not injured, so she asked the fat woman with her arms around her chest: "I think the lower bunk is more suitable for me, what do you think?"

What can a fat woman say? Of course she was able to beat her up, but she didn't dare to provoke the man just now, so she could only stare at her with a clear look, and then quietly packed her things and went to another woman's lower berth. . In the end, Qing Huan stopped her and said lazily: "I think you are more suitable for sleeping on the upper bunk, her upper bunk."

Others hurt her a bit. She didn't say it was very rewarding, at least she wanted to be fair. This loss can't be eaten for nothing, isn't it? The wound on her arm still feels painful now.

The fat woman dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, and gritted her teeth to climb the bunk. It's a pity that this ladder was in disrepair for a long time. It's okay for a lighter person to climb. But she was lucky, and nothing happened during the time she climbed up. It was a pity that she just sighed and wanted to lie down, and it turned out to be a tragedy. The bed board was all broken, and she just fell down onto another woman. In comparison, the thinner woman almost vomited blood.

Qinghuan chuckled, her mood finally improved a lot. She had seen a problem with the upper bunk over there, and she absolutely couldn't hold up the weight of the fat woman. This fall caused the fat woman to fall to her feet. She stood up dizzy, and she was about to settle accounts with a fierce look. Qing Huan raised her brows and played with the dagger that she had just brought from the man. While playing and looking at the fat woman with a smile, she could stab her to death if she dared to come over.

People who have just entered jail are relatively soft, or rather cowardly. A fat woman dares to bully Qinghuan so unscrupulously, just to see her being weak and weak, and it’s hard to pant, but once Qinghuan becomes hardened, she will be persuaded. .

In the end, she could only lie on the ground with the other woman for one night, because the lower bunk was also broken because of her fall.

The night in the prison was not good, it was dark, only the unpleasant musty smell emanating from the bedboards and walls, the bedding had not been sun-dried for many years, and it was full of dirt. If this is not a hell, then where is it?

But Qinghuan was asleep.

In the dream, she saw a completely different self. A beautiful and vulgar self in ancient clothes, with green silk reaching to the waist. If there is something different that makes her think something is wrong, it is that the other person's expression and eyes are completely different from the cowardly and gentle self who has lived for more than 20 years. That kind of strength and indifference is what she desperately wants to learn and get. She has never known what kind of person she wants to be. She has never lived for herself, but now she knows.

If she can't become that kind of person, she will definitely regret having lived a lifetime. Life is too short, why can't you give full play to your greatest strength and create the greatest value? She obviously didn't do anything, she obviously didn't make any mistakes, why did she wrong herself in this way?

Since they don't love her, then she doesn't want it. Anyway, that kind of love is cheap, and even if you get it, it feels extremely dirty.

When Qing Huan opened his eyes, there was already light outside, and the prison guards were yelling for them to go out for breakfast.

There was a lot of people in the huge restaurant. Breakfast was very crude porridge, pickles and steamed buns. The steamed buns were small and crumpled. There was one female prisoner and two male prisoners.

She sat down in front of the man yesterday with the dinner plate. The man was biting the bun. Seeing her sitting in front of her, she might not have thought that she could recognize herself. She looked up at her, Qing Huan said nothing, and turned the plate towards him. Pushed in front of him.

The two steamed buns were not enough for a man’s appetite, so he was not polite. Qinghuan only drank white porridge. She did not dislike food. The fact is that there is food to eat when she is hungry, which is already a very happy thing. Although these rice is not fresh, at least it can be eaten up. She said softly: "It seems that you are not doing very well here."

The man is about forty years old, and he has already passed the young and strong age. When he was in his prime, he could hold a place with his fists, but now, he is gradually getting old, and there are too many active people. At least the injury on his body has not been healed. The most important thing is that even at breakfast, Qinghuan also noticed that there were many unkind eyes fixed on both of them.

So she said again: "You can rest assured, I'm so weak, I won't tell your secrets, I still want to live." It's not that I'm not afraid of death.

The man doesn't believe it, just her, weak? It looks like, but the viciousness in the bones is not lost to anyone.