Seventy-second bowl of soup (2)
After the man nodded as Qing Huan expected, the corners of her mouth curled into a faint smile that was hardly a smile. "That's good, you're not having a good time here."
The bruises on his face probably haven't disappeared. Even if he can become strong by relying on his fists, he still can't hold back countless people who come up to challenge him one after another. "I told you just now that I am a doctor. I want to live here. I know the human body very well. You protect me and I help you."
There was a strange look 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, full of demagogic 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 very difficult to maintain such a toughness, don't you need me to help you?"
The man's expression was awkward for a moment, he stared at Qing Huan, thought about whether the deal was worth it, and then made a decision: "Yes."
But he said again: "Even if you let me protect you, what's the use? Sooner or later, I will be stepped into the dust. At that time, you will still be reduced to—"
She was interrupted by Qing Huan before she finished speaking, her voice was soft but firm, inexplicably making people think that as long as she said it, she would surely succeed. "I don't need too long, I will get stronger soon, I just need a little time, that's all."
She wants to live, not only to live, but also to live well. She can't do the kind of thing that sells her body and attaches herself 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 moles under the corners of her eyes looked particularly coquettish, and there seemed to be something magical hidden in them, the bright red was clearly visible in the prison without electric lights at night. The man stared at the tear mole, feeling as if his soul was about to be sucked in. He shook his head, regained consciousness, Qing Huan slowly took the toothbrush away from his neck, he covered his wound and jumped down.
The man went up for a while, but he only heard whispers from above, but no work was done. The three women below felt very strange. The man jumped down and glared at them: "No one is allowed to say what happened tonight."
Don't say it? What not to say? The three women looked at each other.
In fact, if a man wants to repent now, Qing Huan must not be able to resist, but he remembered the determination and viciousness in Qing Huan's eyes. No matter how beautiful such a woman is, he would never want to touch such a woman, just like a poisonous snake. will die at her hands. What's more, his situation is indeed as 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 can't generate value as she said, he will kill her It doesn't matter.
In the mixed zone, the death of a woman couldn't be more commonplace.
"In the future, without my permission, you are not allowed to touch her."
Hearing this sentence, the fat woman was dumbfounded. They originally wanted to see such a little beauty tortured and bruised, but what's going on now? Did the man suddenly know how to write Lianxiangxiyu? This has never happened before!
What did they think? The man didn't care. He opened the cell door and left. Qing Huan sat up from the upper bunk. At this moment, she was no longer the weak and pitiful look she had when she first entered the prison in the afternoon. Instead, there was a hint of malice in her eyes , "In the days to come, please give me more advice."
She looks so beautiful, as clean as the bright moon at night, but the smile on her face is chilling, it seems... not as it seems, kind and gentle to the bone, not even a little bit of temper.
If you don't provoke her, she will be soft and approachable, understanding and reassuring, but once her bottom line and principles are touched, she will show no mercy.
Although she is in prison, she still has to live her life. If the one who goes out is an old, tired and scarred woman, Qing Huan herself will look down on herself. She didn't know where she got this perseverance, she only knew that the difficulties in front of her didn't knock her down, and even ignited her fighting spirit, so that she didn't have time to complain about herself, but immediately threw herself into the problem of survival go.
She will live, and live well, not just for justice, but also for respect for life. She would not allow herself to fall into such an unbearable situation, so before that, she had to find ways to become stronger.
Any reliance is temporary. Only when you are indestructible can you truly protect yourself and better protect others.
Although, she has no one to protect now.
Fat women and others looked at Qing Huan in a different way. In the mixed zone, besides being able to vent their desires, women are also a tool for men to show their masculinity. Even fat women can't avoid it.
The hypocritical strong are most keen on bullying the weak, and the real strong don't even bother to do it.
Qing Huan jumped off the upper bunk, which was strange to say, where did the confidence in her heart come from, the upper bunk was at least two meters from the ground, she jumped whenever she wanted to, without worrying about getting hurt at all.
Facts proved that she was not injured, so she crossed her arms and asked the fat woman: "I think the lower bunk is more suitable for me, what do you think?"
What can a fat woman say? Of course she could beat up Qing Huan, but she didn't dare to provoke that man just now, so she could only give Qing Huan a look, then silently packed her things and went to another woman's lower berth . But Qing Huan stopped her, and lazily said: "I think you are more suitable to sleep on the upper bunk, her upper bunk."
If someone hurt her, she would not say anything in return, but at least she wanted to seek some justice. This loss can't be taken for nothing, right, the wound on her arm is still painful.
The fat woman dared not speak out, and gritted her teeth to climb to the upper bunk. Unfortunately, the ladder was in disrepair for a long time, and it was fine for light weight people to climb it. If it was a little fatter... it would be a real pain. But she was lucky, and nothing happened when she climbed up. Unfortunately, she was relieved to lie down, but the tragedy happened. The bed board snapped and fell onto another woman. Comparing that figure, the thinner woman almost vomited blood.
Qing Huan smiled lightly, feeling much better at last, she had already seen that there was a problem with the upper bunk over there, and it would definitely not be able to support the fat woman's weight. This fall threw the fat woman into a mess, she stood up in a daze, her eyes were fierce and she wanted to settle the score with Qing Huan, Qing Huan frowned, and played with the dagger she had just brought from the man, While playing, he looked at the fat woman with a smile, thinking that if she dared to come over, she would stab her to death with one knife.
Those who have just entered prison are relatively soft-hearted, or rather cowardly. Fat women dare to bully Qing Huan so unscrupulously, just because she looks weak and weak, and it is difficult for her to breathe, but once Qing Huan becomes hard-tempered, she will give up .
In the end, she could only make do with the other woman and lay on the ground for a night, because the lower bunk was also broken because of her fall just now.
The night in the prison is not easy, it is pitch black, only the bed boards and walls emit an unpleasant musty smell, the bedding has not been exposed to the sun for many years, and it is full of dirt. If this is not hell, then where is it
But Qing Huan was fast asleep.
In the dream, she saw a completely different self. A self dressed in ancient costumes, blue silk reaching to the waist, elegant and unconventional. If there is any difference that makes her think something is wrong, it is that the other person's expression and eyes are completely different from her cowardly and gentle self who has lived for more than twenty years. That kind of strength and indifference is what she desperately wants to learn and obtain. She has never known what kind of person she wants to be, and has never lived for herself, but now she knows.
If she can't become that kind of person, she will regret that she has lived her whole life. Life is too short, why can't you exert 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 like this
Since they don't love her, then she doesn't want it. Anyway, that kind of love is cheap, and even if they get it, it feels extremely dirty.
When Qing Huan opened her eyes, there was already light outside, and the prison guards were yelling for them to go out for breakfast.
The huge restaurant was full of people, the breakfast was very simple porridge, pickles and steamed buns, the steamed buns were small and wrinkled, there were two male prisoners for one female prisoner, if there were too many, they would be gone.
She sat down in front of the man yesterday with a plate. The man was biting a steamed bun. Seeing her sitting down in front of him, she probably didn't expect her to recognize herself. She looked up at her. Qing Huan didn't say anything, and threw the plate towards him. Pushed in front of him.
Two steamed buns are not enough for a man to eat, so he was not polite, Qing Huan only drank plain porridge, she didn't despise food, the fact is that having food to eat when hungry is already a very happy thing, Although these meals are not fresh, they are at least satisfying. 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 age of youth and strength. When he was in his prime, he could use his fists to occupy a place. But now, he is getting old, and there are too many people with active minds. At least his injuries were not healed. Most importantly, even during breakfast, Qing Huan noticed that there were many malicious eyes fixed on the two of them.
So she said again: "You can rest assured, I am so weak, I will not tell your secret, I still want to live." It's not that I am not afraid of death.
Men don't believe it, but she is weak? It seems true, but the viciousness in his bones is not lost to anyone.