At the end of May, Du Hua Garment received an order to re-measure and make a batch of new clothes for inmates in Xiaoyahe, Zhangchuan City.
Xiaoyahe is the largest prison in Zhangchuan, with thousands of people serving sentences. The group is special and the workload is heavy, so the factory director entrusts Lu Yin with the heavy responsibility.
Lu Yin is the assistant designer of Du Hua Garment, and graduated from East China University majoring in fashion design. This kind of education could have been better developed, but it is obviously overqualified to use it in a garment factory.
But she gave up the opportunity for further study for Liu Zecheng, complacent with the status quo, deeply rooted in this field, and has been doing it for five years.
On Monday morning, she took two tailors and rushed to Xiaoyahe.
A copper wall and an iron wall separate the two worlds, and the atmosphere inside the iron wall is oppressive and terrifying.
After strict registration and review, the three followed the prison guards through the empty playground. On the other side of the diamond-shaped fence, there were prisoners letting the wind out. They leaned against the railing, with fierce faces and malicious eyes, chasing them all the way, like wolves.
Lu Yin shook, feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She forced herself to be calm, retracted her gaze, and walked into a door without looking sideways.
After entering the door, there is a long corridor, which is empty and looks too cold and solemn. It was very quiet, only the sound of her heels tapping the ground could be heard. Lu Yin couldn't help tiptoing, regretting wearing high heels today.
They entered through an iron gate. The room was large, with only one window at the top of the wall, sealed with a thumb-thick steel bar. The room was a bit dark, and the two incandescent lamps illuminated the walls pale, making the atmosphere heavy and breathless.
The tailor was younger than her, usually lively and talkative, but now he stood silently behind her.
Lu Yin ordered herself to relax, smiled back, and said comfortingly, "Be quicker later, don't care about anything else, we'll leave after measuring."
The two agreed, and turned around to prepare tools.
After a quarter of an hour, the iron door was pushed open, and there was a rustling sound, and two prison guards came in first. A green uniform, the jacket is pinned to the waist of the trousers, and an equipment belt is tied around the waist. There are some equipment that have never been seen on it, and a thick long baton is held in his hand.
Then a group of men lined up and stood close to the wall one by one.
Lu Yin looked over and saw that those people were all bald-headed, wearing black vests and sports pants, tall and short, fat and thin, old and young, and all kinds of people.
She stood still for a while before moving.
The prison guard said: "This is a representative screened according to height and weight. The male and female prisons are separated, and they will go to the female prison later."
Lu Yin picked up the tape measure: "OK."
"That's troublesome."
She smiled generously: "No, it should."
Lu Yin went over first, and she glanced roughly, there were a total of twenty people, and the energy was exhausted in half an hour.
There are two rows, and Lu Yin goes to the back, leaving the front ones to the tailor. Shuttle among a group of men, apart from smelling a special smell, there is nothing special. That smell, like an animal's sign of attracting the opposite sex before estrus, is so special that it cannot be described.
This is understandable. Male prisoners serve more than one year in prison, and it is difficult to see women in the high walls, let alone touch them. Even if the eyes are presumptuous and ready to move, it is inevitable.
Lu Yin's hands and feet were nimble, and she quickly measured two people. She hung the soft measure around her neck, lowered her eyes to write down the data in the notebook, and took a wrong step to the corner by the way, ready to measure the next person.
"Hands out," she said with her head down.
As soon as she finished speaking, she paused slightly, her hair on the forehead was blown by a breath, her scalp was numb, and she keenly felt that the surrounding aura became stronger. Her eyes moved up, the tip of the pen made a 'squeak' on the paper, and a gap was drawn on the paper, and the human instinctively took a half step back... A giant beast opened its bloody mouth towards her...
A barely audible laughter came from above her head, she stabilized her mind slightly, took a step forward, and repeated: "Raise your arms horizontally."
A few seconds later, the opponent lazily opened his arms.
Lu Yin's eyes dodged, and she repeatedly glanced at the chest that was as thick as a wall. The chest muscles were straight and shiny, and there was a black dragon tattoo on it. The huge dragon body hung on the opponent's right shoulder, and the dragon's head stretched out in front of his chest. The scales are evenly distributed and superimposed layer upon layer; the overall tattoo is black and gray, with green dotted eyes, making the eyes look extraordinarily ferocious.
The dragon is lifelike, as if it will emerge from that person in the next moment.
Lu Yin moved mechanically, obviously not as calm as before, and the sequence of steps was chaotic. She always felt a pair of eyes wandering over her body, different from the two just now, it was a very aggressive gaze.
Waist, bust, shoulder width, collar circumference, she couldn't help but follow her eyes, and then she saw his face. The man looked at her without blinking for a moment, with a somewhat playful expression, and the corner of his mouth curled up.
The first thing that came into view was his right eyebrow extending to the temple, with a two-centimeter scar. The wound was slightly lighter in color, in stark contrast to his bronzed skin. The eye sockets are deep, the eyebrows are flat and wide, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the lips are thin and moist. Coupled with the slightly sharp eyes, it brings out a bit of indescribable wildness.
In short, no matter how you look at it, he looks very handsome... But she only thinks he is fierce.
Lu Yin quickly looked away, and leaned slightly to measure the hip circumference of the other party.
She opened her hands and walked across his body, closing her arms to reach for the tape measure. In just a few seconds, she got too close, and she smelled that smell again, several times stronger than before.
Lu Yin whispered softly, and looked away.
The soft ruler went around the man's buttocks and closed on the side of the legs. A voice suddenly came from above, "Miss, it's too tight."
The man's tone was slow and lazy, and his voice was rough and hoarse, not pleasant at all.
Lu Yin shook, and the soft ruler in her hand tightened. The rest of the prisoners laughed out loud, and someone made fun of it: "Brother Qiang, are you tight?"
Then there was a burst of laughter, and the originally restrained and patient atmosphere finally broke out with this question.
"Quiet." The prison guard yelled, and knocked on the iron door a few times: "Everyone stand still. 0852, calm down, and don't make trouble when you get out soon."
It was a little quieter, and the prisoners were still whispering.
The man licked his lower lip, lowered his head, the woman in front of him had flushed cheeks, fluttering eyelashes, and gasped lowly.
She was still stretching her hands, her movements were stiff, she was angry but she didn't dare to express it, and said in a low voice: "If you loosen your pants again, they will fall off."
Her voice was very small and did not attract attention, but the man heard it and laughed muffled.
Lu Yin stood up, not daring to look into his eyes, but only stared in his direction, then turned her head away. After measuring the length of his trousers, he quickly turned to the others without looking up at him again.
The three were very efficient, and all the work was completed in 20 minutes. Lu Yin packed her things and prepared to go out. She didn't dare to look back, but couldn't help but think about the over-the-shoulder dragon. The pet, lying on the broad shoulders, waits for the opportunity to move.
Lu Yin shook her head, she would never come back to this ghostly place even if she was killed.
After the few people left, they turned around, and Lao Lai leaned close to him, whispering: "Brother Qiang, the chick just now is not bad, look at that figure, that tit... the ass is big enough, if..."
Without going on, Lao Lai raised his eyebrows and let out a tacit smirk.
Lu Qiang narrowed his eyes and rubbed his shoulders. Just now, when her fingertips brushed his skin, the cold touch seemed to be still there. He smiled, just thinking it was funny.
Lu Qiang lowered his head and glanced at the chest. The woman kept peeking at the tattoo. She was obviously as timid as a mouse, but she pretended to be calm, her eyes wandered but showed a simple stubbornness. She looked cute and funny, and suddenly wanted to Tease her.
Life inside is difficult, and you have to find some fun.