Madam's black history was picked up

In the labor reform production workshop, An Yajie sat in front of the sewing machine, quickly and skillfully mending clothes.No one spoke in Nuoda's production workshop, only the "cheep..." sound of the sewing machine.

It has been eight months since An Yajie served her sentence in prison. During these eight months, she learned how to knit sweaters, embroider, step on a sewing machine, and do handicrafts.

From being clueless at the beginning and always scarring her hands, she is now familiar with the road and moves quickly.She didn't know how many times she was scolded and how many times she was beaten secretly by her roommates.

I remember that when she made handicrafts for the first time, she used rattan to weave fruit baskets. Because she was not proficient in making them for the first time, she was always forced to dismantle them and re-weave them because of the unqualified quality.

It was not until two o'clock in the morning that everyone was allowed to rest. Everyone had to get up on time at five o'clock in the morning. The roommates could only sleep for three hours, but they had to work all day the next day.

Several grumpy roommates gathered around after the lights were turned off, grabbed Anyajie's hair and pushed her head against the wall. Four or five people held down her hands and feet at the same time, making her unable to move.

His head hit the wall with a thud thump.

At that moment, Anyajie suddenly lost the courage to live, and her strong support collapsed at that moment. She didn't understand why she was living like this.

At that time, she was thinking: "Let's just die like this. After death, there will be no pain, and she will be liberated."

Anyajie gave up struggling, closed her eyes and waited for death to come.

When Anyajie was about to lose consciousness, a stern reprimand stopped the group of red-eyed female prisoners.

"Stop it all, if you hit her again, you'll die." Room chief 809 looked at the scene in front of him coldly.

Only when a person is pushed to the limit can the instinct hidden in the body be aroused. This is her personal experience, and it is also what everyone who comes in must experience.

Anyajie slid against the wall and sat on the ground, staring blankly at the roof. The blood flowed down from her forehead and flowed into her eyes, staining her eyes red.

A blood-red figure walked up to her and squatted down, wiping Anya Jie's bleeding forehead gently with a piece of paper.

"You don't have to feel wronged. Everyone here has experienced what happened just now. Here, even your death will become a luxury."

"If you have anger and hatred in your heart, then vent them out. The way to vent is not suicide or beating, but hard work."

"As long as you vent them out, you will be at ease, otherwise the breath will be held in your heart, and sooner or later it will drive you crazy and make your life worse than death."

After putting a band-aid on Anyajie's wound, the director turned around and went to bed.

Anyajie just sat on the ground motionless until dawn.

When the wake-up bell in the prison rang again, Anyajie stood up from the ground. Her face was expressionless, but her eyes were filled with the same indifference as other roommates.

She couldn't change life, but life changed her.

When the prison guard came in, he found the wound on Anyajie's forehead and asked her what was going on. Anyajie said blankly that she was too tired yesterday and hit the wall when her eyes blurred.

The prison guard didn't say much after hearing this, but turned around and gave today's task.

Today's task is to knit sweaters. After receiving the tools and materials, Anyajie knits without saying a word. The speed is astonishing.

The roommates were dumbfounded, and the speed might not even be able to keep up with their veteran knitters who have been knitting for so many years.

In the following tasks, Anyajie seemed to have changed her hands. As long as it was a job she hadn't done, she would stand by and watch someone else do it seriously.

It took no more than 5 minutes to watch and she was able to make it herself, and it was quick and good.

The prison guards in charge of guarding them couldn't help but be speechless. It was the first time they had seen someone with such a strong learning ability.

After that night, An Yajie never held back everyone because of the target task.

Today's sewing machine work, An Yajie, overfulfilled the task again. The prison guard praised her a few times and asked her to perform well, so that she could apply for a commutation of sentence in one year.

Because of the provisions of the Criminal Law, prisoners who have been sentenced to five to ten years in prison can apply for commutation of their sentence after serving for one year and six months.

Anyajie smiled and did not speak. She is now in a much calmer state of mind than when she first came here, and she is gradually adapting to life here.

She regards the current life as a kind of tempering, and she wants to use pain to remind herself and find a direction for herself in confusion.

Today is Sunday, which happens to be the day to line up for a bath.

It is stipulated in the prison to take a bath once a week. This is Anyajie's favorite day, bar none.

Turn on the faucet and let the water flow from the top of the head. The comfortable feeling makes people feel indescribably relaxed.

It can wash away the accumulated dust, sweat and fatigue of many days, so that you have the courage to face the next week.

If there is one thing to look forward to in prison, then the day of bathing is Anyajie's hope. She is looking forward to tomorrow coming soon in order to be able to take a bath.

Although the whole bathing process will not exceed 10 minutes, it is enough for Anya Jie.

No matter what you do in prison, there is a time limit, such as waking up, eating, even taking a bath.

The time for each person to take a shower, including queuing up, should not exceed 15 minutes. If someone washes too slowly, the time will be up before the people behind you enter the bathroom before the faucet is turned on.
So if anyone washes slowly, it will definitely cause public outrage.

Anyajie took a quick shower and got dressed, and was about to come out when she heard shouts from the bathroom door next door.

"831, your movements are a bit sloppy, my mother hasn't washed yet, if you don't come out again, I will kick the door."

As soon as Anyajie heard the voice, she knew it was 808 in the same cell. She was tall and tall, which was directly proportional to her temper. When she first arrived, Anyajie was often bullied by her.

"Come out, come out." A weak voice hurriedly agreed, she was really afraid that 808 would kick the door recklessly.

When Anyajie came out, 831 also came out from the bathroom next door.Perhaps because of being too anxious, the top two buttons of 831's prison uniform were not buttoned.

Anyajie suddenly saw a few very red marks on her chest, and 831 saw that An Yajie was looking at her, and quickly reached out to cover her neckline, a trace of unnaturalness flashed across her pale face.

Anyajie understood, and suddenly sympathized with this girl who was only two years older than her.

Usually, when they have no jobs in the prison and they don’t have to go to class, they can sit and chat in the cell. They call such days in private as “holidays”.

The content of their chat is also very simple, nothing more than asking each other what happened to you?Why did you come in?

In the beginning, everyone hid it and didn't want to talk about it, but it took a long time to realize that everyone is similar, and no one is cleaner than the other.

So after chatting and chatting, I even started to tease who committed the bigger crime.

831's real name is Yang Yun. After graduating from high school, he failed to enter university, so he went to work in the city with a few companions from the town.

When a young and beautiful girl like her goes to a big city, she will more or less be infected by the lights and feasting of the big city.

I began to envy girls of the same age, who can gallop in this bustling city with LV bags and BMWs.

Yang Yun, like some vanity girls, uses herself as capital to win the favor of a certain big boss, or become one of the many mistresses of a certain big boss.

The boss squandered her body, and she squandered the money the boss gave her.

Her existence finally angered the boss's original partner, who angrily found the villa where the boss took care of Yang Yun.

Yang Yun was taking a shower on the second floor, when the original partner rushed in and slapped Yang Yun twice, Yang Yun was dragged out of the bathroom by the hair before Yang Yun could react.

"Don't you like to be seen by others, then go to the street and let everyone have a good look." The original partner said and dragged Yang Yun downstairs.

Yang Yun's legs were so frightened that she knew how tough this proprietress was.

Yang Yun desperately grabbed the fence on the second floor: "I won't go, I won't go."

While the two were pulling each other, Yang Yun accidentally pushed the original partner off the fence on the second floor. When the original partner fell from the second floor, his head hit a metal decorative platform on the ground, and he died on the spot up.

Before she died, her eyes were wide open, staring at Yang Yun viciously, Yang Yun was paralyzed with fright.

The result can be imagined, Yang Yun, who has no money and no power, meets the rich and powerful original spouse, and the other party directly upgrades her from manslaughter to intentional homicide.

In the presence of "personal evidence" and "material evidence", Yang Yun was sentenced to [-] years in prison.

When her mother found out about this, she collapsed on the bed; his father was so angry that he beat his chest and threatened to never have him as a daughter.

Yang Yun was thrown into prison in despair, but she didn't know until she got to the prison that this was just the beginning of another suffering.

Anyajie walked to Yang Yun's side: "Xiaoyun, are you okay?"

Anyajie still has a good impression of Yang Yun. This cowardly girl has a kind heart. Anyajie always remembers that this girl helped her when she first came here.

Yang Yun shook her head but did not speak.

Anyajie pursed her lips: "If you really can't bear it, I'll tell the officer for you."

Yang Yun quickly raised her head to look at Anyajie, a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

"You, what are you talking about, I don't understand." After speaking, he turned his head away.

Anyajie sighed and said nothing.

At this time, Zhang Shengnan was 830, whistling and passing by the two of them.

Anyajie looked at Zhang Shengnan's slightly wet short hair hanging down in front of his forehead, and his well-shaped sword-shaped eyebrows and long melon-seeded face. Those who didn't know really thought she was a man.

Zhang Shengnan was a well-known band guitarist before she was imprisoned. She has always followed the neutral route, being flamboyant and playful.

She went to jail because she killed someone while drunk driving, but instead of calling the police, she drove away.Later, the police found her based on surveillance, and Zhang Shengnan was sentenced to ten years in prison.

Because Zhang Shengnan was taught a lesson by Anyajie once, he never dared to trouble Anyajie again, so he continued to focus on Yang Yun.

Jingle Bell……

When the bell in the prison rings again, it means that it is time to sleep again.

Anyajie and other female prisoners lined up to enter the cell from the outside, and they would line up to go to the bathroom before going to bed.

Here, not only does your freedom not belong to you, but your time will never belong to you.

As soon as Anyajie sat on the bed, Zhang Shengnan walked in in a good mood, but Yang Yun who followed her looked sad, and there were even tears in her eyes.