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The spring sun slanted into the confinement room through the small window, gradually warming the wooden bed.

Shao Jun sucked his sore nose, woke up in a daze, opened his eyes, turned his head, and met the eyes of Luo Er Er who was staring at him.

The two lay side by side, each huddled under the big quilt, with hands and feet huddled together, eyes wide open.

Shao Jun's nose twitched, it was the sloppy feeling that the nasal mucous membranes were sore and over-stimulated after inhaling the cold wind and taking a cold breath, and then the nose was congested and runny.He tossed and tossed most of the night last night, listening to Luo Qiang talking up and down about those things in the past, he was dizzy, comforted and comforted, the quilt was not covered properly, and the early spring chill shone.

Shao Jun wiped his snot with his sleeve and snorted, "Are you alright?"

Luo Qiang snorted.The eyes were still swollen, like two walnuts. It was rare for San Mantou to see such a miserable look.

Shao Jun: "Then tonight, do you plan to continue to sleep in the confinement room, or where did you come from?"

Luo Qiang: "...I'll go back."

Shao Jun is satisfied, look at our appeasement work, it's so fucking efficient, and the second child of Tiansha Xing Luo in the third prison area was taken care of in one night, the third grandpa's work is simply too good, how popular I am!

Luo's second son doesn't piss on others, so he just obeys me!

The corners of Shao Jun's mouth curled up: "Success, then I'll make you some breakfast. I didn't eat all day yesterday. Eat well today."

Luo Qiang nodded and obeyed.

Luo Qiang actually woke up early.Shao Xiaosan'er fell asleep in a daze in the early morning, still snoring a little, snorting and snorting, it was so sweet, Luo Qiang woke up at that time.

Shao Jun was lying on his back, hanging by the bed, almost falling down.

Luo Qiang dragged the man in, and slept on his side against the corner of the wall. Then he covered Shao Junzai with a quilt carefully, and wrapped the man into a big round rice dumpling with stuffing.

With the moon-white light from the window, Luo Qiang just stared at Shao Jun sleeping like this, without taking his eyes off him, his heart sank little by little, like falling into a whirlpool, being swept away by the person in front of him... …

Luo Qiang returned to the prison cell, and ate the small stove brought to him by Mr. Shao to appease him—the shredded pork with Beijing sauce and roasted eggplant with garlic bought in the small restaurant downstairs from the office.

What he didn't expect was yet to come. He didn't expect that Shao Jun would drive into the city the next day wrapped in a uniform coat, sniffling, and find the boss of Luo's family.With a roll of toilet paper in his pocket, Shao Jun blew his nose all the way in the car.

There is only one fixed weekend in the prison every month, and relatives and friends are allowed to visit the prison.The schedule is then assigned to each brigade and cell number. Basically, every prisoner has to wait for a quarter or two before his family members come back.Because Luo Yong couldn't make it to the prison visit schedule, he could only send a letter to the second child, and handed a cigarette to the policeman in charge, please send a message to Luo Qiang from the prison, the old man of the Luo family is gone.

Luo Qiang knew he couldn't see him anymore, so he didn't ask Shao Jun too much.

It's useless to ask, the unfilial son has made a decision anyway, he couldn't stay by the bedside when his father was dying, and didn't watch the old man close his eyes.He also remembered what his father had said, that he would never forgive him, would never live with him, and treat him as his son.

Luo Qiang really did not expect that Shao Jun would go to his elder brother to talk about this matter.

Luo Qiang didn't know exactly what they talked about, how Third Master Shao made arrangements with the prison, and even talked through the head of the prison, and greeted everyone up and down.

The row of small locust trees downstairs in the dormitory in the prison area was blown green by the spring breeze, and the young leaves on the branches were shaking slightly in the wind, shaking off the ground in mourning.

That day was the seventh day after the old man of the Luo family passed away. Mr. Shao helped Luo Qiang organize a simple "burning seven" for the old man in the prison.

The old Beijingers in the city and some remote suburban counties pay attention to the old customs of funerals. They burn the "first seven" and "three sevens".Later, cremation was changed from burial to cremation, so there was less attention paid to it. After the funeral was restrained, it was directly sent to the funeral parlor for cremation.

Five or six black cars were parked at the gate of Qinghe Prison, with white flowers tied on the front windshield.

The boss of the Luo family was dressed in filial piety, holding the black and white portrait of Mr. Luo in his hand, and stepped into the big iron gate of the prison.

Behind Luo Yong, there were eight burly men, all of them wearing black pants, neat black suits, black leather shoes, and mourning on their left arms.Under the extremely vigilant gunpoint of the armed police soldiers on the wall, this group followed up the prison with their heads held high.

Under the supervision of several correctional policemen, Luo Qiang sat in the hut and waited.The hut is arranged like a simple mourning hall, and the portrait of Father Luo is placed in the middle.Outside the door, armed policemen with guns stood on several floors and surrounded them.

Following the group of people who came to express their condolences, there were a few bald-headed ones, and a few tattooed ones. It seemed that they were people with high rankings on the road.However, these people were very respectful and serious. They walked in silently carrying wreaths, lined up in front of the photo of the old man of the Luo family, bowed three times, bowed to Luo Yong who was sitting on the ground, and finally walked in front of Luo Qiang.

Those people respectfully called "Brother Qiang", bowed, said a few words, and took out the red envelopes for the funeral.

Luo Qiang waved his hand, but didn't accept it, and hugged those masters.

If the three sons of the Luo family were complete and could perform filial piety at the knees of the father when he was dying, the funeral should have been done like this: paste a red paper on the gate of the Luo family, report the funeral to relatives, friends and neighbors, and then put on the old man's clothes, pave the way. Covered with gold and silver, it is parked in the main house.

A simple spiritual shed was built in the courtyard to accept relatives and friends to pay homage, and burn paper-made dolls of chariots and horses.

On the eve of the funeral, the three sons should keep vigil in front of their father's spirit.On the day of the funeral, the guard of honor played and played, throwing paper money along the road. The sons, wearing filial hats and filial clothing, carried the coffin and walked all the way to the bustling traffic intersection to pay their respects.

On the day of the funeral, there was a saying, "The second son hugs the basin, and the elder one throws the basin".If Luo Qiang was here, he should hold the basin for his father, and let his elder brother break the basin on the road, which means to go to the safe, so that he can go back to the west.

But when Father Luo left, there was only one son by his side.The old man didn't see the third child he loves the most and the second child he taboos the most.

Luo Qiang sat cross-legged in front of his father's spirit, and asked the boss: "Before our father leaves, do you have something for me?"

Luo Yong opened his mouth and pondered for a while.

Luo Qiang's eyes suddenly turned cold, he turned his face sadly, and laughed at himself: "Oh, have nothing to say?... I know, the old man has nothing to say to me in this life."

Luo Yong said, "Yes, I have something to say."

Before Luo's father died, he told his boss to be steadfast, to be honest, to raise the children well, to take care of what should be taken care of, and to take care of what should be hurt, and to be soft-hearted and not soft-handed to the children, otherwise the children will not follow the right path in the future.

Luo's father kept talking about Xiao San'er again, where is my Xiao San'er, when will Xiao San'er be released from prison, when will she come back, when will she marry a wife and have a baby... Xiao San'er was sitting in the rattan chair happily I'm eating my fingers, and there are photos, so good...

Father Luo seemed to think of someone after reading the words "Big Daddy" and "Little Saner". He opened his mouth slightly and was stunned. His gray eyes stared blankly into the distance, and he didn't speak for a long time...

The old man closed his eyes, and said the last few words in a low voice before leaving, "I really regret that I didn't care much about him at that time, maybe look at him more, love that child more, take good care of him, and he won't That way...the child has not enjoyed the blessings with me, has not walked the right path, has not learned well, he does not owe me, I owe him..."

After hearing what his elder brother said, Luo Qiang buried his face deeply in his hands, with his forehead resting on his knees.

Shao Jun saw Luo Qiang's back trembling violently, desperately suppressing the hoarse voice in his throat, panting and choking in a rough voice like drowning and suffocating...

When Luo Qiang came out, he walked past Shao Jun, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Officer Shao, thank you."

Luo Qiang really didn't expect Shao Xiaosan'er to treat him like this.

What Shao Jun did was to use a knife to cut open the old scar on his heart that he was most reluctant to show to others, smash it to pieces, and then hold his flesh and blood... Here, squeeze hard, make him hurt, watch him bleed, cut off the carrion, and then let the wound heal slowly and grow new muscles...

This time, Shao Jun found an office in the prison and "fired seven" for Mr. Luo, because he made an exception for Luo Qiang and opened the back door.

The superintendent said to Shao Jun, "I said Comrade Xiao Shao, do you think it's appropriate for you to do this?"

Shao Jun said: "To deal with people like Luo Qiang, this is the right way to do it."

The superintendent shook his head: "Everyone in the whole superintendent knows the background of Luo's second child. That's right, this man is not an ordinary person. He is number one on the road. Let's treat such a person specially in private and give him some care. There must be a degree! You opened such an opening for him today. His family’s funeral has been sent to our prison area. What about the other prisoners? In the future, when someone’s father dies, they will all walk inside in sackcloth and filial piety Circle, is it like a story?!"

Shao Jun shrugged nonchalantly in front of the superintendent: "Whether it will succeed in the future, let's talk about the future. Which prisoner will die in the future...it depends on whose father it is."

Shao Jun has Xiao Jiujiu in his heart. To "clean up" a prisoner like Luo Qiang, force, prison rules, punishment, political classes, reasoning, hard and soft, all of these are useless; to deal with Luo Qiang, it is to attack the heart.

Luo Qiang is not monolithic.This type of person looks extremely cold and tough on the outside, but the more he is like this, he is actually very fragile in his heart. Peeling off that layer of skin, the inside is riddled with holes and scars, and there are weaknesses and soft spots everywhere.

Shao Sanye just wanted to poke Luo Qiang's soft spot, I will poke you where you are most uncomfortable and most afraid of pain.

Of course, for the other half of the reasons, Shao Jun didn't tell the chief of the prison honestly, and he couldn't tell anyone.

Every time he saw Luo Qiang submissive to him, he softened himself.Shao Jun couldn't explain that feeling, that taste, as if Luo Qiang's weakness was his own weakness.

He just likes to see Luo Er Er bow his head in front of him, confess cowardice, be honest, docile, remove the thick skin edges and corners all over his body, and then slowly emerge a smile from the corners of his eyes and mouth, saying nothing to him Poor, provocative, whatever.

When Luo Qiang occasionally laughed, deep lines appeared on his forehead and eyes, and every wrinkle exuded a very manly, masculine, vicissitudes, vulgar and heavy taste. The taste of time flowing out of the cracks in the blue bricks...

For Shao Jun, that smile is a kind of magic.

He began to peep and pay attention to Luo Qiang's expression every day.

He began to look forward to Luo Qiang grinning at him and showing his teeth every day.Big bastard surnamed Luo, come and laugh at Third Grandpa!

No wonder there is an old saying that money cannot buy a concubine to laugh.At that time, Third Master Shao felt that if he fed Luo Qiang a spicy rabbit head and duck neck every day, it would make Luo Qiang happy.

concubine?

your grandma's.

Whose daughter-in-law loves a concubine like Luo Qiang?From time to time, the bad temper comes up, the table is lifted and the stool is copied, and blood is seen when the hand is shot, who can bear it?

I can't bear it, but I still love it, I cherish my broom, and my own stinky child is also a treasure!

When Shao Jun really realized the twisted change in his mentality one day, he was already deeply obsessed with one person.