Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: Seventy-first bowl of soup (2)

Seventy-second bowl of soup (2)

After the man nodded in anticipation, the corners of her mouth evoked a faint smile that could hardly be called a smile. "That's fine, you're not having a good time here."

The bruise on his face probably hasn't disappeared. Even if he can become strong with his fists, he still can't stand the challenge of countless people coming forward one after another. "I told you just now that I'm a doctor. I want to live here. I know the human body very well. You shelter me and I help you."

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

"What do you want me to help you with?" Qing Huan's eyes seemed to be able to speak, full of demagogic power. "Don't you have a lot of things you want to do?" Her hand slipped on the man's waist, "The bones here are so worn out, it must be difficult to maintain such strength, don't you need me to help you?"

The man's expression was embarrassed for a moment. He stared at Qinghuan, and thought about whether the deal was worth it or not, and then made a decision: "Yes."

But he added: "What's the use even if you can let me protect you? Sooner or later, I will be trampled into the dust, and at that time, you will still be reduced to—"

She was interrupted by Qing Huan before she finished speaking. Her voice was soft and firm, inexplicably making people think that as long as she said it, she would definitely succeed. "I don't need too long, I'll be strong 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 that kind of betrayal of her body to be attached to a man. She has to stand tall, then go back and get what she deserves . At this moment, the bright red tear mole under the corner of her eyes was extraordinarily coquettish, as if there was something miraculous in it. The bright red was clearly visible in the prison without electric lights at night. The man stared at the tear mole, feeling like 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 whispers but no sound of doing business, the three women below felt very strange, the man jumped down and glared at them: "No one is allowed to talk about tonight's affairs. ."

Not allowed to speak? Not allowed to say anything? The three women looked at each other.

In fact, if a man wants to go back now, Qing Huan must not resist, but he thinks of the determination and viciousness in Qing Huan's eyes. No matter how beautiful such a woman is, he doesn't want to touch it. She is like a poisonous snake, no matter how beautiful her appearance is, Get close enough and you'll die at her hands. What's more, his situation is indeed very difficult as she said. In order not to become a muddy mud that everyone tramples on in the future, he might as well try it first. If she can't produce value as she said, he will kill her. It doesn't matter.

Mixed zone, a dead woman couldn't be more commonplace.

"Don't touch her without my permission in the future."

Hearing this, the fat women were stunned. They originally wanted to see such a little beauty being tortured and bruised, but what's the situation now? Did the man suddenly know what Lianxiang Xiyu wrote? This has never happened before!

What do they think the man doesn't care, they pushed open the prison door and left, Qing Huan sat up from the top bunk, she was no longer the weak and pitiful look she had when she first entered the prison in the afternoon, but her eyes were full of With a little bit of malice, "In the days to come, please give me more advice."

She looks so beautiful, as clean as the bright moon in the night, but the smile on her face is chilling, it seems... not as it seems, kind and gentle to the bones, not even a little temper .

She is gentle and approachable without provoking her. She is considerate and reassuring, but once her bottom line and principles are touched, she will show no mercy.

Although she is in prison, she still has time to live. If the woman who goes out is an old, tired and scarred woman, 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 knock her down, and even made her fighting spirit soaring, and she didn't even have time to feel sorry for herself, but immediately threw herself into the problem of survival go.

She will live, and will live well, not only for justice, but also for life. She couldn't 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.

The eyes of fat women and others who see Qinghuan are immediately different. In the mixed zone, in addition to venting their desires, women are tools for men to show their masculine power, even if they are like fat women. It can't be avoided either.

The hypocritical strong is most keen to bully the weak, and the real strong simply disdain it.

Qing Huan jumped from the top bunk, it was strange to say that she didn't know where the confidence in her heart came from. The top bunk was at least two meters from the ground. Injuried.

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

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

If someone hurts her, she doesn't say it's very rewarding, but at least she wants some justice. This loss can't be eaten in vain, right? The wound on her arm is still aching now.

The fat woman dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and gritted her teeth to climb the bunk. Unfortunately, this ladder has been in disrepair for a long time. It would be better for a lighter person to climb. However, she had good luck and nothing happened during the climb up. Unfortunately, she just breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to lie down, but it was a tragedy. The woman who was thinner in comparison almost vomited blood.

Qing Huan chuckled, and her mood finally improved a lot. She had already seen that there was a problem with the upper bunk over there, and she definitely couldn't support the fat woman's weight. This fall knocked the fat woman into a mess, she stood up in a dizzy manner, and with a fierce look in her eyes, she was about to settle the account. While playing, he looked at the fat woman with a smile, as if she dared to come over, she would be able to stab her to death.

The hearts of those who have just entered prison are relatively soft, or rather cowardly. The fat woman dares to bully Qinghuan so unscrupulously, just because she looks weak and weak, and it's hard to breathe, but once Qinghuan gets tough, she Cowardly.

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

The night in the prison was not easy. It was pitch black. Only the bed board and the walls gave off an unpleasant musty odor. The bedding had not been sunburned for many years, and it was full of dirt. If this is not hell, where is it?

But Qing Huan fell asleep.

In her dream, she saw a completely different self. A person dressed in ancient costumes, with blue silk up to the waist, and a very beautiful and vulgar self. If there is something different that makes her think something is wrong, it is that the other party's expression and eyes are completely different from the cowardly and timid self who has lived for more than 20 years. That kind of power and indifference is what she desperately wants to learn and obtain. She has never known what kind of person she wants to be, and 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 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 you 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 consisted of very simple white porridge, pickles and steamed buns. The steamed buns were small and wrinkled. There was one female prisoner and two male prisoners.

She sat down in front of the man yesterday with her dinner plate. The man was biting the steamed bun. Seeing her sitting down in front of her, she probably didn't expect that she would recognize herself and looked up at her. Pan pushed in front of him.

Two steamed buns, I can't eat enough for a man, so he is not polite. Qing Huan only drank white porridge. She does not dislike food. The fact is that she is very happy to have food when she is hungry. The thing is, although these meals are not fresh, they can at least satisfy their stomachs. She said softly, "It doesn't look like you're having a good time 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 hold a place with his fists, but now, he is getting old, and there are too many people with active minds. At least the injury on his body wasn't any better. The most important thing was that even during breakfast, Qing Huan noticed that there were many malicious eyes fixed on the two of them.

So she added: "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 it, but the viciousness in his bones is not lost to anyone.