No one knows what's going on in the laundry room.

Everyone knows what's going on in the laundry room.

Gordon Freeman didn't go to comfort Rohard. He knew that comfort was meaningless and had nothing to do except make the victim think "why me".

It took Rohard a whole week to stop limping.

One day, prisoners voluntarily pulled out weeds on the playground.

Freeman squatted on the ground, pulling weeds and leaning towards Rohard.

"We call them brothers Jack."

Freeman held his sleeves and grabbed a handful of weeds with his black hands. He squinted his eyes in the distance in the sunshine and looked at the gay trio who pulled weeds in the distance: "Because the big man said he had lived in the same community with Leonardo, and he was a gay."

Rohard responded to his silence, and his hands dyed with crushed green juice continued to pull the weeds.

"You will be able to leave here in less than six months, and it's not worth getting involved with these bad kids." Freeman patted Rohard on the shoulder and returned to his position.

Two days later, Rohad met the possum and bought only a pack of cigarettes.

After the cigarette was delivered, Rohard gave it to Freeman. Freeman said thank you and took the cigarette.

This means they will be friends for the next six months.

Although Rohard stayed silent most of the time, it happened that Freeman loved to share his experience.

For example, when he first came, he would carve marks on the wall every day. With the calendar, he would no longer do this, and the marks were also hidden under the calendar.

Rohard lifted the calendar and there were dozens of marks on the aging lead-colored wall. His palms brushed on them and mud fell down.

"This prison has been around for a long time." Freeman replied to Rohad's gaze, raising his finger to shake: "I know what you are thinking, don't even think about it."

He tapped the thick wall with his knuckles, and the dull feedback told Rohard the answer.

"Oh by the way, if that guy on the possum wants to hint you, 'I need a little spoon for meals' or something, ignore him, we all know that his house runs a kitchenware store."

Freeman's words might have dispelled something, maybe not.

Because Rohard's sentence is only six months.

Freeman envied Rohard, who had thirty-four six months to leave here.

"I almost forgot what the city looks like...those newspapers never show us," Freeman said.

The high walls blocked their view from looking outside, allowing them to enjoy a moment of freedom, only the sky when venting the wind and the rare voluntary work out.

Many people here deserve it and deserve it even to be seen in the sky.

But Freeman doesn't think he's included.

"A group of idiots got into my parade. They beat people and smashed shops and robbed things. I tried to stop them but they didn't listen to me... I even saw white people creeping in. In the end, the perpetrators and criminals were left outside, and I was only caught and ridiculed by the newspapers, saying, 'Look, he is the leader who led the black riot'"

Freeman said this like a sad old man.

Not only was he sad because he was imprisoned, but what made him sad was the distortions and misunderstandings he suffered.

Late one night, the extremely sad Freeman awakened Rohard and told him that he had squeezed his inner depression for more than ten years: "They raised us in captivity. Let us only become athletes and stars, not let us learn, and isolate our way to ascend..."

Freeman seemed to have drunk too much that night and said many dreamy words. The next day he seemed to have forgotten about it, but the relationship between the two became better.

Rohard would occasionally speak, but sometimes it made Freeman feel like he was flirting.

Time passed day by day. Putting aside the fact that Rohard was a gay man, Freeman began to like this new inmate. And as time went by, Freeman discovered that Smith was not a gay man-

"Brother Jack is fed up with the old and old, maybe they are no longer interested in you." Freeman could only comfort him like this.

In any case, although Rohard was still taciturn, his condition was better every day than the previous day.

More importantly, he is losing weight.

Four months passed, Rohard was about to return to his condition when he first came in and was about to be released from prison, until the gay trio came to him again.

Rohard, who had lost nearly 20 pounds, was unable to fight, and he was taken to the laundry again... Freeman learned the news and brought a bunch of old brothers to the scene when he came.

Freeman was about to warn Rohard, but he stopped him.

More than a dozen days later, the recovered Rohard attacked Jack brothers while they were alone.

Two people were beaten to concussions.

At the cost, Rohard's sentence was also put into a separate cell with five years, five days of a small dark room and potential violence.

When Freeman saw him again, he called him a fool, and Rohard was dull.

His mood was much lower.

Freeman knew that this was the sequelae of being locked up in a small dark room and it took a long time to recover.

Rohard was lucky. Not long after, the prison came to a voluntary work. Although he had no money to get, he was able to leave the prison for a short time and go outside.

Freeman was selected for Rohard, and he was too old to do nothing.

With handcuffs and losing weight, Rohard stood in the open-pit mine and looked at the urban agglomeration in the distance.

Something is taking root in his heart.

In the afternoon, they returned to the cramped and closed prison. Rohard happened to see an old prisoner being carried onto a stretcher and sent to an ambulance.

Freeman surrounded him and said to Rohard, who was walking, "A poor old guy... you must not think about how many years he has been imprisoned. Forty years... he has been out of touch with the world, and he doesn't even know who Michael Jackson is."

Rohard said nothing.

The next day, he ordered a spoon from the possum.

Every once in a while, Rohard would ask for a spoon, and his body became thinner and thinner.

"You're too thin now..." Freeman sometimes said worriedly when he saw him.

This lasted for two full years. One day two years later, Freeman heard that the possum sold a set of Rohard's T-shirt and jeans.

The next day, Rohard took the initiative to find him.

He realized something.

"I wish you success... and I don't want to see you again." Freeman hammered Rohard's shoulder.

That night, listening to the snoring of a less new inmate in his ears, Freeman put his arm on his back and quietly wondered if Rohard had seen the moonlight tonight.

No dreams all night.

The next morning, a harsh alarm sounded over the prison.

The awakened prisoners squeezed in front of the iron railing and asked, knowing that someone had dug a hole and escaped from prison last night, and the cheers almost lifted the prison's depressing ceiling.

Thirty kilometers away from the prison, a thin figure wearing a T-shirt and jeans was running towards the urban agglomeration not far away.

Now, Rohard no longer needs to choose.

Because he found the meaning of life.

【Main task completed】
Chapter completed!