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Chapter 828 23. Famous Screenwriter Transparent Bridge, One Chapter to Solve the Duplicate

No one knows what happened 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 it was useless except to make the victim think "why me".

It took a full week for Rohard to stop walking with a limp.

One day, the prisoners were obliged to pull weeds on the playground.

Freeman crouched on the ground pulling weeds and leaning towards Rohard.

"We call them Brother Jack."

Freeman rolled his sleeves, grabbed a handful of weeds in his black hands, squinted his eyes and looked at the trio of homosexuals pulling weeds in the distance under the glare of the sun: "Because the big man said that he once lived in the same community as Leonardo , and he's a gay."

Rohard responded silently, and continued to pick up the weeds with his hands stained with crushed green juice.

"You can leave here in less than six months, it's not worth getting involved with these bad boys." Freeman patted Rohard on the shoulder, and returned to his seat.

At lunch two days later, Rohard met the possum and only bought a pack of cigarettes.

When the pack of cigarettes arrived, Rohard gave it to Freeman.Freeman said thank you and took the pack of cigarettes.

That meant they were friends for the next six months.

Although Rohard remained silent for the most part, it happened that Freeman liked to share his experiences.

For example, when he first came here, he carved marks on the wall every day. With the calendar, he no longer did so, and the marks were hidden under the calendar.

Rohard opened the calendar, and there were dozens of scratches on the aging lead-colored wall.With the palm of your hand brushing it up, the mud and stones rustled down.

"This prison has been around for a long time." Freeman answered Rohard's gaze, raised his finger and shook: "I know what you're thinking, don't even think about it."

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

"Oh, by the way, if that possum guy is trying to hint at you and say 'I need a spoon for dinner' or something, ignore him, we all know his family owns a kitchen store."

Freeman's words may or may not have dispelled something.

Because Rohard's sentence was only six months.

Freeman envied Rohard, who had 34 six months to go.

"I almost forgot what the city looked like ... the newspapers were never shown to us," Freeman said.

The high wall blocks their view of the outside, and the only thing that allows them to enjoy a moment of freedom is the sky during the wind and the rare time to go out to do voluntary work.

Many here deserve what they deserve, not even being able to see the sky.

But Freeman doesn't feel included.

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

Freeman said it like a grieving old man.

He is not only saddened by being in prison, but even more saddened by the distortions and misunderstandings he has suffered.

Late one night, Freeman, who was extremely sad, woke up Rohard and confide to him the distress that had been squeezing his heart for more than ten years: "They kept us in captivity. They made us only athletes and stars, prevented us from studying, and isolated us from rising. the way……"

That night, Freeman seemed to have drunk too much, and said a lot of words in his sleep.He seemed to have forgotten about it the next day, but the relationship between the two became better.

Rohard would occasionally speak, too, but sometimes it made Freeman think he was flirting.

Time passed day by day.Putting aside the fact that Rohard is gay, Freeman began to like this new cellmate.And as time went by, Freeman discovered that Smith was not gay——

"Brother Jack likes the new and hates the old, maybe they are no longer interested in you." Freeman can only comfort him in this way.

In any case, although Rohard remains reticent, each day is better than the day before.

What's more, he's slimming down.

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

Rohard, who had lost nearly 20 pounds, was hard to fight, and he was taken into the laundry again... When Freeman got the news and brought a group of old brothers, everything was over.

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

Ten days later, the recovered Rohard attacked Brother Jack while they were alone.

Two people were hit with concussions.

As a price, Rohard added five years to his sentence, five days in a dark room and potential violence in solitary confinement.

When Freeman saw him again, he yelled at him as an idiot, and Rohard was depressed.

His mood has dropped a lot.

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.It didn't take long for the prison to usher in a voluntary job. Although there was no money to take, he was able to leave the prison for a short time to go outside.

Rohard was drafted into it, and Freeman was eager too, but he was too old for anything.

Wearing shackles, Rohard, who has lost a whole circle, stands in the open pit, looking at the distant city group.

Something is taking root in his heart.

In the afternoon, they returned to the cramped and closed prison.Rohard happened to see an elderly prisoner being loaded onto a stretcher and taken to an ambulance.

Surrounded by Freeman, he said to Rohard who was coming: "A poor old guy...you must not dare to think how many years he has been imprisoned. For 40 years...he has been out of touch with the world, even Michael Jackson doesn't know anyone."

Rohard said nothing.

The next day, he ordered a spoon from Possum.

Every once in a while, Rohard would ask for a spoon, and his figure was getting thinner and thinner.

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

This situation lasted for two full years.One day, two years later, Freeman heard that Possum had sold Rohard a set of T-shirts and jeans.

The next day, Rohard came to him on his own initiative.

What did he realize.

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

That night, listening to the not-so-new grunts of his inmates, Freeman rested his arms on his head and quietly wondered if Rohard had seen the moonlight tonight.

A night without dreams.

Early the next morning, a shrill siren sounded over the prison.

The awakened prisoners huddled in front of the iron bars and asked, knowing that someone dug a hole to escape last night, and the cheers almost lifted the oppressive ceiling of the prison.

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

Now, Rohard no longer had to choose.

Because he found the meaning of life.

[The main task has been completed]

(End of this chapter)