C6 Chapter 6

Hu Xiaocann suddenly woke up and saw a figure beside the bed. The sky was bright, and the window behind the figure had a faint green light in it.

"Who is it?" Xiaocan stretched his neck.

Hu Donghai was standing next to the bed, looking straight ahead.

"I... I'm sorry, Xiaocan." Hu Donghai's head drooped and his tensed body relaxed. "You scared me to death!"

"At six o'clock, I thought... you should continue to sleep... Go to sleep..." Hu Donghai staggered and turned around.

It was the prison rules to wake up at six o'clock in the morning and call the names. He worked like this every day. Everything was done in an orderly manner - work, roll call, let out the wind, roll call, eat, roll call, stop work, roll call, go to bed, roll call, wake up, roll call... day after day. It was watertight.

Xiaocan suddenly heard the sound of footsteps coming from the yard. He used the pillow to cover his head.

Hu Donghai was running. The sound of a horn came from his mouth. "Concede to the law. Your future is bright! Concede to the law, your future is bright!"

After running forty laps, the slogan became: "Reflect on yesterday, seize today, run to tomorrow!"

The prison environment was humid. If one did not strengthen their physical strength, they would collapse. Every day, he ran sixty laps in an open space the size of a basketball court. At night, after turning off the lights, he would do "three hundred five hundred" - five hundred pushups, five hundred squats, and five hundred sit-ups.

At this moment, the morning wind was blowing on his face, and the scene of the past flashed through his mind. When he saw the wall, he thought of the prison wall that was six meters tall. There was a watchtower every hundred meters. He even saw the sentry standing straight on the watchtower, and the spearhead of the rifle that was as tall as the sentry's shoulder.

The prison he was in held more than three thousand criminals. Most of them were sentenced to more than fifteen years. Among them were corrupt officials, those responsible for major accidents, the leaders of gangs, and even more criminals who were imprisoned for crimes such as robbery, rape, drug trafficking, and intentional murder. Hu Donghai had lived with those people for more than twenty years.

"Reflect on yesterday, seize today, run to..." His feet suddenly tripped. It was a protruding brick.

He suddenly thought of a past and became inexplicably excited. It was as if a song was echoing in his heart, urging him to find the meaning of this life.

Hu Donghai ran to the grocery store in the yard. He found a shovel and started digging in the southeast corner of the yard. Xiaocan was squatting under the roof in his pajamas. He brushed his teeth and looked at his uncle.

Hu Donghai dug out a box and wrapped it in oilcloth. This piqued Xiaocan's interest. He helped his uncle pull the box out.

There was a rusty iron lock on the box. Hu Donghai picked up a brick and was about to smash it when Xiaocan raised his hand and sternly stopped him.

Breaking the lock in front of the locksmith was a disgrace!

Xiaocan found a pencil and took a piece of paper. To deal with this B-class lock core, one only needed to tear the paper into strips and put it in a special groove. Then, he would sprinkle the pencil powder on it and insert it into the keyhole. The tenacity of the paper could be deformed along with the teeth of the lock and bite onto the teeth. After spinning for more than ten seconds, the lock opened.

This was actually a common method for thieves. Xiaocan did not use it because he hated thieves. However, he was in a hurry to deal with the rusty lock today. He had used it once in order to directly put the pencil powder into the lock.

He was full of anticipation and enthusiasm as he waited for Hu Donghai to open the box. There was a package in the box. It was sealed with oilcloth.

Hu Donghai could not wait to tear the oilcloth off. Five or six Motorola digitalized pager dropped out of the box. "We used to be the best weapons in the martial world. Six brothers and six pager. With a beep, we moved forward and retreated together." Xiaocan's eyebrows drooped. "What the hell? I don't understand at all."

Another bunch of cassette tapes fell out of his bag. The cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassette cassettes. Then two videos. They were "A Hero's Character," "A Hero's Character." "A Hero's Character," "" A Hero's Character, "" "A Hero's Character," "" A Hero's Character, "" "A Hero's Character," "" A Hero's Character, "" A Hero's Character.

Xiaocan's face was full of disbelief. He suddenly realized that his uncle's fingers were trembling in excitement, as if a shocking treasure was about to appear.

Hu Donghai took out another oilcloth bag from the depths of the oilcloth bag. It was a thick stack. Xiaocan's eyes widened.

Hu Donghai carefully opened the oilskin bag. There were dozens of celebrity posters. Xiaocan flicked his sleeves and left.

His uncle was holding a poster of an unknown aunt. He was filled with deep affection and endless disappointment. "Weng Meiling..." his uncle muttered to himself.

The dozens of posters were all the same person. Some were in ancient clothes, some were modern, some were smiling, some were melancholic, some were supporting their cheeks in deep thought, and some were small and reliable.

"On May 14th, 1985, she committed suicide by driving gas at home. I always wanted to go to Hong Kong to worship her, but I didn't expect that I would miss out on her for so many years..."

Hu Donghai pulled out a box of "The theme song of the Shooting Condor Heroes" from the cassette tape on the ground and opened the lyrics to read.

The song echoed at the end of the distant time. "I found you in the sea of people. Everything has changed. Ah, ah, ah... Life is rushed and there is love in the heart, this life has meaning, this life has meaning..."

Xiaocan could no longer hear his uncle's broken thoughts. He returned to his room, closed the door, and picked up his phone. "Hello? Jing Jing, I miss you... I am so worried right now, I am begging for help..."