Wu Wenjian: Coming out of prison----split

"Out of Prison——Split"

Wu Wenjian

Do people live more happily or have more troubles? What is the purpose of human life? Live, live, the longer you live, the less you understand. Maybe life is just a feeling, existing for the sake of virtualization.

Prison is scary. Once you get used to it and adapt to the environment, you will not be able to adapt when you return to society. It seems that prison is your haven. I have met many people who entered the palace in the second attack, third move, and fourth move. They are aware of this in their chats, but they all hope to get out early.

As soon as I got out of prison, food, medicine, and how to make money were all urgent matters. It doesn't matter if you only eat for ten and a half days. You have to make money little by little. After being locked up in there for many years, you have to think carefully. Even if you plan to go into the underworld, you have to weigh it carefully and not go in as the criterion.

When it comes to pampering, of course, most of the time it’s a mistress, and it’s slightly better if you have a wife. Gun hunting is actually a problem. Although gun resources are not scarce at all. From cities to counties, you can sneak out with just a few coins, but some people's guns are already rusty or scrapped. Looking at the door with excitement makes people scratch their heads and scratch their heads.

People who have just come out have more or less problems with guns. After polishing the guns, it may take a long or short time, and some people will stop completely. After being imprisoned for more than ten years, one person was released for several months, and we invited him to dinner. We were walking on the street, and in front of us was a young woman, who twisted her hips very sexyly. I turned my head and looked at this guy. His eyes were like iron hooks, trying to hook the buttocks of the woman in front of him. His eyes were so cruel and lustful that it was terrifying. I told him, have you come out to take a nap? He said, I am impotent and can no longer survive. When he said this, his expression was as bitter as a bitter cauliflower, and tears seemed to overflow all over his body.

There is also a buddy who has been in prison for more than ten years. He has just been released. Several inmates who were close to him in the past have to help him, buy clothes, rub sex in restaurants, and drink wine. Have a drink, then take a bath and walk around.

This guy stayed in the pao room for a long time, and the other guys were still waiting to chat. The guy who paid the bill couldn't hold it in any longer, so he knocked on the door and went in to take a look. He was lying on the bed, smoking leisurely. When the young lady saw the boss paying the bill coming, she seemed to have seen a savior. She said helplessly: Brother, can I stop earning this money? Your friend can't deliver the goods no matter what, he just won't come out, he's exhausted!

After being in prison for a long time, it is sometimes awkward to interact with people in society. It is not a system---many people don't understand what is inside and outside. People in society think that those who have been imprisoned for many years may be a little stupid and have not kept up with the times. In fact, life in prison is richer, more direct, and can train people in all aspects.

The hearts of those in prison are complicated, they are sensitive and have low self-esteem, and on the other hand they are arrogant or confident. In short, they are quite divided. Having said that, humans themselves are complex animals. In an era of overwhelming materialistic desires, where the satisfaction of desires is the guide or standard for behavior, who would not be divided?

As mentioned above, when other people find young ladies, it is not a matter of privacy, it is human nature. Let me tell you something about a girl I like. I just came back for more than a year and worked in an advertising company, doing conferences and outdoor activities for Intel Corporation. I often visited four and five-star hotels. When I first came back, the prison and historical atmosphere had not faded away, and I had no money. How could I dare to ask for a wife? It was quite contradictory at the time.

In 1997, I went to Shenyang with my colleagues. When we first arrived in Shenyang, I didn’t feel that it was that good. All cities in China are similar. However, I met her in Shenyang. Because of her, I have an indelible love for Shenyang, and even the Shenyang dialect sounds very cordial.

She worked at the Traders Hotel. We brought a lot of things that time and needed to put them in one room, so the hotel put our belongings in a small room in the banquet hall on the second floor. My friend talked to her when I went to look for something in that room. I didn't pay attention to her, and the room was dark. As I was hunching over looking for something, my friend said: Let me introduce it to you. I hunched over and turned my head to look back, and at this glance, the spark of love was ignited. From then on I believed in love at first sight.

When I came out of the hotel, I had nothing to do. I saw a lotus seed vendor selling lotus seeds on the roadside. I knew lotus seeds were delicious when I was a kid, but I had never eaten them.

So I bought two and sat on the iron railings on the side of the road while eating and watching the street scene. She came out, walked over to me with a smile and said, "What are you eating? Give me something to eat." I said sheepishly, "I've run out of food. I'll buy it for you." She grabbed me when I turned around. She touched my wrist and said, "No, no need." She used a lot of force, but I felt an electric current that opened my heart.

That’s how we got to know each other. Since then, I have been to Shenyang more than ten times, and our relationship has become deeper. Even the girls in the hotel know how close our relationship is.

The happiness of love is the same.

Love is always accompanied by sadness. Then came the day she left China. I spent the first two days with her in Beijing. During these two days, I was in pain and didn't like to talk. I saw my precious things leaving and I couldn't take them back. She can see my heart, and the reason why I still like her is because we don’t communicate through words, we understand each other through each other’s eyes and movements.

In the past two days, she deliberately made me happy. I knew that her sister passed away from leukemia a month ago, and I understood what she meant. She said to me: "I know now that you are such an introvert." The more she behaved like this, the more painful I became and the more speechless I became.

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The most painful thing is on the way to the airport. I really wish that time would stop here, even if the road to the airport is longer. My sadness rubbed off on her, though she still made me laugh.

Lovers breaking up at the airport is a plot in literature and movies. Many of the paths I have taken in life are plots in literature and movies. All the sad stories were fucking gifted to me.

It was still early, so we were drinking tea in the cafe on the second floor. She still made me happy and asked me to go abroad. My current memory is that she always kept saying: "I really want to put you in my suitcase and take you away." When the airport prompted to start checking in, the ticket was checked. She said to me, don't laugh at me. . . She took out a lot of money from her pocket and said, "It's useless for me to have this money." At this time, I said angrily: "No, no!" At the same time, I also realized that she had no chance to be with China. It was because of this money that I yelled at her for the first time and even argued when we got off the elevator. Everyone else looks at us. Finally, she took it back.

At the end of the line, she forced herself to smile and said, "I can put you in a box and take you away." However, I saw tears in the corners of her eyes. When everyone else walked into the airport and it was just us, we had to hug. . .

In the first few years, we corresponded and called each other frequently. She always asked me to go abroad. She often said to me on the phone: I see those painters selling small paintings (actually Chinese paintings) on the street, such as small butterflies and small flowers and grass. They can sell them for ten pounds, which is really good. . . I really understand what she's thinking. She also chatted with those painters, and she also visited some galleries in the UK. She always complained to me that other people's paintings were all sunny, but your paintings were all bloody and it was too sad. She also enlightened me many times: forget the past.

The contrast between ideals and reality is so cruel. Asking what love is in the world, it only teaches you whether life or death is mutual. This "love" is not just love between men and women!

--September 2918