He did know a lot, but the information was too old. I couldn't help but say, "Wheat has been fired, and Old Dog died two days ago. Only Brick is living a comfortable life. This shows that fools have good fortunes."
"What, the old dog died?!" The big man stared, "Chenggao also has a death? Who did it?"
"Shi Dong." I knew the big man had never heard of this name, but I said it anyway: "He was stabbed to death with a dagger."
"Shi Dong?!" The big man was shocked. "Is it the guy in the cage next door who is always being beaten?"
"Ah?!" When I heard that Shi Dong was always beaten, I got anxious and asked quickly, "What's going on?"
"The cage next door." The big man pointed to the other side of the wall. "The prisoners in there are all vicious murderers. Shi Dong is the youngest in there, so he is bullied a lot. He has to do 500 squats a day before he can rest. In addition, he is not allowed to use the potty, so he has to pee and poop in his pants. What a poor kid. He has been tortured to death in just a few days."
"Brother." I tremblingly took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to him: "Can you help him? He is my friend!"
"It's just a matter of words. No need." The big man pushed my cigarette away, walked to the cage door and shouted, "Second brother, second brother?!"
A hoarse voice came from the cage next door: "Ma Wulong, what's wrong with you again?"
"Stop bullying the guy named Shi Dong in your cage. I have a new little brother here, he's Shi Dong's friend!"
The cage next door was silent for a while, and then the hoarse voice sounded again: "What should we do with this boredom?"
Ma Wulong yelled, "If you're bored, go play with your own dick. What's the point of bullying other people's kids?"
I also ran over and called out twice: "Shi Dong, Shi Dong?"
After a while, a faint voice came: "Rat?"
"It's me, it's me." I quickly took out the pack of cigarettes and threw it to the cage next to me. "Big brothers, you guys can smoke this pack of cigarettes first, and please take care of my friend, he's already pitiful enough."
"Hey, pitiful? Who living here isn't pitiful? Who won't be shot in a few days?" However, a skinny hand still stretched out from the cage, took the box of cigarettes in, and then said: "Throw a lighter over here."
Bad Youth
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