"How much does it cost to do something like this?"
I asked, and I began to enjoy his quiet, low-key attitude.If you're like me, you've spent ten years in prison, and you're terribly tired of people who love to growl, brag, and have big mouths.So, so to speak, I liked Andy from the first time we met."
You can buy it at any shop that sells stones and jade, and it costs eight yuan," he said, "but of course I understand that you have to add a little commission to what you handle—" "Normally it's ten percent, but I have to raise the price of dangerous goods a little more."
It's not so easy to get what you want, so it's good to think about ten dollars. ”"That's ten dollars."
I looked at him and smiled."
Do you have ten bucks?""
Yes."
He said calmly.It was a long time before I found out that he had at least $500, which he had brought in when he was in prison.Everyone goes through a check-up when they go to jail, and they force you to bend down and take a closer look at a certain part of you.However, there is a lot of space in that area, and there is still a way for determined people to hide from the world, and the things are stuffed straight in, and they can't even be seen on the surface, unless the person who happens to check on you is actually in the mood to put on rubber gloves and dig inside."
Very well," I said, "you should know what to do if what I gave you is discovered, right?"
”"I think I should know."
I could tell from the change in his eyes that he had already guessed what I was going to say.There was a hint of mocking humor in his eyes."
If you're caught, say you found it yourself.They'll keep you in confinement for three or four weeks......
And, of course, your toys will be confiscated and will leave a stain on your record.But if you say my name, you won't want to do business with me again, not even a pair of shoelaces or a pack of cigarettes.I'll send someone to give you a little color to see.I don't like violence, but you have to understand my situation, I can't just put people in a way so that I can't get mixed up in the future?
”"I understand, you don't have to worry.""
I've never been worried," I said, "and in a place like this, worrying doesn't help." ”He nodded and walked away.Three days later, taking advantage of the morning break from doing laundry, he walked up to me.He didn't talk to me, he didn't even look at me, but he unwittingly shoved me a neatly folded bill with the neatness of a magician's poker trick.This guy learns fast.I got him a hammer, exactly the size and appearance he described.I hid a hammer in my cell for one night, it wasn't like an escape tool, and I guess it would take about six hundred years to dig a tunnel with such a hammer, but I was still a little uneasy.Because if he sticks this thing in someone's head, he'll never want to listen to pop songs on the radio again, and Andy has always had a bad relationship with those gays, and I hope they're not the ones he really wants to hammer.In the end, I trust my own judgment.The next morning, before the wake-up call rang, I hid the hammer in a cigarette case and held it to Ernie, a model prisoner who had been cleaning the aisles of the Fifth Ward until his release in 1956.Without saying a word, he quickly slipped the hammer into his jacket, and for nineteen years I did not see it again, and by the time I saw it again, it was worn out to the point of being useless.The following Sunday, Andy walked up to me again on the playing field.He looked miserable, his lower lip was swollen like a sausage, his right eye was swollen and he couldn't open it, and he had a series of scrapes on his cheek.He had another conflict with the "sisters," but he never mentioned it."
Thank you for the tools."
He said and left.I looked at him curiously.He walked a few steps, saw something on the ground, and bent down to pick it up.It was a small rock.The prison gown had no pockets (with the exception of the overalls worn by the prisoners who worked as mechanics in the workplace), but there was always a way to think about it, so the little stone disappeared into Andy's sleeve and never fell off, which is really admirable......
I also admire him for continuing to live his life despite all the troubles he encountered, but not by the thousands of other people in the world, who are unwilling or unable to do so, many of whom are not in prison at all, but still do not know how to live.I also noticed that even though Andy's face revealed that he was in trouble, his hands were still as clean as usual and his nails were neatly trimmed.For the next six months, I saw him very little.Andy was locked in solitary confinement for a while.At this point, I would like to talk about some things about "sisters".There are many different names for such people, such as "Bull Freak" or "Cell Susie" and so on – the popular phrase lately is "Killer Queen", but at Shawshank, they are always referred to as "sisters".I don't know why, but I guess it's nothing different except for the name.--------------- The Shawshank Redemption, chapter 2 (3), --------------- most people are no longer surprised by sodomy, except perhaps for some new inmates, especially young inmates who are unfortunate enough to be handsome and unalert.But homosexuality, like heterosexuality, comes in hundreds of different forms.Some people, unable to tolerate sexless life, turn to men in prison so as not to go mad themselves.Usually there is some kind of arrangement between two men who are originally heterosexual, although I often wonder if they will really be heterosexual when they return to their wives and girlfriends one day, as they say they are.There are also those who "convert" their sexual orientation while in prison.It is now fashionable to say that they have become homosexuals, or have "come out".And most of these gay men play the role of women, and they are very popular.So there was this group of "sisters".They are to the small society of prisons what rapists are to the large society outside the walls.They are often long-term offenders of the most heinous crimes, and their prey is young, emaciated and inexperienced prisoners......
Or, in Andy's case, a prisoner who looks effeminate.The narrow passages behind the showers, washing machines, and sometimes even the infirmary became their hunting grounds.On more than one occasion, the rape took place in a movie screening room the size of a closet at the back of the auditorium.In many cases, they don't have to be violent to get their way, because inmates who turn gay after being imprisoned always seem to be infatuated with one of the "sisters", like a teenage girl who is obsessed with a star or a pop star idol.But for these sisters, the joy lies in the use of violence......
And I guess that part will never change.Because Andy was relatively short and handsome, perhaps because of his characteristic calm demeanor, he was taken by the sisters as soon as he came in.If I'm talking about fairy tales, I'll tell you that Andy resisted until they stopped.I'd love to say that, but I can't.Prisons are not fairy tales in the first place.The first time he had an accident was in the bathroom less than three days after he joined our Happy Shawshank family.As far as I can tell, it was just a series of teasing and insults.Those people like to play tricks on their prey before they take real action, like a jackal trying to test whether its prey is really as weak as it seems.Andy fought back hard and cracked the lip of the big guy named Boggs Diamond, and the guards rushed in time to stop the two sides from making further moves, but Boggs swore that he had to catch Andy, and he did what he said.The second time happened behind the laundry room.Over the years, a lot had happened in that long, dirty passage, and the guards knew about it all, but they let it go.It's dark, with bags of laundry detergent, bleach and buckets of hexlite, a trademark of the composites giant Hexcel.Catalysts, if your hands are dry, they won't hurt much, but if they get wet, these chemicals can kill you like acid in batteries.The prison guards don't like to come here, and they warn newcomers not to come here, because if you are trapped in this place by prisoners, you have no way back, and you don't even have enough room to fight.Boggs wasn't there, but Henry Byker, who had been a foreman in the laundry room since 1922, told me that four of Boggs' friends were there.Andy initially held a bowl of hexlite in his hand, keeping them from approaching, and he threatened to throw the catalyst in their eyes if they came any closer.But Andy accidentally fell as he stepped back, and they swarmed up.I think the meaning of the term "gangbang" will never change, and that's exactly what these four sisters did to him.They pressed Andy to the gearbox and pointed a screwdriver at his temple to force him into submission.There will be a little wound after being raped, but it is not too serious.Is this my experience, you ask?
- I hope not.You'll be bleeding for a few days afterwards, and if you don't want some boring clown to ask if you're menstruating, put a few extra pieces of toilet paper in your pants.Usually the bleeding stops after two or three days, unless they treat you in a more unnatural way.However, although there is no major damage to the body, rape is rape after all, and when you look at your face in the mirror afterwards, you will think about how you will see yourself in the future.Andy went through these things alone, just as he went through everything else alone in those days.He must have come to the conclusion that there were only two ways to deal with this group of sisters, either to fight hard and be defeated, or to admit it from the beginning.He decided to fight them.When Boggs and two of his accomplices tailgated Andy a week later, Andy returned fire with Ernie just around the corner.According to Ernie, Boggs said at the time: "I heard you're broken. ”Andy breaks the nose of a guy named Lust, a stout farmer who is in jail for beating his stepdaughter to death.I'd love to tell you that he later died here.The three of them teamed up to subdue him, taking turns raping him, and then forcing Andy to his knees.Boggs stood in front of him, and he had a razor with a pearl handle engraved with the words "Diamond Pearl" engraved on the handle.He opened the razor and said, "I'm going to unzip it now, Mr.
Man, if I want you to swallow something, you have to swallow it for me."
When you're done swallowing what I've given you, you're going to have to swallow Lust's stuff, and you've broken his nose, and you should make it up to him. ”Andy said, "If you put anything in my mouth, you're going to lose that thing." ”Ernie said Boggs looked at Andy and thought he was crazy."
No," he said slowly, as if Andy were a stupid child, "you didn't understand what I said.If you dare to do that, I'll stick this eight-inch thing in your ear, you know?
”"I understand what you're saying, but I don't think you understood me.As soon as you put anything in my mouth, I'll bite it off.You can stick a knife in my head, but you should understand that when a person has a sudden and severe trauma to his brain, he will pee and shit at the same time......
And bite down vigorously. ”--------------- The Shawshank Redemption, chapter 2 (4)--------------- Andy looked up at Boggs with his usual smile on his face, and Ernie described it as if the three of them were just talking to him about stocks and bonds, as if he was still working in a bank, wearing a three-headed suit instead of kneeling on the dirty floor of the laundry room, his pants down to his ankles, and drops of blood running down his thighs."
In fact," he continued, "I just know that the reflex to bite down is sometimes so intense that you have to use a shovel or a drill to pry his jaw open afterwards." ”As a result, on that night in February 1948, Boggs did not dare to put anything in Andy's mouth, nor did Luster, and as far as I know, no one will dare to do so.The three of them beat Andy so hard that they almost killed him; And all four of them were locked up for a while.Andy and Luster were first taken to the prison's infirmary for treatment.How many times have these guys troubled him?
I do not know.I think Luster lost interest in him very early, and he had to splint the bridge of his nose for a whole month, which would make a person lose his appetite.That summer, Boggs stopped bothering him.That's a strange thing.One morning in early June, when Boggs didn't come out for breakfast, they found him half beaten to death and lying dying in his cell.He didn't say who did it or how it happened, but in my line of work, I know that you can buy the prison guards to do almost anything, as long as you don't want them to bring guns in for the prisoners.Their salaries weren't high then, and they weren't high now, and there were no electric door locks, no CCTV or a central system to monitor the entire prison.In 1948, each ward had its own curfew and guards, and it was easy to bribe the guards to get two or three people in, yes, even into Boggs's cell.Of course, it costs a lot of money to do this, not according to the standards outside, no, the prison is a small scale economy, and you come in for a while and you will find that you have a one-dollar bill in your hand, and it works just as well as twenty dollars outside.I guess if Boggs had been plotted like this, someone would have spent a lot of money, maybe fifteen dollars for the guards, and two or three dollars for each of the thugs.I'm not saying Andy had to do it, but I know he brought in five hundred dollars.He worked in a bank before he came in, and he knows better than any of us the power of money.All I know is this: since this beating – with three broken ribs, bleeding eyes, a back strain and a dislocated femur – he doesn't bother Andy anymore, in fact, he doesn't bother anyone anymore.He was like a strong wind blowing in summer, and although it was blowing wildly, it was all bluffing.You could say that he became a "weak" sister.This is the end of Boggs' story, he would probably have killed Andy, if Andy hadn't done anything to prevent it.But that didn't mean that the other sisters didn't bother him anymore, and occasionally they would take advantage of him, but not often.After all, jackals still prefer easy prey, and in Shawshank, there are more prey that are easier to get started than Andy.However, I remember Andy fighting hard every time.I guess he knows that if you make it easy for them once, you'll never have peace in the future.As a result, Andy occasionally wears paint on his face, and he also broke two fingers about six or eight months after Boggs was beaten.By the way, at the end of 1949, he also went to the infirmary for a broken cheek bone, and it seems that someone wrapped an iron pipe in a cloth and swung him in the face.He always fought back, so he was often held in solitary confinement.I guess confinement wasn't bitter for him, it wasn't as unbearable as other people, and he wasn't afraid of being alone at all.He was barely accommodating with his sisters—but by 1950 it had almost completely stopped.I'll go into more detail about that in a moment.In the fall of 1948, Andy met me on the sports field one morning and asked if I could get him a stone cloth."
What the hell is that?"
I asked.He told me that it was a term for stone fans, a cloth about the size of a dishcloth, used to polish stones.The grinding stone cloth is thick, rough on one side and smooth on the other, the smooth side is like sandpaper, and the rough side is like industrial steel wool (Andy also has a box of steel wool in his cell, but I didn't get it for him, I guess he stole it from the laundry room).I told him that the business was fine, and that I got what he wanted from the same rock and jade shop for him.This time I only took 10 percent of the service fee, and I didn't ask him for any more cent, because I didn't think there was any danger in this square cloth mat that was seven inches long and seven inches wide.Grinding stone cloth, really.Five months later, Andy asked if I could get Rita Hayworth for him.This time, we were talking about business while the movie was being screened in the auditorium.Now we can see movies once or twice a week, up from once a month before, and the films that are usually shown have strong moral implications, and the movie "Lost Weekend" that was shown at that time was no exception, warning us that drinking is dangerous.Such a moral lesson is a little comforting to us in prison.Andy managed to sit next to me, and halfway through the movie, he approached me and asked if I could get him Rita Hayworth.To be honest, I really want to laugh.He had always been calm and open-minded, but that night he was restless and embarrassed, as if he were asking me for a condom.He seemed to be fully charged and ready to explode at any moment."
Yes," I said, "don't be nervous, calm down, do you want a big or a small one?"
”Rita was my favorite movie star at the time (Betty Gramberg a few years ago) and Rita Hayworth's poster came in two sizes.For one dollar, you can get a small one, and for two dollars and five cents, you can get a large one, four feet high, full of femininity."
Dazhang," he said, not looking at me.He was really ashamed that night, and his face was so red that he was like a child who wanted to steal his brother's ID card to see Xiang Yanxiu, "Do you have a way to get it?"
”--------------- "The Shawshank Redemption" Chapter 2 (5) --------------- "Of course you can, don't be nervous. ”At this time, everyone saw the highlights of the movie and began to clap their hands and scream."
How long will it take?""
A week, maybe faster.""
Well," his voice was disappointed, as if wishing I could get one out of my pocket and give it to him right away, "how much?"
”This time, I will give it to him according to the wholesale price.I can still afford this discount; He's always been a good customer, and he's a good baby—when Boggs, Luster and the others keep getting him in trouble, I often wonder if he'll ever pick up his stone hammer and knock someone's head off.Posters are my bulk business, second only to alcohol and cigarettes, and are often more in demand than marijuana.In the sixties of the twentieth century, there was a huge demand for all kinds of posters, for example, there were many people who wanted Bob Dylan, the legendary American rock and folk singer-songwriter of the sixties., Jimi Hendrix, master of rock guitar.and a poster for the movie "Easy Rider".But most people still like women's posters, one after another sexy and beautiful poster queens.A few days after Andy and I had spoken, the laundry driver with whom I did business brought back more than sixty posters, mostly Rita Hayworth.You may remember that famous photo, I remember it clearly, the poster shows Rita Hayworth in a swimsuit, one hand behind her head, her eyes half-closed, her plump red lips slightly open, and she is like a fire-breathing girl.You may be curious, do prison authorities know that there is a black market?
Of course I do.They may know my business as well as I do, but they keep one eye open and one eye closed, because they know that the whole prison is like a big pressure cooker, and there has to be a place to breathe.They do the occasional raid, and I get locked up two or three times a year, but things like posters, they blink and forget it, and let each other live.When a large poster of Rita Hayworth appears in a prisoner's cell, they assume it was probably sent by a relative or friend.Of course, the fact is that all packages sent to prison by relatives and friends are opened and checked and registered on the list, but if it's a completely harmless poster of a sexy beauty like Rita Hayworth or Ava Jiana, who will go back and re-read that list?
When you're in a pressure cooker, you have to learn how to survive and learn to let someone else live, or someone will cut a hole in your throat.You have to learn to be considerate.Ernie took the poster to Andy's cell 14 for me again, and brought me a note to my cell 6 with Andy's meticulous handwriting in just two words: "Thank you." ”Then one day, when I was queuing up for breakfast in the morning, I took a chance to look at Andy's room and saw Rita Hayworth's swimsuit poster brightly pasted on the head of the bed, so that after the lights went out every night, he could also look at Rita Hayworth in a swimsuit through the mercury lamp on the sports field, with one hand behind her head, her eyes half-closed, and her plump red lips slightly open.However, during the day, her face was covered with black bars, because the sunlight imprinted the shadows of the iron fence on the poster.Now I'm going to tell you about what happened in mid-May 1950, which put an end to a three-year skirmish between Andy and the sisters, and because of this incident he was finally transferred from the laundry to the library, where he remained until he left the happy little family earlier this year.You may have noticed that many of the things I tell you are hearsay – someone sees something and tells me, and I tell you.In some cases, I've simplified these stories a lot after four or five hand transmissions.But that's what life is here.There's a secret intelligence network here, and if you want to stay informed, you'll have to use it.Of course, you have to know how to sort out the bad and how to pick out the really useful information from a lot of lies, rumors and fantasies.Also, you might think I'm describing a legend rather than an ordinary person, but I have to admit that this is more or less true.For those of us who have known Andy for many years, Andy does have a bit of a legendary twist, if you know what I mean.The stories that circulate in prison, including his refusal to give in to Boggs, his constant resistance to the other sisters, and even his quest for a job in the library, are legendary.But there's a big difference in that in the end I witnessed it with my own eyes, and I dare to swear by my mother's name that everything I said was true.A murderer's oath may be worthless, but trust me: I don't lie.We had a good relationship at the time, and this guy was a lot of fun.I also forgot to tell you one thing, maybe I should mention it.Five weeks after he hung up the poster of Rita Hayworth, I had forgotten about it and was busy with other businesses.One day Ernie handed me a small white box from the iron bars of his cell."
Andy gave it to you."
He whispered, his hands still waving the broom."
Thank you!"
I said, secretly handing him half a pack of Camel brand cigarettes.When I opened the box, I wondered what weird thing could be inside?
There's a lot of cotton in it, and here's ......
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I watched them for a long time, and for a few minutes, I was a little afraid to touch them, it was so beautiful.There is an extreme lack of good things here, and it's really sad that many people don't even miss these beautiful things.Inside the box are two pieces of quartz, both carefully honed into the shape of driftwood, and the iron sulfide in the quartz shimmers golden.If it weren't so heavy, it would have been made into a pair of very good cufflinks, and these two pieces of quartz would be so symmetrical and delicate.