The Virtuous Omega Disguised as the Vicious Colonel

Lan Yu devoted himself to the process of making dolls, and the dolls were quickly formed under his hands.

Halfway through, he noticed that Lu Rankong hadn't stared at him anymore, holding a round stone in his left hand and a small carving knife in his right, focusing on carving something.

The stone was picked up outside the mine in the morning.

Neither of them spoke, each doing his own thing amidst the sound of sewing machines in the hall.

Lan Yu finally sewed the ears of the last doll, threw it in the air happily, and then threw it into the bamboo basket.

When I looked up, I realized that at some point, there were only a few people left in the entire handmade house.

Basically all the prisoners have completed the task, only the ones who are really clumsy have left to finish.

There is also Lu Rankong next to him, who has been with him all the time.

"Let's go, eat dinner, take a bath, use your new shower gel and shampoo." Lu Rankong said.

Lan Yu rubbed her stiff shoulders, turned her neck and said, "Take another two minutes..."

"Okay..." Lu Rankong replied in a low voice.

Lan Yu was lowering her head to move her right wrist, and she saw a palm suddenly spread out in front of her.

The palm of his hand was wide and dry, with distinct finger joints, and a bright white gadget was held in the palm of his hand.

Look carefully, it is a round cup carved out of stone, the size of a palm, and it is very delicate. The surface was polished very smooth, with a warm luster.

"Here you..." Lu Rankong said uncomfortably.

Lan Yu picked up the cup curiously and liked it very much. Thinking that this person had found so many toiletries for himself today, he whispered: "It looks good..."

"Well, if you like, I will make a set for you." Lu Rankong looked at other places.

"I like it..." Lan Yu said, "It's just a bit small, it seems that drinking water is not very convenient."

Lu Rankong turned his head quickly, and said in surprise: "This is for you to play, not for drinking water."

Seeing that Lan Yu was a little startled, he added: "Of course, I can also make a big one for you and use it to drink water."

Lan Yu placed the cup in his palm and looked at it with love. Lu Rankong said in an uneasy manner: "This is a handicraft, don’t you understand? It’s hard work, a treasure, not for drinking water. Maybe you only know how to beat and beat , I don’t have anything in my mind, I don’t understand this, I can teach you some common sense in this area when I’m free.”

Lan Yu's face slowly became gloomy, holding the cup, and sneered: "Yes, I only know how to fight all the time, my mind is empty, my eyes are almost blind, and the colors are indistinguishable."

He put the cup back into Lu Rankong's hands, "Return your efforts and treasures to you, I don't want it anymore."

After speaking, he picked up his basket of dolls and walked out.

"Hey—" Lu Rankong quickly stood up and called him. He pretended not to hear, and walked out without looking back.

Lan Yu handed the basket of dolls to the prison guard outside, picked up the bag of toiletries, and went to the cafeteria. Hearing that Lu Rankong was also handing dolls to the prison guard behind him, he quickened his pace.

Walking into the canteen, all the prisoners were eating quietly, no one was making noise and no one was walking around, and they were obviously tortured by the basket of dolls in the afternoon.

Lan Yu went to pick up the meal and was looking for a space with the dinner plate, when he saw Lu Rankong walk in at the door.

He didn't want to get caught in the air, and when he saw that there was one empty seat left on a table, he wanted to squeeze in with the others.

The people at the table were eating, and they all stopped when they saw him walking by. As soon as his **** was stained on the stool, it smashed away, leaving him alone.

Then someone sat down next to him.

Lan Yu knew that it was Lu Rankong without looking at it, so she didn't see it, so she ate by herself. The people around him were also silent, only the slight sound of a spoon hitting the stainless steel dinner plate.

Today's supper has a clear soup and is very difficult to swallow. The boiled green vegetables are not fresh, and the green vegetables turn yellow in the green, floating in the soup without oil flowers. Stir-fried pork slices with lettuce, the slices are all white and fat, and the lettuce is also less salty.

Lan Yu swallowed the white rice dryly, ready to fill up his stomach indiscriminately. He didn't notice when Lu Rankong next to him had already left, and half of his meal was still on the table.

He took a bite of the meal with a spoon and chewed it hard. Suddenly there was a small cup beside the plate. It was shiny, smooth and milky white. It was the one Lu Rankong made just now.

It's just that it's full of pickles, the cup is not big, and the pickles are piled up into small tips, almost full.

Lu Rankong silently placed the pickle cup next to his dinner plate, sat down, and continued to eat.

Lan Yu glanced at the cup of pickles, turned slightly to the side, and turned his back to him.

Lu Rankong pushed the cup again until it reached Lan Yu's dinner plate, making it difficult for him to pretend to ignore it.

He thought for a while, simply picked up the cup and poured half of the pickles in the rice, mixed it, and took a spoonful of it into his mouth.

"Pickles made with gems are delicious," he said.

Lu Rankong knew what he meant by reconciliation, and quickly said: "My thinking is a little limited. The combination of craftsmanship and practical value is the real treasure."

After that, I picked up the remaining pickles and poured it into my own plate, and said while mixing: "When I go back, I will make you a gem of a tooth cylinder, a gem of a rice bowl, a complete set of gems for washing and tableware."

"There's more meat..."

"Ok?"

Lan Yu said, "I also want the succulents on my balcony."

"Yes, that's okay." Lu Rankong slurred the rice, his mouth was vaguely said: "I will make another iron frame and inlay it."

"Is it the kind of iron frame for crafts?"

"Yes, it looks good, with a pattern carved on it."

Lan Yu thought for a while, it was better to make a shelf for the doll bear, and said, "Then make me Gu Gu also—"

Suddenly remembering that Gu Gu was an omega fabricated by himself, he closed his mouth in time.

Fortunately, Lu Rankong continued to plan the meal as if he hadn't heard it, Lan Yu didn't go on to say, the two quickly finished the meal and went back to the cell to take a change of clothes and take a bath.

It was late now, and there was no one else in the bathhouse. Lan Yu opened the plastic bag while flushing, and found that most of the toiletries inside had been taken apart and used, and some of them were only half left.

He tapped the clapboard beside him and asked, "Li Baozi, where did you pick these things up? Why are they used?"

Lu Rankong was washing his hair with soap, closing his eyes and replied, "No, they were all won from other prisoners."

"Won it?"

"Didn’t I promise to get you shampoo? I went to play cards at noon today, and I digged for a whole morning without taking a break, just to get this for you."

The sound of the water was loud, and Lu Rankong's voice was a little fuzzy, but Lan Yu still heard clearly.

He selected in a plastic bag, found bottles of shower gel and shampoo, and pushed them under the partition.

Lu Rankong washed the foam off his head, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw two bottles by his feet.

He stared at it for a while, picked up one of the bottles, and squeezed a ball in his palm to wash his hair again.

When I walked out of the bathhouse, I found out that there were gusts of wind outside, heavy rain had already started, and the temperature had dropped abruptly, making my body chill.

The two put the plastic basin on their heads and rushed back to the prison building in one breath.

After returning to the cell, everyone was in bed. Liu Junjie was reading his novel, Lin Lin and Qiao Fei were talking quietly in the lower bunk, Chen Zheng lay down with closed eyes, Wang Jin and Qiu Dao were applying wound medicine to each other again. Apparently the two had another fight just now.

Lu Rankong greeted a few people, Lan Yu took the basin in his hand, put the toiletries of the two people in the cabinet, before it was time to close the door and lock the door, go to the bathroom to get soap and prepare to go. The laundry room washed the dirty prison clothes.

"Where to go? The door will be locked in half an hour." Lu Rankong asked when he saw that he was going out with a basin.

Lan Yu asked in turn: "Wash your clothes, don't you wash your dirty clothes?"

"Ah... I think I can wear it again—" Lan Yu's eyes were sharp as a knife, and Lu Rankong swallowed the rest of the words back into his mouth, and also picked up the basin with dirty clothes on the ground.

"Let's go, I'm just about to wash my clothes." He said.

Go forward along the passage and turn right to the laundry room.

Said to be a laundry room, there is only a laundry table made of cement, and a drainage faucet.

The water outlet was a bit small, and there was a layer of water on the ground. Lu Rankong stopped Lan Yu when he was about to enter, picked a few bricks from the side, and put them all the way in, so that he could come in.

There was no one in the laundry room, and the two of them stepped on the bricks and started to wash their clothes.

Lan Yu finished rubbing a coat and put it aside to wash it later, then picked up the pants in the basin.

As soon as I put soap on my trousers, I heard Lu Rankong say next to me: "I'm done washing..."

"So fast?" Lan Yu asked in astonishment.

"Yup…"

Lan Yu put her hands on the laundry table, squinted at him, "How do you wash?"

"Just flush with water..."

"I didn't hit the soap, didn't rub my hands, just rinse with water?"

"It's just been worn for a day, but the mine is stained with dust, it is not dirty, and the flushing is gone." Lu Rankong picked up the basin and was about to go out, "I'm going to dry the clothes first."

Lan Yu wanted to leave it alone, but the basin was clearly not as dazzling as the unwashed clothes. He thought of the scene when Lu Rankong would wear this clothes on his body tomorrow, and he felt itching on his back.

He finally reached out his hand unbearably and said, "Give me..."

"What?" Lu Rankong asked.

"Give me your dirty clothes." Lan Yu said through the teeth.

"I'm going to dry it myself—"

"Fuck off, you didn't even wash it."

Lan Yu angrily snatched his basin, poured all the clothes inside on the laundry table, and began to apply soap.

Lu Rankong didn't say anything, and stood beside him obediently.

Lan Yu suddenly stopped, picked up a sock from the foam pile, and leaned forward to take a closer look.

"That was socks, and I only wore it for one day." Lu Rankong was a little embarrassed, "I will wash it myself."

Lan Yu sneered and said, "Is it flushed with water? I seem to know you socks before."

This familiar color and appearance is the pile of dried bacon hanging on the balcony.

Lu Rankong stagnated for a while, and suddenly said a little uncomfortable: "You still see what socks I wear, that's right, you often look at my feet."

Lan Yu threw the sock aside disgustingly, and said, "Who is looking at your feet? Why are you thinking more and more strange?"

He also ordered: "The bag you brought today contains bleach. I put it in the cupboard. You can get it."

When Lu Rankong got back the bleach, Lan Yu soaked the socks before washing other clothes.

After all the clothes were washed, I started to deal with the socks and rubbed it well, finally washing out the original color.

"So your socks are pure white." He exclaimed, "I thought it was gray."