I live near Farm No. 7, Not far from the famous Sanlan Prison. Maybe your ears have never heard of such a place. This is not surprising, Sanlan is very small, really small, so small that you can't find it on a standard map of China even with a magnifying glass. For many years from ancient times to the present, Sanlan has been a stubborn and stubborn land. But now, precisely because of Sanlan Prison, this small town that will be forgotten by history has finally gained its own half-earned reputation.
Sanlan is a paradise. Everyone who works there, big or small, is a state cadre. They eat royal food and live in brick houses. The immovable income of tens of thousands of yuan every year can make the locals who herd cattle and sheep red with envy. There is a wise saying among Sanlan's fellow villagers: Even in my dreams, I want to go to prison, but I just can't go there.
Sanlan is hell, and those squatting there, young and old, are all serious criminals. You saw him go in, and then nothing happened. Alive or dead? The police cars with fences drove into Sanlan in the thick darkness before dawn. Then, leave quietly. Even dozens of kilometers away, ordinary people could hear the crisp sound of gunfire and knew that another person had been killed.
I have been a Sanlan person since I was a child. I stopped studying after I reached junior high school. If nothing else, it's just that the high school in the town is too far away. Besides, if you still hope to get into college with a poor school like ours, just drop it.