Rebirth 78, the beginning of the marriage was broken off by the female educated youth

In the past half month, An Youting's mood has been extremely bad.

I spend almost every day in fear.

He knew that as time went by, his verdict would come soon.

Therefore, the longer the time goes, the more the worry of knowing how long the sentence will be will linger in my heart like a maggot attached to my bones, and it will take a long time to dispel it.

This torture was psychological. Although the pressure it brought to him was invisible, it was extremely heavy and made him feel breathless every day.

That intense feeling of panic permeated his daily life, including food, clothing, and daily necessities, and even as soon as he opened his eyes, he began to worry and worry about whether someone was coming to find him every time the door rang.

Half a month's time.

The torture made him look emaciated and lost a lot of weight.

He couldn't eat well, sleep well, or stay at home well.

Beyond this invisible pressure is the unspeakable loss of freedom that reaches deep into the bone marrow.

He never thought that one day he would be thrown into prison with a group of political prisoners.

His early rising is subject to time restrictions and he cannot sleep in.

His breakfast is subject to time restrictions and he cannot control his meal time at will.

His sleep was restricted to the point where he had to go to bed at nine o'clock in the evening.

But how could he sleep? He tossed and turned, his mind full of worries. How could he sleep peacefully?

The big iron door and iron-barred windows of the cell confined him to the twenty-square-meter area, making it a luxury for him to even take a look at the blue sky outside.

He had had enough, really had enough.

An Youting never thought that one day even seeing the trees outside would be an unfulfilled wish in his lifetime.

He dreaded the day of sentencing because the sentence was so horrifying that it would be enough to break his soul.

But he also looked forward to the sentencing day coming soon so that the torment in his heart would be alleviated a little and he wouldn't be too sad.

The days just passed by, counted one by one.

Just when he was about to go crazy from this contradictory feeling, someone was let in tonight.

When the door opened, he, who had been unable to sleep for a long time, subconsciously looked towards the door.

Beyond the dozen or so shadowy figures, a man came in from the door against the light. After the supervisor said something, he came to his side and lay down.

"..."

An Youting took a deep breath and suddenly felt a little relieved and secretly happy.

But then, the whole person immediately fell into a huge sense of loss.

He had been waiting for the news countless times in these days, and he would experience this conflicting feeling every time the door rang.

Over and over again, over and over again.

An Youting felt very tired.

He lay on his back on the large bunk bed in the middle, watching the prison searchlight shine through the window into the room, the bright light passing across the walls. He listened to his own heartbeat and began to count.

The room was extremely quiet. Suddenly, he heard someone calling his name, and his whole body was shocked.

Turning his head, he saw eleven figures lying quietly on the bunk bed like him, only breathing, no words.

He rubbed his ears, thinking he had heard it wrongly.

No one spoke in the cell.

After being stunned for a moment, he looked away and waited for a long time, but no one called his name again.

After thinking for a long time, he suspected that it was the person who just came in who called him!

So he quickly got up and pretended to push the person next to him.

But after pushing for a long time, I found that the man started snoring after he came in!

Did I really hear it wrong?

An Youting raised his eyebrows, shook his head, and lay down.

He was in a daze and didn't know how much time had passed or how he fell asleep!

When he was awakened by the noise of the waves, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. Only then did he realize that it was already dawn and everyone began to wash up in an orderly manner.

He was the last person to arrive in this cell, except for the one who came last night. He had to quickly get up, pick up the toothbrush cup, and line up with the team to brush his teeth and wash his face in the washbasin near the back.

Still no one spoke.

"Silence, line up, come out one by one, follow the old rules, and go to the cafeteria!"

Soon, the warden's orders sounded at the cell door, and An Youting followed the crowd out of the cell and went to the cafeteria.

Queue up, get food, find a seat, sit down, and eat.

He was as mechanical as a spinning top following orders.

But suddenly, there was another person beside him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and observed the man out of the corner of his eye.

Never seen it, don’t know it.

He had been sitting in this position for fifteen days and had already gotten used to it.

He was so arrogant that he always believed that he could get out. He never considered the prisoners in the same cell as his friends. He always kept his distance and was indifferent.

In addition, the cell had its own set of rules. He was beaten on the first day he arrived, and was beaten every day after going to bed for a week. Later, he got tired of being beaten and inadvertently rebelled. He had a very bad relationship with everyone in the cell.

So no one is on good terms with An Youting.

He eats, but only his own.

If you want to let out some air, just let it out for yourself.

If you sit, you must sit on your own.

This went on for more than ten days.

Suddenly someone sat next to him. He felt strange and surprised, but the rules here told him that indifference was the best weapon to avoid trouble.

So, as long as it doesn't interfere with him, he doesn't care.

But as the two prisoners opposite finished their meal and left, a word from the man next to him almost made An Youting jump up.

"An Youting?"

"..."

boom!

This sound was the same one that was heard in the cell last night.

An Youting suddenly turned his head and glared at the man beside him.

He squinted slightly, and although the face was ordinary, he still recognized the other person.

It’s the man who went to jail last night!

"Do you know me?" An Youting suddenly grabbed the spoon.

There are no chopsticks in prison, and even the spoons have round heads, so there is no danger at all.

"I advise you to give up the urge to beat me up, because your defense is meaningless!"

"..." An Youting narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head and looked at the man steadily, his eyes full of danger. He tightly grasped the spoon and silently removed the handle and the spoon head.

"Someone gave me two thousand dollars and arranged for me to come in and wait for half a day, just to tell you a piece of news!"

An Youting's eyes suddenly turned red.

"My dad?"

The spoon in his hand suddenly loosened and fell into the plate with a clanging sound.

"What are you doing? Stop whispering and pay attention to discipline!" The instructor noticed that something was wrong with them and shouted at them.

An Youting quickly grabbed the spoon and ate the porridge in the plate mouthful by mouthful.

The man also lowered his head and pretended to eat.

"That person asked me to tell you that your sister An Youjun has been arrested..."

"What did you say?"

Teng!

Before he finished speaking, An Youting stood up suddenly and shouted at the man excitedly, angrily and in disbelief.

The sudden anger made him subconsciously punch the man in the face.

Bang!

"catch him!"

His sudden violent behavior scared the guards around him, and they were quickly grabbed by the arms.

"You are talking nonsense! Say it again, my sister was arrested? Who arrested her? What happened? How could she be arrested? Let me go, let me go..."

An Youting struggled desperately, but was soon pinned to the ground.

In my sight, the man's leather shoes gradually faded away, leaving only his heart-wrenching roar...

"Come back, come back, and tell me what happened..."