After rebirth, I gave up Bai Yueguang

After Sunday, Su Jing began her new life, throwing herself into her studies. Every day she would go to class, go out to eat with a few roommates, and joke around in the dorm. Her days were quiet and uneventful.

After Sunday, Su Jing began a brand new life, throwing herself into her intense studies. Each day was regular and fulfilling. She listened attentively in class, then went out to eat with a few roommates afterward. Back in the dorm, they joked and laughed with each other. Her days were quiet and uneventful, yet filled with simple joys.

But Jiang Yi in the detention center was not having such a good time.

He had been in the detention center for a full month, and every day was an endless torture for him. His lawyer had come twice, each time bringing some seemingly plausible news that made him feel very anxious.

The police came twice again and asked all the questions they had asked before again without getting tired of it. He had no choice but to honestly and patiently repeat the questions truthfully several times.

However, every time someone left, he fell into a state of confusion and cluelessness again. The helplessness and confusion were like an invisible net that bound him tightly. He could do nothing but wait hopelessly.

But aimless waiting is not the most painful thing for Jiang Yi.

In the cell he was in, besides him, who hadn't been convicted, the other five people were serving sentences exceeding five years. The last person to arrive had already been here for three years. You can imagine how lonely these people must be in there, deprived of physical comfort for so long that they assume a mouse is female.

When Jiang Yi looked like this, those men were already jealous when he was thrown in here on the first day.

That night, after lights out, the other five were out there, telling dirty jokes in the dark. While they were outside, Jiang Yi and his friends said they didn't think it was anything serious.

But now, he was in such a place, and he was not in the mood to listen to these things. In addition, after listening to a few sentences, he found that the dirty jokes those people told seemed to be about women and also about himself.

Jiang Yi couldn't help but prick up his ears and shrink his body.

"Damn, this kid has fair skin and tender flesh, and his skin is whiter than a girl's." The voice was a little far away, and it seemed to be from the thin man who was sleeping by the door and looked like he was in his forties.

"She's pretty. If her hair were longer and she had two buns in front, I think she'd be prettier than a woman, hehe." This voice belonged to the old man who'd been smoking all afternoon. Actually, he shouldn't be called an old man; he was probably in his forties. He smoked heavily and kept spitting out phlegm stuck in his throat.

When Jiang Yi heard him spitting, his stomach would churn and he would get goose bumps all over his body.

There are people snoring, grinding their teeth, and talking in their sleep.

"It's true. His flesh is as tender as my daughter's." This person's tone sounded a little better than the previous two, and didn't seem so dirty.

They were all speaking in low voices, but Jiang Yi could hear them clearly. After all, the room was only about ten square meters, and they didn't seem to mind him hearing them. Instead, it seemed as if they wanted him to hear them intentionally.

"Hey," at this time someone actually spoke in a lower voice, it seemed that he really didn't want Jiang Yi to hear this sentence clearly.

"Hey, hey, I say, if we flip this guy over, the back should be pretty good, right?"

"I think it's okay, hehe. With the look of this guy, there must be a lot of people queuing outside waiting for him to get on," the voice with phlegm stuck in it responded: "The back door must not have been opened yet, hehehe."

The two people's words caused those people to laugh, and the laughter was extremely obscene.

Although the two men had deliberately lowered their voices, Jiang Yi still vaguely understood what they meant. The moment he heard what they said, all the hairs on his body stood up at the same time.

Jiang Yi felt his scalp tingle, and his back tightened. He couldn't help but wrap the towel blanket draped over his stomach tightly around himself, holding on tightly with both hands. He then tried to move a little closer to the wall, pressing his entire back against the cold, damp wall. The warmth from the wall transmitted to him, and soon he felt a chill, and his body began to shiver.

"Brother, did you hear what they said?" The prisoner next to him noticed Jiang Yi's actions, turned around, and smiled at him with an evil look on his face.

Although the lights in the cell were turned off, the lights in the corridor could shine through the iron door, so Jiang Yi could see his expression clearly.

Although nervous, Jiang Yi tried his best to act experienced and looked at the man with a sneer.

This man looked young, probably only a few years older than him. He was the one sentenced to only six years. Because he was young and had been in prison for a shorter time than the others, this man's appearance did not make Jiang Yi feel as disgusted.

But this guy did push-ups and punched the air while doing nothing in bed during the day, and he looked much stronger than those guys. When he looked at him like this, Jiang Yi couldn't help but get goose bumps again.

"Hey, don't pretend, I know you are shaking." The man said in a low voice facing him.

Jiang Yi didn't speak or move. He tried to keep calm on his face and still looked at the man with cold eyes.

The man didn't say anything else, but his eyes kept wandering over him, up and down. Jiang Yi felt that he had stripped off his thin T-shirt and shorts with his eyes.

He had been unable to sleep to begin with, and now he had no desire to sleep at all. He didn't care if there were spiders or spider webs on the wall, he just pressed himself against it, as if trying to embed himself into it. Only by embedding himself into the wall would those old perverts not be able to see him.

The man kept looking at him with a playful look and interest, watching him feel uncomfortable and want to stick to the wall.

I don't know how long this went on, but the voices of those chatting gradually died down. The man next to Jiang Yi had droopy eyelids, and he seemed to be very sleepy and about to fall asleep.

After a long while, Jiang Yi kept staring at his face. Finally, he saw the man's eyes completely closed and his breathing gradually became steady and heavy. Only then did he carefully, very lightly and slowly, let out a long breath, as if he was afraid that any louder breathing would wake the person next to him.

The conversation stopped completely, and all kinds of strange smells that he hadn't noticed before began to drift in the air again. The strange smell from the mouth of the person next to him, the damp and moldy smell on the wall, the urine smell from the open squat toilet, and the sweat and foot smell of those smelly men... all intertwined together, and Jiang Yi's stomach began to churn again.

Jiang Yi tilted his head and sniffed hard at himself a few times. It seemed to smell bad too. He frowned, and a tingling sensation welled up in his chest, and his eyes became hot.

Now, he really wanted to cry.

Finally, amidst the intermittent snoring and grinding of teeth from the people around him, his tense body gradually relaxed. He rolled over slightly and lay flat on the hard bunk bed, staring blankly at the ceiling with his eyes open, his gaze empty and confused.

His mind was in a mess, with all kinds of thoughts tangled together like a tangled mess. Unconsciously, his eyelids closed, and he seemed to have finally fallen asleep.

In the haze, Jiang Yi saw the figure that had been walking towards him, crying and asking him to wait for her. The figure was blurry, but inexplicably he had a sense of familiarity and peace of mind.

There was a thick black fog all around him and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He wanted to shout back, but found it difficult to breathe. He kept opening his mouth but couldn't shout, only a small, gurgling sound in his throat. Wu Wanqiu kept crying beside him, crying so hard that her heart was torn apart. The sound of her crying was like a sharp knife piercing his heart.

He also heard someone calling his name, the voice seemed far away, yet seemed to be right beside his ear: "Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi, I want to ask you, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?

That voice, does it sound like my uncle's? No, my uncle's voice isn't that vicissitudes of life; is it my aunt's? No, my aunt's voice is even thinner.

Are they going to die? Why do they ask themselves if they have any unfulfilled wishes?

Haven't I been waiting for Su Jing? Huh? Why was I waiting for Su Jing? I was clearly waiting for this woman running towards me, but who is this woman? Why hasn't she come running over in such a long time?

The figure kept running towards him, but she was still so far away that he couldn't see her face at all.

Jiang Yi's heart was in a knot.

Jiang Yi looked at himself on the bed, his eyes open, staring at one place, his mouth slightly open, his lips moving, using all his strength but still unable to make a sound.

Is that me? Am I dying? Or am I already dead and just a spirit floating here?

Jiang Yi, wait for me, I'm coming, you have to wait for me...

"what……"

With a low cry of surprise, Jiang Yi's body twitched violently as if he had been electrocuted, and he opened his eyes in horror.

When did you fall asleep?

Jiang Yi looked around blankly. It was the same gray-black, empty walls he had been looking at for the past few days. He felt cold sweat on his back and forehead. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe it, but found that his hand could not move at all.

Jiang Yi turned his head and saw that the man next to him had a strong arm resting on his chest. It was very heavy. No wonder he had been having trouble breathing in his dream. Damn it! This hoof is so heavy, I'm having trouble breathing now too.

He moved his body slightly, but the man didn't react at all. He pushed again, but the man still didn't react. Jiang Yi felt relieved. With disdain, he pinched the man's strong arm on his chest with his two index fingers and thumbs, slowly moved it away, and then slowly moved himself a little further, closer to the wall.

But he still felt uncomfortable, so he pulled up his towel blanket again, completely covering the half of his body that was closest to the man, trying his best to prevent himself from having any physical contact with him.

Jiang Yi wrapped himself in a towel blanket, and kept pinching and rubbing it with his fingers, trying to wipe off all the sweat on the man's skin.

How long will it take before I can go home?