sublimation

The living room of Xu Chuanfeng’s house is very warm. This winter in T City, there is too much heating. The bursts of heating make people unknowingly unload the burden of the whole body. Only the unguarded and psychologically constructed remains, almost pale Yes, meat-like emotions.

A little mist in the kitchen condensed into frost on the window. He only glanced at it briefly, and Xu Chuanfeng's figure was also blurred. Another round.He stretched out his hand to touch the forehead that Xu Chuanfeng had just kissed in the cold wind, and he was nostalgic for the action just now as if reviewing it.There is not much remaining temperature left, he smiled sourly, he will be a lonely person in the end, this is a dream he often had when he was in the drug rehabilitation center.

Drug addicts swarmed up like venting, and when he was beaten all over his body, when he dreamed back in the middle of the night, he curled up into a ball, stroking the wound by himself, facing the pain that gradually penetrated, and rubbed the frost on the ground , he always had such a dream.

Don't believe me, Cheng Shuang.He is just your maze, and you are his farewell.

"How long are you going to stay here?" Cheng Shuang was turmoil in his heart for nearly half an hour, but he didn't realize when Xu Chuanfeng sat across from him.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" Xu Chuanfeng said in a calm tone, and he couldn't hear much bullying. There was the diary written in Morse code and a lot of translations on the table.

The top one, with playful handwriting, looks like it was translated by a girl, and the words are as big as a bucket: "A sentence that I may not say until I am buried deep in the loess, I love him."

Cheng Shuang's fair face blushed completely.

"Except for liking me. I know this." Xu Chuanfeng glanced at him, folded the paper and put it in his pocket, without changing his face or beating his heart, and pushed a bowl of steaming, soft, glutinous white rice porridge In front of Cheng Shuang, "I'll talk after I think about it."

Under the intense inner struggle, Cheng Shuang didn't dare to lie or run anymore, so he had to tell the truth.It was only then that Xu Chuanfeng realized that the shock from what he saw on paper and what he said in person was simply not at the same level.

His voice was very small, he was whispering, he was a child who knowingly committed a crime, and he was also a young man full of loneliness and bravery. With a few words, he opened up an incredible five years without himself.

Xu Chuanfeng and a group of policemen arrested the big drug lord Du Lun, and was shot when they destroyed the nightclub Huagong. Less than a hundred meters away, it was Cheng Shuang who was being detained and didn't know where he was going.He stole the cold medicine he carried with him, and the urine test was positive as he wished.After following to T city to cooperate with the investigation, he was sent to T city drug rehabilitation center for compulsory detoxification.The two-year life in the drug rehabilitation center is like a sweet heart, and there are all kinds of strange addicts, who can't get through the pronunciation, behind the guards, bully the weak, beat people to vent from time to time, and the methods are strange and cruel.

But Cheng Shuang was not that sad. After all, in Hua Palace, three or four strong men would take turns taking pleasure in him. The current pain was not so difficult for him.

His more serious pain, in his heart, he missed day and night, endless thoughts, no expectations for the future.

In two years, I got to know more than half of the addicts in T City, and figured out how they bought drugs. Later, during my university and law firm, I worked during the day and followed at night until I discovered the tin foil incident and reported it anonymously.