Double ten

Under the night, under the dim light, Mu's father, who is only in the second grade of elementary school, is wearing reading glasses to look up word by word, ponder page by page, read book by book carefully, record word by word, There are all books related to law, stacks, stacks;

Lawyers, begging lawyers to help with the lawsuit;

The hospital begged the relevant person in charge to find the video and the witnesses present at that night;

Mujia Village, begging the people in the village to prove Mu Feng's birth date;

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One after another, one after another, they are all actions full of fatherly love. Even if he is humbled into the dust, he can't stop him from moving forward, even if he sacrifices his life, he will not hesitate.

Mu Feng, locked in the 'black room' and isolated from the outside world, never knew that his father was working hard for his freedom.

It's very dark, it's pitch black all around, and you can't see your fingers. This is the so-called "black room" punishment, cutting off all communication with the outside world, making you feel a kind of fear and loneliness, pain and torture from the inside. Sometimes, psychological punishment is more powerful than physical strength. Punishment is often much more effective.

For Mu Feng, this move was not very effective. He made do with one meal a day, kept company with mice and cockroaches, and swarmed with spiders and ants, day after day, night after night.It's not that he's not afraid, and it's not that he's not lonely. When his heart is calm, what are these?When living is just to live, what are these?

He insisted on refusing to bow his head all the time, and the guards did not get the order and never intended to let him out. When the door of the black room was finally opened one day, it was more than a month later.

Having not been in contact with the light for too long, Mu Feng closed his eyes and adjusted for a while before opening them. He followed the guards. He didn't know where he would be taken. He sat in a special car, and the guards on the right and left vigilantly fixed him. In the middle, the scenery along the way quickly reversed, and I vaguely remembered that the road I was walking was a bit familiar. Before I had time to think about it, the car had stopped, the anklets had been removed, and the handcuffs were still on the hands. When I looked up, the eye-catching and solemn characters appeared In sight: the courthouse.

For unknown reasons, he was taken in. It was still a very heavy court room, quiet and serious.

"...This case is in court for the second time. After verification, the evidence is true. The criminal suspect Mu Feng was indeed born on October 1996, 10, and he was 13 years old in 67 hours before the day of the crime..."

Hearing the judge's mumbled words in his ears, and seeing his father's thinner figure in his eyes, Mu Feng hated his own incompetence extremely.

His father was even older than the last time he met. What kind of life did he live outside? Tears could not help rolling in his eyes, and he desperately told himself not to cry, not to cry.

Compared with his forbearance, Mu's father kept looking at him with a loving smile, no matter what he did, he was his treasure, he was his good son.

"...The judgment of the second instance is now being executed. The sentence of life imprisonment in the first instance was changed to a fixed-term imprisonment of 12 years. It will be executed immediately, on January 2015, 1." The final solemn sentence of the presiding judge resounded throughout the court. Come dawn.

Father Mu's tense body finally relaxed, and he bowed deeply three times towards the presiding judge's position. When he looked up again, he looked at his son who had been detained, with a satisfied smile on his face, and looked back at his son , smiled and said three words to him silently.

Mu Feng, who tried his best not to cry, finally couldn't help turning his head away when he understood his father's mouth shape, two lines of tears rolled down his face.

"I'll wait for you." My father said to wait for him. What did my father do to change from no period to a period?Will it be so old again?

What's the use of crying?Crying can't solve anything, but why do you still want to cry? Mu Feng, who doesn't know how much his father has put in for him, still can't help crying.

Father, his father.

After returning to the prison from the court, Mu Feng was not locked up in the dark room again. His superiors found out the ins and outs of the whole incident. Tietou and others were severely punished for their behavior. Prison guard He Zhen arbitrarily helped prisoners commit crimes because of accepting bribes, and ignored national discipline. , Dismissal and investigation.

Since he was sentenced to a fixed term, and because of the tense relationship between him and Tietou and others, the prison guards took Mu Feng away from another dormitory with 12 people in each room.

Considering Mu Feng's psychological problems, the truth of the incident ascertained by the higher-ups did not spread, and they only punished them privately, but they still couldn't resist the onslaught of rumors.

When entering the dormitory suddenly, when working and resting, when walking on the road, as long as he passed by, Mu Feng could feel the whispering and pointing from others.Those contemptuous and contemptuous eyes, that contemptuous and aggressive look, seemed to let them watch without taking anything away from the wind.

In this kind of place, anything can happen, and there are many things that happen, but as long as one thing happens, it is like a stone thrown into a quiet pool suddenly, although it is small, it also creates ripples. To return to the original position, it will take a long time to settle down, and it may never be possible to return to the original position.

With a sullen face, his hands could not help but clenched into fists, Mu Feng tried his best to ignore the people around him, tried not to think about it, tried his best to shut himself in his own world, tried his best to make himself look calm, but when night came, every night after sleep, During this time, he still woke up from the nightmare countless times and stayed in a daze until dawn.

How is it possible, don't you care?

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