Xingchuan

Ling Yi spent the days waiting for the judgment in the detention center.

Get up and have breakfast at 06:30, sit cross-legged on the board at 07:30, let the wind start at 09:30, continue sitting on the board, eating, and cleaning the board at 01:30.Start shop at [-] o'clock for a nap, get up at [-]:[-], continue to sit on the board at [-] o'clock, and let the wind go at [-] o'clock.

It took only half a day to get here.The afternoon is like a replica of the morning, sit on the board, eat, sit on the board, and there is no entertainment time until the evening.

In the evening, cadres will show everyone TV, usually watching news broadcasts, or conducting political studies.The shop will open on time at 08:30, the TV will be turned off at 09:30, and the sound will be silenced and eyes closed.

Life is accurate to the second, so it is like this every day, and it goes round and round.

In the few Hong Kong movies that Ling Yi has seen, the prisoners have a specific number and will not be called by their first names.After coming, this perception was overturned.It turns out that no matter the detention center or the prison, no matter whether the inmates or the prison guards, everyone calls them by their full names.

At first, every time he was called out loudly, he felt as if he was being shot at the temple, and half of his body was cold.

"Ling Yi!"

"exist."

"Face the wall!"

"Yes."

Unexpectedly, gradually desensitized.

Orders are strictly prohibited, every movement is reported, and once the lights are turned off, even speeches must be reported.

He stopped talking.

After Yang Bin woke up, he asked someone to say that he could see him and was willing to intercede for him as a victim. He refused the proposal without even a second of hesitation.

In August, he was formally arrested and transferred to prison. After the verdict came out, no one came to see him, except Li Wei.

To be exact, no one knew he was in prison, except Yang Bin and Li Wei.In the past, because he was short of money, he didn't like to make friends very much, and he had already graduated when the accident happened, so who would ask why an old classmate lost contact.

Only the teacher in the studio once regretted it in front of the later students: There was a student named Ling Yi in the last class, who was very talented and hardworking. I don’t know if he has drawn anything famous after graduation.

On the day when Li Wei came to visit the prison, it rained heavily along the river, lightning flashed and thunder rang on the high wall, and the isolation fence and barbed wire became more and more unkind in the wind and rain.

Ling Yi was raised.

With his head shaved, he looks like a completely different person.He walked over, obviously without handcuffs, but still kept his hands in front of him.

A look of surprise appeared on Li Wei's face, he fixed his eyes for a few seconds before confirming that it was him, and knocked on the glass with his right hand, motioning him to take the receiver.

He picked it up with his right hand wrapped in thick layers of gauze: "Aunt Li."

"What happened to your hand?"

"I hurt while working." It's as simple as that.

Working in the prison is almost every day, stepping on the sewing machine, nailing buttons, packing metal tableware, and doing everything.But his hand didn't have an accident while working, but was hit by someone.

Li Wei's eyebrows moved slightly, and his eyes moved from his hands to his face: "I thought you would refuse to see me like you refused to see Yang Bin."

He was silent.

The sky was gloomy, thunder bursts, and the white hot rain huddled outside the high windows, turbulently washing the glass reinforced with iron grids, as if to wash away all grievances and sins.

Across the phone line, Li Wei's voice seemed more understated than usual.

"Wu Shiqian made a mistake at work and has already been transferred to a third-tier city. Before he left, he asked about you."

Ling Yi seemed very slow.After he responded in a low voice, he seemed to realize that he should ask something else.He lowered his eyes, put his left hand between his thighs, as if he was afraid of the cold: "Ask me what?"

"Ask if you have found a job. It's not decent." Li Wei brushed her hair back, and the bag on her shoulders slid to the elbow, and she put it aside casually, "I guess he didn't have any good intentions, so he just said that you are going abroad." Let him take care of your business."

Ling Yi's expression didn't seem to care about his biological father's hypocrisy.He nodded his head, rubbed the wide pants legs of the prison uniform with his fingers, and asked, "My mother..."

"Yang Bin is taking care of him."

His eyes suddenly lifted up.

Li Wei crossed his legs: "Your mother has become like that, Yang Bin won't do anything to her. Besides, don't you understand? Yang Bin has feelings for her, otherwise she would have been tortured to death all these years ago. How can there be a stable life in the past."

Ling Yi lowered her head again, staring directly at the intertwined fingers between her legs, her chin trembling.

Prison visitation is truly "silence is golden".It didn't take long for the time to come, and Li Wei asked him in the last 30 seconds: "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Both of them knew that this would be the last visit.

Ling Yi closed her eyes without saying a word.

Li Wei got up and left.

In such isolation, not even the screeching of her high heels could reach this side of the glass.

Back in the room, Ling Yi was taken to work again.

Passing by the promenade with small windows, he looked up to see the sunshine, but only saw the sifted rain.

The corridor is very long and has no end.

From summer to autumn, from autumn to winter, from day to night day after day.Finally, on the day when he was released from prison, the iron gate slowly opened. He changed back to the clothes he wore three years ago, got the mobile phone three years ago, and saw a magnolia flower that he had never seen in three years.

It's just that the phone can't be turned on.

Everything around is new.New buildings, new roads, new signboards, new... a new empty world.With the little money he earned in prison, he walked in a completely unfamiliar street, got on a bus with an unfamiliar route, and got off at a market he had never heard of.

There are shopping malls around, but he dare not go in, guessing it will cost too much.

After walking for a long time, I finally found an electrical appliance shop with a square meter of [-] square meters on the westernmost side of the market.

"Boss, buy a mobile phone."

The boss was busy with his work, with a cigarette in his mouth: "What brand and model do you want?"

"The cheapest." He answered irrelevantly.

The bottom drawer of the counter was pulled open immediately.

The boss randomly pulled out a machine, threw it on the counter with a bang, and the ash fell everywhere.

"Two hundred and eighty, no bargaining."

"Do you have a phone card?"

The hand that twists the screw pauses.

The boss raised his head slowly and cast a sideways glance at him against the light, with a half-smile.

"Just come out of the prison."

This is not in the city center, it is a market very close to the prison.

"21 pieces." The cigarette was put into his mouth, but the boss bit his teeth and stared at him meaningfully, "Look at you gentle, what did you do?"

Ling Yi didn't answer, just lowered her head, and the burr-like top of her head was basking in the sun.

"Would you like it?"

"want."

He dug out a wad of odd and small bills from the pocket of his trousers, scraped together three hundred and handed it over.

The boss counted the amount, and was not at ease at the moment before putting it away, so he took out a banknote detector and plugged it in, and went through each banknote individually.

"Don't think that I look down on people and look down on people. I have suffered from people like you a few times. Once I was bitten by a snake for ten years, I was afraid of well ropes! Okay, try it, There is no warranty for such a cheap thing, and I will not be responsible for leaving the cabinet.”

Ling Yi didn't meet his eyes the whole time, but just inserted the card in and fumbled for a while to find the power button.

It's different from three years ago. Today's mobile phones don't have startup music, and he's not used to it.

After confirming that there was no problem with answering the phone, he left without saying a word.After walking a few steps, I suddenly heard the loudspeaker behind me shouting: "Repair mobile phones, sell mobile phones, recycle old mobile phones."

His footsteps stopped suddenly.

"Boss, can you fix your phone here?"

Hearing him go and return, the boss raised his head again and shook the pocket screwdriver in his hand: "Guess?"

The old mobile phone fell heavily in the luggage bag.

Ling Yi turned it out, squeezed it tightly for a moment, and then gently placed it on the glass counter.

"Please help me to see if this one can be repaired."

The boss glanced at it: "Such an old model."

He was silent.

Change the battery, recharge and pay the fee. After checking for a long time, it is found that the problem is not serious, so replace the parts and restart the machine.

Such a machine that should have been eliminated long ago, like him, was almost forgotten by time.

Three years, more than 1000 days and nights, the mobile phone woke up instead of him.

"Look, it works, fifty."

"Thank you."

After paying the money, he walked away a few steps, stood in a corner where the sun couldn't shine, and looked down at the past reappearing in front of his eyes little by little.

No matter how determined you are, it's not easy to cut off those memories.Either today or tomorrow, here or somewhere else, he knew he would try his best to fix the phone.

Still, the photos are still there.

Just a hasty glance at the bits and pieces of the past, there is a sweet and gentle feeling, wrapped in bitterness, slowly flooding into my heart.He was extremely warm at one moment, and his hands and feet were cold at the other. Two completely different waves stirred in his body, whipping his nerves like a whip.

In such a trance, he heard the news broadcast on the TV not far away.

"On July 7, the well-known actor Xie Siyun generously posted a photo of him and director Cao Yan on social platforms, and expressed that he was looking forward to the in-depth cooperation in the next five months. It was previously reported that Xie Siyun will be in Cao Yan in the second half of the year. Playing an important role in the new movie that started, this time..."

The surroundings were actually a bit noisy, but this news with the names of old friends still caught Ling Yi's ears.He froze for a moment, and wanted to walk over to watch the TV screen, but he gave up as soon as he moved his heels.

After all, Siyun got what he wanted, which is a good thing, but no one will fight with him in the future.

With a very pure feeling of missing an old friend, Ling Yi quit the photo album and clicked on the chat software to see if Si Yun was still updating the status quo.I was prepared to be deleted and blocked early, but unexpectedly found hundreds of unread messages.

No matter how simple a social relationship is, a person will always be missed by some people.

He forgot about that.

The messages are arranged in descending order from newest to oldest.Most of them were from two or three years ago, that is, not long after he disappeared, but there were fewer after that.

There are teachers, classmates and acquaintances here, and even the old landlord three years ago, urging him why he left without saying hello, leaving the house vacant for a month.

Going forward more and more, to the summer three years ago.

One of his best friends, Xie Siyun sent him many messages.

"The future David Hockney, what's going on with you and Xingchuan? Why don't you leave if you don't want to leave? Do you engage in performance art?"

"I heard from him that you are separated, it's true or not, it's impossible."

"Xingchuan hid no one, why did you disappear, what did you two agree?"

"Really?"

"I saw Xingchuan, and he is in a bad state. Tell me honestly, do you still want to go abroad? If it is really for going abroad, is it necessary to break up? Do you think Xingchuan is the kind of person who can't stand it?" Someone from another place?"

"How is your life abroad? Are you living the life you want? Xingchuan won't let me trouble you, but I really want to beat you up."

"Xingchuan is ill."

……

There was a long gap in the middle, until September three years ago, when he sent the last one.

"Xingchuan went to Yunnan to serve as a soldier, and left this morning."

Not anymore.

Ling Yi put away her phone, turned around and walked towards the street.

On the road, if there is a scent of magnolia flowers that seems to be absent, it slowly penetrates into his nostrils.

Flowering time has arrived.

The flowers that should have bloomed in Jiu'an bloomed on this road after he was released from prison three years later.

After walking far, his legs lost strength, and his heart ached so badly that he couldn't take another step, so he squatted down on the side of the road.

There seemed to be a bloody hole in his chest, because he lost something, nothingness and pain invaded his body together, instantly making him dizzy and numb in his hands and feet.

He fainted on the way.

He was still bleeding profusely in his chest in the haze, and someone was anxiously rescuing him, and there were noisy footsteps along the way.

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the hospital bed of the central hospital. Another two years had passed.

In the field of vision are pale walls, dazzling lights, cold instruments, breathing masks on the nose and mouth, and fine droplets of water on the eyelashes.

He tried to speak, but found that he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth.As soon as he moved his fingers, he heard a cold voice from the bedside.

"you're awake?"

He turned his head away with difficulty.

The other party leaned slightly in a sitting position, and moved closer so that he could see clearly that his face was completely different from his voice, and his face was very pleasant.

"Finally woke up. Do you still remember being shot? You have been in a coma for a whole day and night. Don't move around. I'll call the doctor."

After pressing the calling bell, he turned around and came back, only to find that Ling Yi was staring at him intently, with confusion and doubts after the operation in his eyes.

He smiled knowingly: "I forgot to introduce myself, my surname is Chu, Chu Ran."

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