Chapter 110

There was no words all the way after the game, and time was fast.

In a derby match at the victor stadium at the weekend, the Malibu youth team, full of resentment, beat the visiting Hanover brothers Meipeng 4-1, raising the League score to 33 points. Zhuoyang didn't score in the match, but he had two assists, scar scored a hat trick and piggy scored a long shot.

A few days later, madeborg's backup team also beat the same soy sauce lineup of ondha Hin 1-0 at home. Went hasing suffered a lot at home. He knows that his football association cup has come to an end. With six goals, he can't catch up with stimulants as dry food. He just let it go and concentrate on his career in the league.

In this case, madibao is also very cooperative to let all the main players rest. Let the big cattle rest. I'm so angry. It seems that we have no manners to kill the dog again, isn't it? Even so, a group of substitutes did not let the opponent fall, completely let the dream of the football association cup of ondha out. Madibao magically and naturally made it to the top eight of the FA Cup, becoming the only non-A team in the top eight. Their quarter final opponent is Kaiserslautern, who once made a miracle.

This is the first time in the history of the madeiborg club to reach the top eight of the German Football Association Cup. The Pearl on the peninsula has a little bit of honor to talk about.

the breath of spring pervades the earth. In March, the mountains gradually turn from dark green to green, as if they are wearing a new layer of clothes, and as if the sun's bath makes it fade away the old winter dust. In the Guanzhong Plain, deep in the interior of China, endless winter wheat spreads out like a green blanket woven by layers. In March, Qinchuan is not as elegant as the rain in the south of the Yangtze River. There are some high mountains with peach blossom in full bloom. In the southeast of Xi'an City, there is a tableland famous for the novel of the same name by a famous writer - Bailu tableland. The second provincial prison where Lao Mu served his sentence is located on the White Deer Plateau.

It's been six months since Lao Mu's sentence. In this half year, he has been silent a lot. He is no longer a joker. Mourinho often can't say a few words all day, not that he can't, but that he doesn't want to. There are prisoners in the second provincial prison from no term to several years, but one and a half years of Lao Mu is the shortest one. He is also the youngest inmate in the second prison. No matter how young he is, he is a minor. The place he should stay is not here.

There is no doubt that there are two worlds here and outside. Several high wall power grids strictly distinguish this place from the urban area in the distance. This distinction is not geographical, but space, time, air, and even temperature. Here is another world, another distant world, so far away that people are afraid to forget the spring outside the wall. Every night, Lao Mu is in a cold and hard narrow bed, making himself desperately recall the outside world, every detail, every minute and every second. Old Mu dare not let himself forget. Every minute he lost makes him miserable.

Just a short time ago, Lao mu, who was in freedom, was full of rebellious and rebellious youth, which was a unique taste and fashion in his youth. At that time, he envied the gangsters in the street. They always showed their natural and unrestrained. He even worships those big brothers who have been released after serving their sentences. They walk with the wind and respond to each other. They swagger in the downtown area and leave. No one dares to provoke them. Like the teenagers of this period, Lao Mu regards the stories in Hong Kong and Taiwan's underworld films as real fashion, hot blood streets and endless girls.

Rebellious teenagers, who have never been afraid of the law, think that even if they go to prison once, they can show off their cool capital.

However, he didn't know that this was not his world until he was in prison.

This feeling comes from the soul of mu.

When he was in custody, Mourinho had no regrets. It's a common practice for him to fight. He fights others half dead, but people don't sue officials and no one will pursue him. At first, he was curious and excited about everything in it. But soon the days of a dog like prison without self-respect turned his curiosity into fear.

Everyone here can trample on your dignity without any reason. From the vicious discipline to the cold soldiers on the high wall, from the share in the bugle to the thief on the pavement. Everyone's eyes are not the same, but there is a similar place in different eyes, because the eyes are scattered, and those eyes do not seem to focus on his body.

They're not looking at one person at all!

Old Mu clearly felt that he was no longer a philosophical person in the eyes of all people. No one thinks of him as a human being, or even a dog.

It's totally different from what old Mu expected. He didn't have a good conversation with elder brother Ben, and didn't give his brother's boasting about the experience of courting girls. No one dared to say to the armed police on the high wall: monitor, give me a cigarette!

There is only cold suffocation to suppress humiliation. The cold here will seep into the bone marrow, the suffocation here will make you forgotten by the air, the depression here will make your eyes unable to see your hands, and the humiliation here will remind you that you are no longer a human being.

Fear began to invade every pore of old mu, and the year and a half that was originally thought to be fleeting became far away. How many days in a year and a half? How many hours a day? How many seconds does an hour have? Old Mu dare not calculate, he is afraid of his despair, because every second here is extremely long.Maybe time will really freeze.

The fear of time began to grow numb, but then the lapse of memory made Mu's hair stand on end. He found that he could not remember some details of the world outside the wall, and more and more of them were lost, just like being stolen. He is afraid to forget every second outside. He is afraid to forget all the outside. After that, he will really become the dog here.

He began to force himself to re record the past time, second by second, over and over again.

Old Mu thought of his father, whom he had never understood, and his mother's tears at night. He thought of every girl he met. He thought of drinking with Zhuoyang, Jiushan and Haiyang. Think of four people carrying Huang Jun's schoolbag, riding a bike on the Weihe River bank laughing and racing, and digging a hole to bake sweet potatoes. He also thought of the classes he hated, the books he had never opened. When he thought about this, he thought of himself as a person.

The soul said to mu, you don't belong here. The soul reminds Mu that your world is outside.