He Xuchunqiu

As No. 8 said, the people in this room are always taken out every now and then, and then thrown back with bruises or delirious.

Everyone who was brought back was like a worn-out toy that had been trampled wantonly. They were piled up in this claustrophobic room where even the air could hardly circulate, and they could only feel the freshness of life diminishing day by day.

Who is lucky enough to have a broken bone and does not have to suffer torture every three days, but is replaced by the even more tortured electric shock "treatment" once every fifteen days.

Every time an electric shock is experienced, anyone can feel that the string called reason in the brain is about to be stretched in an instant.

It's another electric shock "treatment", who has given up counting the days he will stay here, because every waking day is so long for him that he can almost hear the sound of the sun setting.

On the contrary, No. 8 is used to these inhuman abuses, and he still has the leisure to chat with someone every day.

"He and I were college classmates... Later, he graduated and went straight to work, and I took the postgraduate entrance examination to study for a Ph. D...." Who noticed that every time No. 8 mentioned this "him", his face full of despondency would burst into a gentle smile.

The man's thin body seems to contain infinite self-cultivation and interesting stories. How can anyone hear countless memories of "him" from No. 8 when his mind is still alive.

Travel to the famous mountains and rivers with "him", give an award acceptance speech side by side with "him", date late night theaters with "him"...

Who knows for the first time that homosexual and heterosexual love are no different, just as romantic, and equally full of hope for the future.

When He Xu returned to the claustrophobic room again, he took out a piece of transparent broken glass from the crack in the plaster of his left leg.This piece of glass has the curvature of the original wine bottle, and it can emit a warm and warm light under the sunlight.

On sunny days, who would waste their time relying on this piece of glass and the story of No. 8.

One afternoon, No. 8 dragged in as usual.His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he was walking staggeringly, but the light-colored school uniform pants were stained with large maroon blood stains, and the bright anger in the man's eyes also became dark and dark.

"What's the matter with you? Why did you bleed so much today? Where is the injury!" He Xu hurriedly dragged his leg with not fully healed bones to help the man who was paralyzed on the ground.

"I'm fine." No. 8 rested his head lightly on He Xuren's lap, his voice was hoarse.

"Then you should take a good rest today." He Xuren couldn't see anything abnormal from No. 8's numb face.

"01702200059." A string of numbers suddenly popped out of the man's mouth.

"What?" He Xu didn't hear clearly.

"01702200059, 01702200059..." The man suddenly started repeating the series of numbers like clockwork.

"01702200059? What number is this?" How many people were reminded repeatedly to remember this string of numbers.

"His phone number, Germany's number." No. 8's voice suddenly felt relieved.

He who fell asleep silently reciting this string of numbers was soon woken up again, and was not let go until the 8th confirmed several times that he really memorized the string of numbers.

He Xu, who has not been forced to memorize things for a long time, is also pressing this string of numbers back and forth in a tired dream, and there is a busy tone of "beep" on the other end of the phone.

Just when He Xu was about to hang up, the call was connected.

"Hello? I'm Xu Ran." It was that unreachable voice again.

"Xu Ran, I like you." He Xuren's hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

"Turn your head, I'm right behind you." Xu Ran's voice moved from far to near.

Who turned his head and was hugged into a warm embrace. "Xu Ran"'s embrace became hotter and hotter, and the warmth gradually spread to the whole body. How could anyone even feel that he was back in the amniotic fluid when he was not born.

The wake-up call sounded on time, and He Xuren reluctantly opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and his nasal cavity was instantly filled with sweet blood.

No. 8 was lying quietly on the side, with no blood on his face, his limbs were white, the muscles of his wrists were bloody, and the white bones could be seen faintly.The shattered glass soaked in blood lay silently beside the hand that cut the wrist, reflecting a cold light red in the sunlight.

He Xuren's clothes were also covered with the man's blood, and he could almost feel the clotted blood sticking tightly to his body with the body temperature of No. 8, as if it was still attached to his skin. Unfinished memories.

He Xu pinched the congealed blood in his palm, and it shattered into countless powders in the blink of an eye, falling to the ground and mixing with the dust.

The body of No. 8 was quickly discovered by the "instructor", and until his body was dragged away from him, everyone was still in a daze calmly.

Without the claustrophobic life of No. 8, He Xuren has gradually turned into a bunch of poor people curled up in dark corners.

I don't know how many days passed, but He Xuren was suddenly taken out.

No shocks, no beatings, no verbal abuse.

The "instructor" smiled at himself uncharacteristically, and changed himself into the clothes he had just put on. The plaster cast on his left leg had already been removed. From the outside, He Huo now looked exactly the same as before.

"Go home, those are your parents." The instructor pushed someone's shoulders towards the door, and a couple who was very familiar with him were looking in from the door.

Whoever obeyed the command and walked towards the couple mechanically step by step.

Are they really my parents?Didn't they abandon me?Is all this a dream again?Am I still alive?

Those two faces, which bear a blood resemblance to her, are close in front of her eyes, but they are so unfamiliar that no one dares to recognize them.

"Xu Ren! Mom misses you!" He Xu Ren was suddenly hugged by He Ma, and he didn't know how to put his hands and feet.

On the return flight, how could anyone feel that he had dreamed a dream above the clouds, and the faintly itchy left leg bone told himself nakedly that this was not a dream.

The plane meal was rice, chicken, and bread. He Yan smelled the hot air with the aroma of meat, and while swallowing, he begged He Ma, who was seated next to him, for instructions.

"Why are you staring blankly? Eat when you're hungry." Mother He asked someone to eat.

With permission, He Shi immediately scooped up a big mouthful of rice and stuffed it into his mouth, gobbling it like a hungry ghost, refusing to stop even if he was choked.

"Hey, you eat slowly, and no one will grab you." Mother He was concerned about someone who would hurt their stomachs by eating like this.

He Xu's hand holding the spoon suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and the speed of eating slowed down significantly. Seeing this, He Ma ate her lunch with satisfaction.

He Xu slowly picked up the water glass and buried most of his face in the glass, tears of fear fell silently, soaking his tongue with a salty taste.

When the plane landed, the bleak autumn wind was blowing, but the short-sleeved single-clothes He Xu didn't feel cold, and tears filled his eyes when he saw the unfamiliar and familiar street signs.

I am back?

What man's long fingernails pinched a crescent-shaped blood pocket on his arm, and the tingling sensation told him that all of this was true.

On the dinner table, He Xuren saw a plate of golden shortbread, bright in color, crispy and attractive, which reminded him of his birthday in that place.

Who would fill a bowl full of white rice, stuff half of the bowl with two small cabbages, and swallow the remaining half of the bowl with just a few peppers.

Whose person's chopsticks didn't lean towards the shortbread and meat on the table from beginning to end. A table of carefully prepared meals for him was actually eaten only by the corners of those few vegetarian dishes.

"Here, Xu Ren, the cake you want to eat for your birthday." Mother He picked up a piece of cake and put it in someone's bowl.

The chopsticks hanging in front of Mama He overlapped with the ruler at that place again, and He Xu put his head in his hands in panic.

There was no whipping, no scolding, no one let go of his defense, and met mother's suspicious eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Mother He put the cake into someone's bowl, and added another piece of ribs, "Eat it quickly, your father made it for you, don't waste it, eat more."

He Xu kept making noises, picked up his chopsticks and stuffed shortbread and pork ribs into his mouth again. He didn't know what it meant to eat more. He only knew that his mother's order was "don't waste it", so he could only keep stuffing it into his mouth. Stuffed with shortbread and meat.

The stomach that had been hungry for several months couldn’t take it for a while, and the feeling of fullness appeared within a few mouthfuls. No one dared to stop. They could only tirelessly press the food into their mouths like a programmed robot.

A plate of shortbread, without chewing a few bites, the crispy crust at the corner of the mouth has red marks, and the tip of the tongue does not have a trace of sweetness as imagined; a pot of ribs, boneless meat, no meaty smell, only nauseating greasy.

It was supposed to be a warm dinner full of color and fragrance, but in the end, there were only a few people left to eat food silently. He's father and mother were speechless, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was extremely dull.

"Okay, don't eat." Father He stopped He from continuing to eat.

He Xu stopped his chopsticks and looked at his father blankly.

He Chengqi frowned, and continued: "Go take a shower and go to bed. I will go through the admission procedures for you tomorrow. I have asked you for sick leave for the past few months. You will go directly to the school to report next week."

He Xu stood up, nodded and bowed to the parents at the dining table, and immediately followed the next order quietly.

Father He and Mother He looked at each other in blank dismay.

Who lay on the bed, groped under the pillow, found his mobile phone, opened the address book, only the names of his parents and relatives remained in the contacts, looked up the host number, and sure enough, he even changed the card.

Who enters "01702200059", saves the contact name as "he", and then shuts down the phone.

He Xu curled up in a corner of the bed and curled himself into a hedgehog again.