This was the "Day Schedule of the Detention Center" that became famous and widely circulated many years later, and won me a lot of praise.

Alas, I can walk around the house as I please, but even my godson doesn’t have much time to spend with it, which is so shameful.

The weather is nice today, the Double Ninth Festival, the moonlight is like water, and the stars are twinkling.

Climbing high to plant dogwood has never been done before.

However, someone brought me a lot of delicious food today.[

It's the weekend again, and there are no classes in school. I am happy to relax all night.

I put some pistachios, watermelon seeds, milk, juice, dried meat, etc. in a plastic bag, and I took Jie Jie out for a walk.

After leaving the entrance of the women's prison, there is a small dirt slope at the armed police training ground, which was probably specially piled for training.

Although it is only about five meters high, in order to comply with the idea of ​​climbing up, I plan to sit there.

The armed police at the door recognized me and did not stop me.

There was a simple turf on the slope. I spread a piece of newspaper and sat cross-legged. Jiejie leaned against me very stinkingly. He didn't look like a tough young man at all, but rather like a girl in a boudoir, very delicate and clingy.

Oh, the girl in the boudoir will live in the next life.

The moon was already high at night, and the shadow was not far in front of me, a crooked mass.

Holding the pistachio in my arms, I suddenly felt the urge to cry.

"Those who eat more pistachios will be happy"

Someone once said this.

However, can eating more pistachios really make you happy?

Why do I feel that, with the shackles of memories, all happy things will be colored by unhappy colors?

Even if it’s a candy that’s sweet to your mouth, because he bit into half of it and fed it to you

His wet tongue licked my face, making a whimpering sound

I suddenly hugged Jie Jie and buried my head in its golden fur, letting the moonlight shine down like water.

Maybe we all need to be busy to forget.

Unfortunately, only the heart knows whether it is really forgotten or sealed away.

Sealed memories are like 18-year old wine stored in a cellar. When opened, the thin fragrance can make people intoxicated.[

Why, just crossing his shadow can make me feel like this

Never before
Chapter completed!