Chapter 66: (Upper) Old Mu Soul Lock Bailuyuan

　　 After the game, there was no words, time went by.
　　 The resentment of the Maddie's youth army then defeated the visiting Hannover fellow brother Meppen 4:1 in a Derby match at the Victor Stadium on the weekend to increase the league points to 33 points. Zhuo Yang didn't score in this game, but there were two assists, the scars staged a hat trick, and piggy made a long shot.
　　 A few days later, Fort Maddie's bench lineup also eliminated Unterhaching, also a soy sauce lineup, at 1:0 at home. Unterhaching suffered a heavy blow at his home court, knowing that his FA Cup has come to an end, six goals, he can’t get back the stimulant as a dry food, he simply put it away, and concentrated on upgrading in the league. great cause.
　　Since this is the case, Fort Mady is also very cooperative in letting the main force rest, and the big animals are resting. The anger has gone smoothly, and then killing the dogs seems that we have no demeanor, right? Even so, a bunch of substitutes didn't let the opponent fall well, completely letting the dream of the Unterhaxing Football Association Cup disappear. Fort Mady magically and forcibly broke into the quarterfinals of the FA Cup and became the only non-A team in the quarterfinals. Their opponent in the quarter-finals was Kaiserslautern, who once made a miracle.
　　 This is the first time in the history of the Madieburg club to reach the quarterfinals of the German Football Association Cup. The Pearl on the peninsula has finally got a little honor to say things.
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　　 The breath of spring permeates the earth. In March, the mountain gradually changes from dark green to emerald green, as if wearing a new coat, and it seems that the bathing of the sun makes it fade the old dust of winter. On the Guanzhong Plain deep in China's inland, the endless winter wheat shop spreads out like green carpets layered in layers. There is no Zhongling Yuxiu in the Qinchuan in March without the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. In the southeast of Xi'an city, there is a plateau known as the novel of the same name by the famous writer-Bailu Plateau
　　 The highlands are intertwined, and the grass is flying. Provincial Second Prison, where Lao Mu served his sentence, is located on the Bailuyuan.
　　Lao Mu's sentence has been counted for half a year. During this half year, he was silent for a long time, no longer a hippie smile. Lao Mu often couldn't say a few words all day, not because he couldn't say it, but he didn't want to say it. The prisoners in the second provincial prison are from indefinite to several years, but Lao Mu's one and a half years is the shortest one. He is also the youngest prisoner in the second prison. No matter how young he is, he is not here.
　　 There is no doubt that there are two worlds here and outside, and 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, far too frightening to forget the spring outside the wall. Lao Mu stayed in the cold and hard narrow bed every night, letting himself desperately recall the outside world, every detail, every minute and every second. Old Mu didn't dare to forget himself, every minute he lost made him miserable.
　　 Not long ago, the old Mu in freedom was full of juvenile rebellion and delicacy, which is a unique taste and fashion in his youth. At that time, he was very envious of the on the street, they always revealed chic. He even admired the brother Xiongpi who was released after his sentence, walked with the wind, and shouted in the downtown area, and no one dared to provoke them. Lao Mu, like the teenagers of this period, regards the stories in the Hong Kong and Taiwan underworld films as true fashion, passionate streets and endless girls.
　　The rebellious teenagers, not afraid of the law, think that even if they go to prison, they can show off their cool capital.
　　However, it was not until he really squatted into the jail that old Mu knew that this was not his world at all.
　　 This feeling comes from the soul of Lao Mu.
When 　　 was just taken into custody, Lao Mu had no trace of regret. Fighting was commonplace for him, and it was half dead to fight, but no one was held accountable if the people did not sue the officials. At the beginning, Lao Mu was full of curiosity and excited. However, the days of detention centers that were as selfless as dogs soon turned his curiosity into fear.
　　 Everyone here can trample on your dignity at will, without any reason. From the fierce discipline to the ruthless soldiers on the high wall, from the share in the trumpet to the thief on the shop. Everyone's eyes are different, but there are similarities in different eyes, because the eyes are scattered, and those eyes don't seem to be focused on his body.
　　 They are not looking at someone at all!
　　Lao Mu clearly felt that he was no longer a philosophical person in the eyes of everyone. No one treats him as a person, and no one even thinks he will compare to a dog.
All this is completely different from the old Mu's longing. There is no talk and laughter with the elder brother, and there is no applause to the brothers on the road to brag about the experience of picking up girls. No one dares to scream at the armed police on the high wall: squad leader, give root Smoke!
　　 There is only cold suffocation to suppress humiliation. The cold here will penetrate into the bone marrow, the suffocation here will make you forgotten by the air, the depression here will make your eyes can't see your hands~EbookFREE.me~The humiliation here reminds you no longer It is a personal category.
　　Fear began to invade every pore of Lao Mu, and it was originally thought that the fleeting one and a half years had become distant. How many days are there in a year and a half? How many hours are there in a day? How many seconds are there in an hour? Old Mu did not dare to count, he was afraid of his despair, because every second here is extremely long.
　　 Maybe, time will really solidify.
　　 Fear of time began to gradually become numb, but then the passage of memory made Lao Mu creepy. He found that he began to think of some details of the world outside the wall, and he was losing more and more, as if stolen. He was afraid to forget every second outside, and he was afraid that after forgetting all the outside, he would really become a dog here.
　　 He began to force himself to re-record the elapsed time, to think one second at a time, to think again and again.
　　Lao Mu remembered his father he had never understood, and remembered his mother's tears late at night. He remembered every girl he had met, he remembered drinking with Zhuo Yang, Jiu Shan, and the ocean. I remember four people carrying Huang Jun carrying a school bag, riding a bicycle on the Weihe River embankment, laughing and dragging, and then digging a hole to roast sweet potatoes. He also remembered the classes he hated, and the books that had never been opened. Thinking of these, Lao Mu thought of himself as an individual.
　　The soul said to Lao Mu, you don't belong here. The soul is reminding Lao Mu that your world is outside.
　　
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