By the afternoon, Yang Fan had been locked up in the small black room for more than three hours.

At this time, the policeman named Yuwei also came over with a delicate small box, obviously to deliver food to Yang Fan.

"What's wrong with you? Yuwei, it's time to get off work, you shouldn't be here. "Lao Qian has been watching outside, and he is afraid that Yang Fan will make any moves.

"It's already afternoon, I'll come over and bring some food to Teacher Yang Fan!" said that, without saying a word, the man was about to go inside.

Lao Qian was a little uncomfortable, "You said you, how can you think of such a low consciousness, as a glorious people's policeman, how can you send food to this kind of person?"

Yu Wei was a little uncomfortable, "What's wrong with Teacher Yang Fan, anyway, I believe Teacher Yang Fan." ”

"Okay, okay, I won't talk to you, you can take the rice back!" As he spoke, he took out a big white steamed bun from his bowl, which is the kind of old flour steamed bun, the kind that is difficult to swallow, and is usually soaked in porridge.

"I'm going to bring him food now, you don't have to worry about this matter!" said Lao Qian fiercely.

"Then how can you do it, who can swallow just eating steamed buns?"

"What do you mean, this is the food in our police station, and other prisoners can eat it, what's the matter, Yang Fan can't eat it when it's his turn?"

The two of them walked into the house while talking, Yang Fan heard their conversation in the house, heard the words, slowly took the steamed bun in his hand, glanced at his fans, and said: "It's okay, in fact, I think everything I eat is the same, as long as I can fill my stomach, it's a good thing." ”

As he spoke, he slowly stuffed the steamed buns into his mouth, and while eating, he smacked his tongue and said something like hungry on the top of the steamed bun.

The old money on the side is almost able to carry an oil bottle, you kid hasn't eaten, right? Now you eat a steamed bun for other beggars, and no one eats it, you know?

Besides, you are also a star, big or small, can you live so miserably?

However, he didn't know that Yang Fan had eaten steamed buns before. When he was in junior high school, in order to save money to buy games, he made white steamed buns and pickles all day long, and this was two or three months.

Although the family has not reached the point where they can't open the pot, the relationship with their parents has been relatively stiff since childhood, and the money that can be obtained from them is also very limited, and Yang Fan's life is really not good.

Lao Qian thought that Yang Fan had lived a life of fine clothes and food at home since he was a child, otherwise he would not be a star, but his idea was actually extremely wrong.

From junior high school to high school, in the past few years, steamed buns have almost become Yang Fan's staple food, and there is no meal that he does not eat. That is, when I get to college, I can have at least two or three thousand yuan more in my hand a month, so I don't have the miserable life of eating chaff vegetables.

However, after all, the craft has been passed down since childhood, and it is not lost now.

Then, Lao Qian looked at Yang Fan and leisurely stuffed a big steamed bun in his mouth, not only that, but after this guy finished eating, his eyelids also rolled, which was obviously continuing to beg.

Holding a food box in her hand, the female policeman glanced at Yang Fan with burning eyes, and sure enough, she deserved to be Teacher Yang Fan, she was really different from which pampered stars.

……

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was half past nine in the evening.

Yang Fan doesn't have much hope now, just stay here, just take a long vacation for himself, anyway, the high-intensity work in the past few days will overwhelm him, and now he should relax and relax.

But then again, this isn't my own song, and the question wall in prison is not effective enough?

Now his prestige value is simply rising, and a modern poem like this is 500,000 prestige at best, for a big family like Yang Fan with tens of millions of prestige values, he can buy it happily with a slight blink of his eyelids.

And at this time, Yang Fan suddenly heard some movement outside, and this movement was not small, it looked like there should be dozens of people.

"Hello, comrade police, we are reporters from Gudu Daily, we want you to be interviewed about this matter of Teacher Yang Fan, we have reached an agreement with your superiors, this is our interview card!"

"Yes, where is Mr. Yang Fan now, we have to conduct a corresponding interview for him, you can arrange it!"

"Everyone's time is very expensive, so please don't delay your time anymore, our newspaper is giving a death order, if you can't interview Mr. Yang Fan tomorrow, tomorrow we will drink the northwest wind, I hope you can understand us." ”

One by one reporters are outside, and the words are very messy, Yang Fan can hear it, there are at least forty or fifty of these people, and listening to the weight of their steps, they should all be carrying equipment in their hands, and it is good to carry equipment, I am afraid that they will say with one mouth, now that they have equipment, they will not bring much help to his entertainment activities.

Yang Fan knows very well why so many reporters are coming now, 100% because of his poem "Prison Inscription", it is estimated that these people are attracted by that modern poem.

However, of course, Yang Fan did not refuse to come, and he still hoped that these people would come, and when they came, wouldn't he be able to show his skills?

The few policemen guarding the door were also a little overstretched, and the policemen led by Lao Qian were guarding outside one by one to prevent these reporters from entering. Director Yuan gave a death order, if they let a reporter go this time, this police uniform will probably have to be explained tomorrow.

For their own iron jobs, and for themselves to be able to work in the public security system in the future, these policemen are all working hard.

"Why are you again, how many times have we said it, this matter is not allowed to be interviewed now, please go back!"

"Yes, this matter involves a lot, we will try it in detail, please go back first, we will give you a satisfactory answer. ”

But the more good things they said, the more unrelenting those reporters became, and the human wall formed by four or five people was obviously not enough to withstand a team of dozens of people.

"You can't do this, are you trying to break in?"

"I tell you, this is an organ of the state, if you dare to mess around here, believe it or not, I'll all arrest you in prison?"

"And you, the interview card of the superior department is, if there is anything, I will talk about it tomorrow, you go back first!"

However, their pale language obviously had no effect, these reporters still squeezed in with their might, which can't be blamed on them, Yang Fan's melon was snatched by the Gudu Daily in an instant, they just took a mouthful of soup, and now they are trying to compete for the headlines one by one, wanting to see if Yang Fan has any ancient masterpieces.

And at this time, these reporters with vicious eyes, seeing those reporters couldn't help but lean into a small door, someone shouted loudly, "Yang Fan is closed in that small door, everyone rush with me!"

It didn't matter if he yelled at this voice, everyone rushed inside, and when they came in, they saw Yang Fan in the small black room, and their eyes were straight.

Because Yang Fan didn't know where to find a piece of brick in his hand, he was now writing and drawing on the wall.

There was no light in the small dark room at all, Yang Fan was certainly not afraid of this, he had no concept of the night, and those reporters could only see more clearly by relying on the light outside.

Yang Fan watched them all squeeze in in a hurry, looked at his works again, and then wrote the title and his name on the top with satisfaction.

"Caught and Occupied", Yang Fan!

Do you want me to sail and surrender and be your prisoner?

Let's go to your spring and autumn dreams, am I Yang Fan such a person?

Even if I become a bird and slowly carry the stone to the vast sea, one day I will fill in the vast sea.

Even if I become a lonely bird, I will definitely fly in the direction of my heart, chasing the steps of the seagulls, even if I die at the last landing place.

In the midst of the purple and red, I will definitely endure these temptations, because my heart is firm, even if I use my blood to leave my traces in those speckled years.

I will not be sad and indignant, I will sing heroic songs, calmly sit in prison, even if you give me a knife, I feel that I have lived up to my youthful thoughts.

My heart and my soul exist, so what is this broken body? As long as the thoughts in my heart remain the same, then on the sparkling sea, I can finally see my heart like the bright moon, and it will always be so shining.

As I wrote this poem:

"The title stone is obsessed, and the vicissitudes of life are sorrowful. Flying alone is tireless, and the seagulls are ashamed to float. ”

"He is purple and red, and he knows that it is difficult to render, and he is good at flowers, and he recognizes blood stains. ”

"Generous Geyan City, calmly as a prisoner of Chu. Lead the knife into a fast, live up to the boy's head. ”

"Keep your soul behind, and your body will be robbed. The clear light is not extinguished, and the night platform shines on the night platform. ”

……

This is a seven-word ancient poem, with great charm and allusion, especially the third sentence, which can be called a famous sentence, and although Yang Fan's font is written crookedly, the soul in his heart has been completely exerted by him.

And because this brick is a red brick, under such a dark light, no matter how you look at it, it looks like Yang Fan wrote it in blood.

Blood book?

This thing, which will only exist in the TV series, has now appeared in front of everyone, and everyone looks at the crooked font on it, but they feel a little enthusiastic.

"I'll go, cameraman, turn on the lights!"

"No, that policeman just took the device away!"

"Then what should I do, if such a piece of news can't get out, then we're not here in vain?"

"It's okay, I'll give you a light, you take a picture first, and when you're done, just send me the photo!"

"Good!"

In the face of absolute big news, these colleagues who were previously regarded as mortal enemies are all united and want to get this news, which is actually enough to prove how superb Yang Fan's level is.