I cried as I picked up my worn-out bag and looked at the big iron door that had been closed for me for ten years and was about to be opened for me to be released from prison. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

As the lame man Li who has been taking care of me said, 10,000 people have 10,000 thoughts in the face of this iron door that is about to open.

At this moment, I have mixed feelings, looking back on the past ten years, there is not a drop of oil in the prison life, I am glad that I did not waste my time.

I learned advanced lockpicking skills from Li Cripple, what level of him I have not dared to jump to conclusions so far, anyway, as his apprentice, I can easily open the trunk of a top Mercedes-Benz within two seconds, without violently breaking the lock.

I once asked Li Cripple: "Master, your skills are so good, why don't you open the big iron door too?"

I was shocked by Li's answer, and he tapped on his chest and said, "I can open all the locks, but I can't open the lock of conscience." ”

Since then, I have decided to follow Li Cripple to learn skills well, and maybe I can have a job when I go out in the future.

I'm 28 this year, and on the day of my 18-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, I did a stupid thing and stabbed a social gangster who was known as a social gangster who was supposed to play on the road into a vegetative state, and the cause of the incident was that he scolded my mother.

When I talk about my mother, I have to mention my conscienceless father, who was sentenced to 15 years in prison for financial fraud when he was four years old.

Since I was a child, I didn't know what my father's love was like, and I was almost at the door of the Sifang Camel Prison, that is, the door of this big iron gate, and I passed by him as soon as my front and back feet entered and exited.

If it weren't for him, my mother wouldn't have married far away to Japan to raise me, and conceived the dead brother in the womb with an old Japanese man in his fifties in order to fight for me a real estate.

Since then, my mother has gone crazy, and the old Japanese man is very resolute to send my mother back to China for treatment and cut off all contact.

I vividly remember my sophomore year of high school, dog days, and the history teacher was foaming at the blackboard lecturing at us.

My mother rushed in, holding the down jacket that I hadn't changed for three years, and said to me with a loving face: "Son, Mom has brought you a padded jacket." Why do you catch a cold on this cold day? Hurry up and put it on. ”

I know, my mom is sick again.

Before I could pull my mom outside, the class focused on me and my mom, and then the room burst into laughter.

No! is unbridled ridicule!

I was eager to find a crack in the ground to get into, and after nodding my head to the history teacher, I quickly pushed my mom out of the classroom.

In the hallway, I told her never to come to our school again.

I know that it was my words that stung her deeply, and stabbed a mother who couldn't forget her son despite her madness.

Back in the rental house of less than 20 square meters, I never saw her at the door stupidly waiting for me to come home from school.

There was a note on the table that read, "Son, mom is wrong, forgive me." ”

At the bottom of the note is a smiling face that isn't pretty.

At that moment, I clutched the note tightly in my hand, covered the quilt and cried fiercely.

A week later, people from the Longtan Public Security Bureau came to look for me at the school, and in amazement, I got into a police car for the first time, and the destination was the autopsy center in Jiangnan.

In the patina-covered iron box, I met my mother, who was swollen with water three times from top to bottom, and the police told me that she had committed suicide.

I watched my mom lie there quietly, and at that moment my world collapsed, and despite the police's obstruction, I picked up her cold corpse and held it tightly in my arms, which was the last time I held her.

After that, I didn't go to school again, and the east family ran to the west to see the faces of my relatives and eat hundreds of meals.

My aunt was good to me, and when she saw me going, she would fry two dishes alone, let me pack them and take them away when I left, and when I was about to go out, I was stuffed with my uncle for 50 or 100 living expenses, and I didn't forget to tell me: "Big nephew, don't make trouble outside, when will you come to your aunt's house." ”

The more she did this to me, the more embarrassed I was to come often.

After more than a year of living in such a mess, I was determined not to live such a life again, and at that time being a soldier might be my only way out.

The registration and physical examination went smoothly, plus I secretly learned sanda from a military attache on Taishan Road when I was a child, and I practiced a reasonable kung fu, and I received a notice of enlistment on the day of my 18-year-old coming-of-age ceremony.

I thought my life was going to take a turn for the worse.

But I never expected that because of the impulsiveness and ignorance of my youth, as well as the uncontrollable boiling blood, and the inferiority complex that could not withstand the slightest touch, I ruined all this with my own hands.

On the night of the crime, I bought a bottle of tiger head from the commissary, and squatted on the curb with a ham sausage to celebrate my birthday and the fact that I had received a notice of enlistment from the army.

There was a shouting and scolding from behind me, and a gangster grabbed the shopkeeper's neck by the neck and said to her viciously: "I think your family really doesn't want to mix up on this street, it's been a fucking week, are you going to pay your money?"

Then the proprietress cried and howled and pleaded into my ears: "Fifth brother, next week, I will smash the pot and sell iron and make up the money for you, it is not easy for me to take my son by myself, so I will go around us this time......"

The proprietress reminded me of my mother, who had been living alone with me since I was four years old.

With a little bit of wine, I went straight to the fifth brother who was rumored to be a scoundrel on the road, and I didn't even think about what I should say or do when I walked up to him.

just instinctively pulled away the fifth brother's hand, and then turned around and protected the proprietress of the store behind him, looking at the fifth brother with a pair of eyes with some horror, and didn't say anything.

"Damn it, why did you come out of nowhere, it's nothing for you, get out of the way!" the fifth brother pointed at my nose and scolded, maybe in his eyes I provoked his status on this street.

It was this sentence of "grass your mother" that completely ignited the pain of losing my mother that had been pent up for more than a year, as well as the anger of the warmth and coldness between relatives, and all the blood in my body boiled in an instant: "You scold my mother again, you try!"

"Oh, I'm grass, you little rabbit cub, what's wrong with me scolding your mother?" The fifth brother pinched his waist and smacked on the ground, feeling puzzled and continued to scold: "Listen up, I'll grass your mother!"

I forgot what it was like to feel at the time, and I only knew that I had to kill him to vent my anger, so I picked up a pineapple fruit knife on the freezer in front of the store and stabbed my fifth brother in the head.

The feeling of a white knife going in and a red knife coming out was too comfortable for me at that time, yes, that's right, every time I stab him, I feel my heart is extremely happy, and I will make him pay for scolding my mother!

A total of ten stabs were stabbed, and the fifth brother fell in a pool of blood and did not breathe.

When this scene came into my eyes, I began to panic, I began to fear, and even began to regret......

But it was all too late, and I sat on the ground with my ass and stupid.

I couldn't hear the persuasion and comfort of the onlookers, and the scene in front of me was slowly disappearing, and I saw my mother's serious face when she gave me a down jacket, and the crazy words surrounded my ears: "Son, my mother has sent you a padded jacket......"

It was these ten knives that made me squat in prison for ten years, and it was also these ten knives that ruined my youth......

"Subei, don't look back when you go out of the gate, our rules. “

Zhang Jiao, who helped me with the salute, reminded me and interrupted my thoughts.

I bowed to him, and then bowed again to the window of the 433 prison cell, I knew that Li Cripple designated that the cat was secretly looking at me under the window to wipe my tears, as well as Uncle Qi, Brother Daqing, and Sanbao......

Thank you for taking care of me in the past ten years, as well as companionship, I am unforgettable!

The big iron door was finally under the control of the armed police, slowly opened, when the first rays of sunlight from the world outside the gate poured on my face, the air full of bohemian, unruly freedom, and the impact when it penetrated into my nostrils, let my heart completely open a flat road to life.

This may be what Li Cripple said, the lock of conscience was opened by itself.

The step I took out of the gate, I even began to feel nostalgic for the grass and trees growing in the big iron gate, as well as the electric baton in Instructor Zhang's hand.

After all, I have been serving ten years of prison here, and if it weren't for Instructor Zhang constantly reminding me not to look back, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to help but look back at this place after all.

In the past ten years, I have not looked forward to returning to society and gaining freedom, but when this day comes, I admit that this is the first time I have cowardly, full of timidity about the outside world, and then I think that this stems from the fear of the unknown in human nature.

Yes, there was no one to pick me up at the empty door, and I didn't expect my conscience-stricken old man to be there, so I smiled self-deprecatingly, and threw my worn-out bag and diary-filled salute far away.

This is also a rule, which indicates throwing away the past and starting to face a new life.

That afternoon, I took the 500 yuan given to me by Zhang Guansai and bought a ticket back to my hometown, looking at the ticket price of 48 yuan, I was grateful, and I swore that I would work hard to make money and pay back to Zhang Guanjiao.

When the bus slowly drove away from the town built for prisons, I slowly closed my eyes and said goodbye to the four camels, goodbye to my past.

No!

The passenger station in my hometown is still that dilapidated, and it seems that in the past ten years, there has not been even a little renovation because of economic development and construction, and everything is still old.

I walked to the phone booth, picked up the phone and dialed my most iron-clad buddy, Zhang Qingyun.

He will definitely come to pick me up, take me to a sweet meal of pot wrapped pork and Mao's braised pork, and then arrange a place for me to stay.

In the ten years I have been in prison, he has come to see me a few times, and I believe him.

This book is derived from reading books