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The disgruntled Madiburg youth team then beat visiting Hannover brothers Meppen 4-1 in a derby at the Victor Stadium at the weekend to take the league points to 33 points. Zhuo Yang did not score in this game, but had two assists, Scar scored a hat trick, and Piggy scored a long-range shot.

A few days later, Madibourg's substitute team also eliminated Ontehachen, who was also a soy sauce lineup, 1-0 at home. Ontehachen suffered a heavy blow at his home stadium, knowing that his FA Cup road had come to an end, six goals, and he couldn't catch up with doping as dry food, so he simply let it go and concentrated on the promotion of the league.

In this case, Madiburg also cooperated to let the main force rest and the big animals rested. The gas has already been smoothed, and it seems that we have no grace to kill the dog again, right? Even so, a group of substitutes did not let the opponent fall well, and completely wiped out the dream of the FA Cup in Untehachen. Madiborg miraculously and deservedly reached the quarter-finals of the FA Cup, becoming the only non-first-division team in the quarter-finals against Kaiserslautern, who had done a miracle.

This is the first time in the history of Madiburg that the club has reached the quarter-finals of the German Football Association Cup, and the pearl of the peninsula finally has a little bit of honor to talk about.

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The breath of spring permeates the earth, and in March, the mountains gradually turn from dark green to emerald green, as if they are wearing a new coat, and as if the sun bathes them in the sun, they have faded away the old dust of winter. On the Guanzhong Plain, deep in the Chinese mainland, endless winter wheat spreads out like layers of delicately woven green carpet. Qinchuan in March does not have the Zhong Lingyuxiu of the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and some of them are the mountain scenery when the peach blossoms are in full bloom. In the southeast of Xi'an city, there is a well-known plateau because of the novel of the same name by a famous writer - Bailu Plateau

The top of the hill is staggered, and the grass grows and the warbler flies. The second provincial prison where Lao Mu served his sentence is located on this white deer plateau.

Half a year has passed since Lao Mu's sentence, and he has been silent a lot in these six months, and he is no longer chattering with a hippie smile. Lao Mu often can't say a few words all day, not because he can't say it, but because he doesn't want to say it. The inmates in the second provincial prison range from indefinite to several years, but Lao Mu's one and a half years is the shortest one. He is also the youngest inmate in the second prison, and no matter how young he is, he is a minor, and he is not here where he should be.

There is no doubt that here and outside are two worlds, with a few high-walled grids that strictly separate this place from the urban area beyond. This distinction is not geographical, but space, time, air, and even temperature. It's another world, another world far away, so far away that you'll be afraid to forget the spring beyond the walls. Lao Mu is in the cold and hard narrow bed every night, allowing himself to desperately recall the outside world, recall every detail, every minute and every second. Lao Mu didn't dare to let himself forget, every minute he lost made him miserable.

Not so long ago, Lao Mu, who was free, was full of teenage rebellion and rebelliousness, a taste and fashion unique to his youth. At that time, he was very envious of the bastards on the street, who always revealed chic. He even admired those eldest brothers who had been released from prison and were idle, walking with the wind and echoing all kinds of calls, swaggering away in the downtown area, and no one dared to provoke them. Lao Mu, like a teenager in this period, regards the stories in Hong Kong and Taiwan underworld films as real popular fashion, hot-blooded streets and endless girls.

The rebellious teenagers have never been afraid of the law, thinking that even if they go to prison, they can show off their cool capital.

However, it wasn't until he really squatted in prison that Lao Mu knew that this was not his world at all.

This feeling comes from Lao Mu's soul.

When he was first taken into custody, Lao Mu did not regret it at all. Fights have long been commonplace for him, and others are half dead, but the people don't sue the officials and no one investigates them. At the beginning, Lao Mu was full of curiosity and excitement about everything inside. However, soon the days in the detention center, which had no self-respect like a dog, turned his curiosity into fear.

Everyone here can trample on your dignity without any reason. From the vicious discipline to the ruthless soldiers on the high walls, from the captains of the trumpets to the thieves on the bunks. Everyone looked at him differently, but there was a similarity in the different eyes, because the gaze was scattered, and those gazes didn't seem to be focused on his body.

They're not looking at a person at all!

Lao Mu clearly felt that he was no longer a philosophical person in the eyes of everyone. No one treated him like a human being, and no one even thought he would be better than a dog.

All this is completely different from what Lao Mu longed for, there was no talk and laughter with the eldest brother, there was no applause for the road brothers who bragged about their experience in picking up girls, and no one dared to say to the armed police on the high wall in a chic manner: squad leader, give me a cigarette!

There is only cold suffocation and suppressed humiliation here. The cold here seeps into the bone marrow, the suffocation here makes you forget by the air, the repression here makes you unable to see your hands, and the humiliation here reminds you that you are no longer human.

Fear began to invade every pore of Lao Mu, and what was thought to be a year and a half was a long way away. 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? Lao Mu didn't dare to count, he was afraid that he would be desperate, because every second here was extremely long.

Perhaps, time will really stand still.

The fear of time began to become numb, but then the passage of memories made old Mu creep. He found himself beginning to lose sight of some of the details of the world beyond the walls, and more and more were missing, as if they had been stolen. He was afraid to forget every second outside, and he was afraid that after forgetting everything outside, he would really become a dog here.

He began to force himself to re-record the past time, second by second, over and over again.

Lao Mu remembered his father, who he had never understood, and his mother's tears in the middle of the night. He thought of every girl he had met, and he remembered secretly drinking with Zhuo Yang, Jiushan, and Haiyang. I think of four people carrying Huang Jun's schoolbag, riding bicycles on the embankment of the Wei River, laughing and racing, and then digging a pit to roast the sweet potatoes they touched. He also remembered the classes he hated, the books he never opened. When he thought of this, Lao Mu remembered that he was a person.

The soul said to Lao Mu, you don't belong here. The soul is reminding Lao Mu that your world is outside.