Gu Tianqing was accused, this was a long time later, after he personally said the facts, and the irony is that in Gu Tianqing's heart, he is the major suspect who whistleblower.

It is said that it was after a night check was completed, Gu Tianqing had just laid down on the ground, and the person who was lying on his head gently woke up, Gu Tianqing opened his eyes and saw the faint light reflected by the white teeth on the opposite side: "Brother, where is the smoke?" ”

There are four of them in a room. When he was admitted to the hospital, one was taken away by his parents, and the rest was an old oilman, 25 years old, who was sent in to play games, and as long as the bribe was good, he wouldn't say anything.

Gu Tianqing threw a bag of white sand over, and the other side didn't thank him, just replied with the click of a lighter. "I said, what are you trying to do when you go to the family building every day recently?"

"That's where the dean lives."

"Ahh

"I think she'll do."

"Hehe, you want to meet her face to face?" The old oilman spewed a smoke ring, and his voice was very low: "I persuade you to die of this heart." ”

Gu Tianqing thought for a while before replying: "Why?" ”

"She's psychopathic, don't you know? I heard that even my own son was beaten, and he was beaten very hard, and then he didn't come for a while, and you couldn't find her. The old oilman's laughter was dry, like a rusty saw blade: "It's so okay, I don't even let go of my own son." What do you think she's trying to do? is such a lone seedling, and if he is killed, he has no need to change it. ”

"He's out of sight now."

"Really? Ahem, it's pitiful, but I can't sympathize with it. The old oilman's voice was stained with viciousness: "It's good to be really blind, it's also a fucking retribution......"

Before he could finish his words, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

"I'll wipe it, isn't the second round of sleep checking over!" The old oilman jumped to extinguish the cigarette butt and hide the fire, and just after lying flat, he heard the sound of the door being pushed open, and then a well-ground solid steel bar snapped between the two heads.

The old oilman held his breath, and his head was covered with cold sweat. If he was found to be smoking, he was punished for running ten laps, and he was beaten 30 times in the palm of his hand with a ruler, and he was reviewed on five pages. He had to take it.

But the instructor said something unexpected.

"Someone reported that you were hiding public property, stealing uniforms, and planning to escape." A muddy bass drilled into his ear, cold mixed with a hint of weird excitement: "Say, where is it hidden?" When are you going to run away? ”

Gu Tianqing sat up, the old oil was on the other side, there was irrepressible fear in his eyes, he knew why.

If they are caught fleeing, they will be punished with the heaviest punishment and canning. Just use this heavy iron tool in front of you.

Gu Tianqing's hairs stood on end.

***

"Gu Tianqing told me that when he lived to be eighteen years old, he seemed to have re-recognized the word pain." The boy's lips were white, trembling slightly, as if he couldn't bear to say the next words: "I don't know how he survived, even if he hates me, I admit it, he has reason to hate anyone in this world." ”

Because in the face of cruelty, no one stretched out even a finger to him.

Gu Tianqing did not confess the whereabouts of the things, even if he was not allowed to rest all night and was punished for kneeling in the dazzling halo of the headlights, he insisted on not letting go, and said a few words upside down like a repeater: "There must be something wrong, I didn't, I didn't, I didn't do it." ”

He was sure he didn't show his feet until something was thrown in his face.

It was the painting, which he hid in the compartment of his pillowcase. Gu Tianqing's kneeling straight upper body shook slightly-over, he thought, a hundred secrets.

"I drew it myself."

"Really? The center didn't give you watercolors, did it? A foot stepped over and stepped firmly on his face: "It's still hard!" Say! Who gave it to you! Believe it or not, I'm going to beat you here today! Don't think I dare to do it, your parents have signed a waiver agreement, refuse to learn well, don't worry about death! ”

The eyes in that portrait looked at him on the ground, it was pure black, and it was not only pure black, and after staring at it for a long time, it seemed that there was a fire burning inside.

He wiped a handful of nosebleeds, grinned, and ate the piece of paper.

In the end, Gu Tianqing became another victim of the "Criticism Conference". In front of everyone, he was trampled on the ground by the instructor and beaten with a stick, from his back to his hips to his legs, a total of fifty blows. The first time he reflexively blocked it with his hand, and his palm was directly torn apart by the rough steel bar, and the gushing blood frightened him, and he didn't dare to dodge anymore. Later, the neatly arranged purple-black marks faded a little, like an abstract painting soaked in water.

He couldn't help screaming at first, then he couldn't hold back his tears, and finally he couldn't help but beg for mercy, but it was useless, nothing was useless.

The summoned cadets stood in two rows and looked down at him, no one said a word, and no one looked away. Each time the instructor draws a stick, they must recite the center's regulations one by one with their hands behind their backs.

"1. Under no circumstances shall you disobey the instructor's orders!"

"2. Under no circumstances should there be rebellious, negative, or escaping emotions!"

"3, I am wrong, I am sinful, I have to reflect on my mistakes every day!"

The huge wave of sound lifted his consciousness high and fell heavily, and his personality, dignity, faith, persistence, everything, seemed to be shattered by this stick after stick.

Gu Tianqing said that in the end, he did not admit to fleeing, and the price was an additional five days of confinement, and there was nothing else every day except a bowl of spoiled porridge. The boy's eyes looked out of the window, and in his eyes the cold darkroom unfolded out of thin air like a malignant tumor, devouring all light, and in the depths there was a pale figure wriggling underground, howling and frantic in pain, but receiving no response. The sound sounded, it was raining outside, Gu Tianqing crawled like a sick dog, opened his mouth wide to catch the water droplets leaking under the air window, and his cracked fingers touched the rusted fence, cold and hard, unshakable, indestructible. Gu Tianqing shuddered and closed his eyes, he almost tied his shoelaces, and at the other end, his neck.

No one knows why he finally gave up on suicide. It is said that twins will have a mysterious empathy, in the moment of semi-dying, did Gu Tianqing and Gu Tianyu ever have a soul intersection? What did he realize in the dark? The boy couldn't give an answer, he only knew that Gu Tianqing had said: "There is a smell of rust in the rain, and it tastes like blood." The cruelty hidden under the words made Zheng Yuan's chest suffocate for a while, he looked up at Wang Shiqi, the other party, took out the cigarette case and slammed the door and went out.