Now, confined to a small space, he can only look at the old man sleeping in the lower bunk, count the extra wrinkles on his face, or look through the high glass window, looking at the blue sky outside through the branches of tulipwood, trying to feel the heat and cold......

For the first time, he realized the truth of life, but in such a desolate situation.

He often stared at the horizontal, one-third window that could only be pushed upwards open, the only exit connecting him to the outside world, so high and so narrow.

Through the small piece of glass embedded in the thick window frame, he saw that outside the window, there were many small small quadrangular leaves on the branches of the tulipwood tree, and gradually these leaves grew and became dark green, and after a while, the leaves began to turn yellow and red, and slowly lost their moisture and fell from the branches......

What a generous gift from the Creator to the sun, wind, leaves, flowers, mountains, and lakes that were once taken for granted, and how luxurious the music, books, paintings, and sculptures that were readily available nourished the ears, eyes, and heart.

From the moment he was thrown into this cell, William sank into the sea as if he had been tied to a boulder, and at first, the deep, dark, and unfamiliar depths of the ocean made him feel depressed and suffocated, hoping that someone would hang down a rope from it to pull him up, but as he spent more time at the bottom of the sea, his gills and fins slowly grew.

Gradually, he became acquainted with every part of the entire detention center, upstairs and downstairs, the windy halls, toilets, telephone booths, activity rooms and interview rooms......

However, his favorite place is not the activity room, the library, or the fitness center, but the toilets here.

Of course, the single toilet in their little cell had always been his favorite, and it was only there that he felt what it was like to be alone with the rational, intelligent William he had been.

The toilets in the common area, although they are rows of thin wooden compartments, are also a good place for him, these toilets are cleaned by special personnel every week, and the most satisfying thing is that when he stays there, he will not often hear Taiwanese swearing at the door.

There was no need for torture, cold, and hunger, just being locked up was already a great torture, and he still had so many important and meaningful things to do, and yet his thriving life was stranded here, and nothing could be done.

This gave him a first-hand experience of Zweig's "Chess" that he had read before, as well as the books that described the Jewish people's mental journey in the Nazi concentration camps.

William didn't know when he had a thirsty problem, and he had to drink from the bathroom faucet every hour or two to being thirsty anytime and anywhere.

He was familiar with the drinking water in every corner of the detention center, and he felt that the water here was sweeter than the water in the school, and gradually, the water even became a cheap drug for him, and only when he drank it until his stomach was round did he feel full and comforted.

One day, when he walked through the red telephone booths with heavy shacks, walked into the activity room, and stood in front of the large mirror in the gym, he looked at himself in the mirror wearing shackles, and he no longer felt strange.

Central Lawn ......

Cloudless clear sky......

William closed his eyes, and the scene in his mind went black in an instant.

A group of girls in long white dresses came from the other side of the lawn......

Young gentleman in suit......

He began to shake his head violently.

White Square Pitch Tent......

The kind smiling face of the principal of agriculture......

He began to tap the triangular pillars of the bunk bed impatiently with his knuckles.

The old Gothic buildings on Princeton's campus......

Harvard's late-night-lit library......

The tapping sound on his fingers became heavier and heavier, and his knuckles hurt in his heart, but he did not dare to open his eyes, for fear that the scene in his mind would appear in front of him again.

Uncontrollably want to think, forcibly inhibiting the brain from thinking.

deviated from the original trajectory of his life, and he would rather suppress and erase that little thought......

The brain is slowing down a little bit, and the thinking function is also degrading, but the perception of the things around us is becoming acute.

The Mexican brother's prayers that were almost whispered, the Taiwanese squirming his lips and cursing softly, and the grandfather's whispering * when his back hurt, were all constantly amplified in his ear drums, as if they were about to be projected into his soul and fate, and his brain hurt......

Once William's head was on the pillow, it was a moment of peace for his soul, and even if the sun was shining through the narrow window on his head, he would rather let the mischievous spots of light play on his eyelids. And find yourself 10,000 reasons not to open your eyes.

When he wished he had opened his eyes again, he found that he had woken up from Dr. Lycaon's class, a drop of dry saliva leaving an inconspicuous white mark on the corner of his lips, and that everything in the detention center was just a long, haunting dream he had on a spring day......

If it weren't for the fact that there was no saliva at the corner of his mouth in class, he would rather just continue to sleep......

***

Back in her dormitory, Bai Xinrui was finally able to take off her senior's mask.

This year's freshman event was the same as last year's, with the original group of 12th graders who had been the main team in the organizers had already graduated, and their places were replaced by a group of new students from each grade.

The room was silent, and Bai Xinrui suddenly felt lonely.

She pulled open the bottom drawer of her desk, and with a pair of dark eyes like a thief, she slipped around her single dormitory room with great difficulty before she took out the blue box from the bottom of the drawer.

She hates this kind of behavior of herself, which she should have forgotten in a chic way, but she still can't let it go. She hesitantly opened the lid of the box, and inside was a crystal picture frame that had been snapped up.

As if fearing that someone was going to snatch the contents of the box from her hands, her fingers clutched the edge of the box, and her knuckles were unnaturally concave due to excessive force.

She cautiously took the frame out of the box like an old-fashioned little daughter-in-law, rubbed her lips and blew it, and then pulled the corner of her shirt sleeve to brush away the dust that wasn't there.

In the frame inlaid with Swarovski crystals, there is a photo of her and William, and the smiles of the two are still so bright and innocent, so beautiful.

Memories of William rushed out of the depths of his brain, in a sealed area. Bai Xinrui is like being in the cramped practice room of a chamber orchestra, and the symphony is played to the * movement, and the whole room is trembling under the chorus of ten thousand sounds.

Bai Xinrui felt a splitting headache.

She closed her eyes fiercely, frowning, and the white skin on the center of her eyebrows and the bridge of her nose was extremely finely wrinkled.

She ruined the future of the man in the photo with her own hands and ruined his life, and she still loves this person deeply.

From then on, apart from deep hatred between them, it is impossible for them to have anything to do with the word "love".

William, who was in the detention center, must have wanted to kill himself with a knife, but he was a scumbag, and even if he was killed, there would be no shame.

She gritted her teeth and squeezed the crystal frame tightly with both hands, as if to crush it.

A tear slipped down her left eye and onto the blue satin dress, and she was so shocked that she dropped the frame to the ground.

What the? Am I crying? Am I still crying? It's as if crying is a skill that doesn't belong to her.

Immediately afterward, a large tear rolled down from his right eye, and after a while the deep dark water stain on the blue skirt was blurred, as if two humble drops of morning dew had fallen into an endless ocean.

Someone knocked eagerly on her dorm door, shouting as they knocked, "Stella, are you there?" ”

Bai Xinrui wiped her face with the palm of her hand, and unexpectedly, she saw that her fingers and palms were full of water marks.

Wiping away her tears, she saw that among the crystal shards on the ground, the beautiful girl and the extraordinary boy were still smiling at her stubbornly, and this smile looked piercing.

With her feet in stiletto sheepskin shoes, she kicked the crystal shards and photographs under the bed, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Come in." ”

Before the voice fell, Amanda jumped up and down and rushed through the door, and Fat Vicky also squeezed in after him, followed by Silly White Sweet Amy.

"Have you figured out how to play?" Amanda has a playful smile curled into a crescent-shaped mouth with bright lipstick, like the Joker in Batman's The Dark Knight.

Bai Xinrui lowered her eyes and didn't speak, proudly put her hand made of bright red crystal armor on her cheek, deceiving herself to hide the loneliness and sadness on her face, and a row of three silver bright bone-piercing earrings looked particularly dazzling against the backdrop of her aunt's red nails.

"There's a lot to play, I'm afraid that a place that is too ordinary won't be able to stop those little girls!" Amy's happy appearance showed a complete lack of heart.

Amanda's gaze fell on the crystal fragments left on the floor, the corners of her mouth picked, deliberately looked away, and continued: "You are one of the five big men of the Blue Zion Hermitage handpicked by Quentin before graduation, and you are the only girl, if you speak, they will definitely buy it." I figured it out to be a little bit more secretive to have fun. Come to think of it, this kind of thing has to depend on you. ”

Bai Xinrui had already guessed Amanda's intentions, and refused in a cold tone: "I don't want to take them to the gymnasium, who knows if these freshmen are strict, I still have four years to graduate from School A, but I don't want the teacher to seal the secret base early." ”

Vicky looked at Amanda and then at Amy, and reluctantly proposed: "We also have a basement in Victoria Building, and it's not bad to play in the girls' dormitory building, so that it is easy to clear the scene and save boys from coming to make trouble halfway." ”

"This building is not very good! This is not our home field, the upstairs and downstairs are all 12th grade girls, if they find out, they will probably go to Lauren to report it! Amy pursed her lips, not so much because the place wasn't safe enough, but because the stage wasn't big enough.

"That's right, if that Lauren, who doesn't recognize his six relatives, comes over to stir up the situation in the middle of our game, won't it ruin everyone's fun?!" In order to show the seriousness of the situation, Amanda's two lively thin eyebrows flew up and down her overly wide forehead for a while, and it was only after a long time that she fell back to her eyelids unharmed.

"Nope! There was nothing urgent and I didn't want to deal with Kevin. Bai Xinrui is too lazy to talk to these idiots.

"As long as you nod your head, how can this kind of errand work cost you? Oops, please. Finally, by the time Bai Xinrui spoke, Vicky was already dancing excitedly.

"It's still a lakeside cabin. This is my floor. Unable to get impatient with the three girls, Bai Xinrui had to make concessions.