Chen Ziyang is already going crazy!

He had been locked up in this prison for a whole month since he had woken up from his coma, and in that month he had seen nothing but the hollow walls and the cramped cells, and not even a word had been spoken to him in the course of a month.

Endless loneliness and darkness came to him, and Chen Ziyang was already on the verge of a nervous breakdown at this time. Being in a claustrophobic space for a long time and not being able to communicate with others can lead to claustrophobia at mild levels, and if it is severe, it may directly lead to a mental breakdown.

Chen Ziyang remembered that he once read in a magazine that there is a method of extorting confessions by torture abroad, which uses this tactic, to confine people for a long time, and not let others talk to him, so that he cannot communicate with people for a long time, and this person is very eager to pour out his own words, and if he is interrogated again at this time, he will almost say whatever you ask him, and absolutely without reservation, and will say much more than you want to know.

The first symptom of the consequences of this long-term lack of communication is long-term insomnia, at this time Chen Ziyang's eyes are bloodshot, short-tempered, he will often lose his temper for no reason, drop things, he has not slept well for more than ten days.

Looking at the camera on the ceiling, Chen Ziyang's anger did not come to a place, he smashed the plates and bowls piled all over the ground one by one towards the camera on the ceiling, but there seemed to be a layer of tempered glass for protection on the outside of this camera, and those iron plates and bowls were useless to smash on it, but the fragments of porcelain bowls all over the ground cut his feet from time to time.

Chen Ziyang even thought about committing suicide, and just in the moment this thought arose, he had several ways to commit suicide, such as cutting his wrists with the fragments of a porcelain bowl, or banging his head on the toilet to kill himself. And this suicidal thought is getting stronger and stronger, and this desire is getting stronger and stronger, if it weren't for Chen Ziyang gritting his teeth several times and standing up, he would already be a dead man.

On this day, the small iron window on the door was opened, and the dirty, wrinkled hand once again pushed Chen Ziyang's food through the iron window. Hearing the sound of the iron window opening, Chen Ziyang hurriedly jumped up from the bed with a fish jump, ran to the edge of the door quickly, and grabbed the hand tightly. At this time, he didn't care about his own actions and knocked over his lunch, and Chen Ziyang at this time urgently needed to communicate with others.

"Say a word to me, say a word to me, please, even if it's a word, please, say a word to me." Chen Ziyang grabbed the hand of the food delivery person and begged desperately.

But the person who delivered the meal still didn't say a word, but desperately wanted to pull his hand back. The strength of this hand was very large, and with a sudden pull, it almost made Chen Ziyang get rid of his hand. So Chen Ziyang sat on the ground, bent his two legs slightly, stepped on the iron door, and with the help of the strength of his two legs and two hands, he reluctantly pulled this hand in.

"Don't go, don't go! Tell me, who are you? You can say anything, why don't you talk to me? Please, speak to me. Chen Ziyang used all his strength to hold this hand, desperately not wanting this person to leave, in the past month, he has only seen this hand.

Writhing desperately on the ground, Chen Ziyang wanted to pull the owner of his hand, the fragments of the porcelain bowl on the ground pierced deep into his buttocks and thighs, some blood seeped out from the wound, and even the white rice he knocked over on the ground today was already dyed a trace of red, Chen Ziyang pulled desperately until his strength ran out.

Feeling that Chen Ziyang was exhausted, the owner of this dirty hand suddenly pulled his hand out of the iron window, and at the same time, the iron window was also closed.

"Nope! No! Don't ......" Chen Ziyang shouted desperately, a tyrannical feeling came to him, Chen Ziyang stood up from the ground, shook his hands desperately, stomped his feet, every time he shook his hands, every time he stomped his feet, he shouted a "no" word loudly.

Now Chen Ziyang has completely lost his mind, and he has completely vented this tyrannical emotion on the room full of plates and porcelain bowl fragments. He kicked the plates one by one, each kicking harder than the last, and the flat plates became bent under his vent. The large pieces of porcelain bowl fragments were also turned into more tiny pieces by his step.

"I can't stand it, I can't stand it!" Chen Ziyang shouted loudly, and at the same time, his scarlet eyes suddenly saw a porcelain bowl fragment on the ground, Chen Ziyang quickly squatted down, took the porcelain bowl fragment in his hand, and at the same time put the fragment on the wrist of his left hand, ready to commit suicide by cutting his wrist.

In the crack of Chen Ziyang's right finger holding the fragment of the porcelain bowl, a pattern was revealed, which was originally printed on the porcelain bowl, although the porcelain bowl was smashed to pieces, but this pattern was still intact. This pattern is also very simple, it is two cherries connected together under a green leaf, looking at these two ruddy cherries, Chen Ziyang was stunned for a moment.

At this time, Chen Ziyang remembered his mother, cherries are his mother's favorite fruit, every year when the cherries are ripe, Chen Ziyang will go to the cherry tree with his mother to pick cherries to eat, mother and son, you feed me, I feed you, eat very satisfied, smile very sweet, this time is the happiest time for Chen Ziyang and Chen's mother.

The cherry pattern in front of him reminded Chen Ziyang of his mother, and he slowly calmed down and put down the fragment of the porcelain bowl he was holding in his hand. "I can't die, I survived with great difficulty, my parents, my friends, are still waiting for me to go back, no matter who imprisons me here, I will never let him succeed, I want to live strongly." Chen Ziyang thought in his heart.

Maybe only people who have experienced life and death can know the preciousness of their lives, Chen Ziyang fell from such a high mountain stream, at that moment he felt that he was dead, but God gave him a second chance.

His father was terminally ill, but he was lucky to come back from the ghost gate, after hitting there, his father quit smoking, and concentrated on drinking tea and health, all of this, only people who have experienced life and death can do it, this is a real face of death, can do the transformation, that is, the cherishing of life.

I want to live, I don't just want to live, I want to live better.

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