The foreign worker took the two back to the cell, and Xia Cadre got up and said: "Zhou Shaoqing, I have learned about your situation, and you are okay in the cell, but your actions today are too dangerous, if you don't punish them severely, how to manage them in the prison cell?" Lock you up for a few days, reflect on yourself, and you won't be shackled, just handcuffed. Come with me! ”

Xia cadre took out handcuffs from the duty room and put them on for me, leading the way in front, I followed behind, and the blue vests serving sentences along the way looked at me walking in the direction of the confinement room, and they all showed a gloating and sympathetic expression.

Soon Xia cadre opened an iron door and said, "Go in." ”

The difference between the iron gate and the fence of the cell is that it is the whole door, and when I stepped into the iron gate, Xia cadre said to me: "You have three days to reflect on it." With that, he closed the iron door and left.

The confinement chamber was about three or four square meters, and to the left of the entrance was a small platform about knee-high, similar to the large bunk in the cell, but much more condensed. Directly facing the door was a urinal, and the only area left to move around was about the size of an outstretched hand. The walls around are not bricks, but are pasted with a layer of wall cloth, which can be concave when pressed a little hard, obviously made of soft packaging, an incandescent lamp on the ceiling overhead, the wattage should not be high, glowing with a dim yellow light, there is a camera on the wall above the iron door, and then there is a book-sized ventilation window on the wall near the ceiling, and four thumb-thick steel bars are erected.

It was quiet, there was no sound at all, except for the sound of my own breathing.

I twisted around with difficulty and took out the cigarette and match from my trouser pocket, the handcuffs were not very tight, but the movement was somewhat blocked, and I opened my hands outward, struck the match, lit the cigarette, and sat down on the bed. Leaning against the wall and smoking, the cigarette ash fell all over his body, got up and patted the cigarette ash on his body, walked to the urinal with the cigarette butt in his mouth, spit the cigarette butt into the bedpan, and continued to sit on the bed in a daze.

I don't know how long the time has passed, but when I heard the sound of screwing the key from the iron door, I hurriedly got up and stood up. The iron door opened, and it was two foreign workers in blue vests, who walked in with my quilt and threw them on the bed, along with a roll of toilet paper, and then turned around and walked out, without saying a word from beginning to end.

After the foreign workers closed the door and left, I began to make the bed, and found that there were three packs of cigarettes and a box of matches wrapped in the quilt, which should have been put in by Wu Jianguo or Boss Xu, I smiled, yes, I shouldn't be sad for three days. I made the bed and lay down to get ready to sleep, I couldn't take off my clothes with handcuffs, so I simply took off my shoes and lay down directly and began to sleep.

Before I fell asleep, I heard a sound from the iron door, this time the door did not open, but a small window opened under the iron door near the ground, and a sentence came from outside, "head and tail", and then handed in a rice bowl, a boiled cabbage and rice were handed in and placed on the floor, and then the window was closed, and it became very silent again.

Got out of the quilt, rolled the quilt inside, left a little space on the bed, picked up the head and tail that had just been brought in, put it on it, squatted on the ground, and put it in a very difficult and awkward posture to feed the food in his mouth with a spoon. Holding the spoon in one hand, make a cross between the two hands at the wrist with the handcuffs as the intersection, twist the body and extend the neck to approach the spoon. There are very few rice, and there are few dishes, most of which are soups. After eating a few sips and drinking some soup, he poured most of the rest into the urinal and washed it off, then rinsed the rice bowl with water and put it behind the door, lit a cigarette again, squatted on the side of the bed and smoked.

I've heard of confinement before, and I always think that the kind of talk they talk about is a bit too exaggerated, isn't it just a few days of being alone in a small space? Isn't it just to go to sleep? But when I arrived at the confinement room, I realized that it was not so simple. After eating the head and tail, I estimated that no one should come back today, so I took off my shoes and lay on the bed and began to sleep, the wall with the soft bag on my head was not so cold, I thought I would be able to fall asleep soon, but I found that I didn't know how long it had passed, I still didn't feel sleepy, closed my eyes and began to count, the effect was minimal. I got up and leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, no longer caring where the ashes fell, one after another, and the cigarette butts were thrown on the ground in front of the urinal next to the bed, and I still didn't want to sleep. Thinking about what they were doing in the cell, and I didn't know when the time came, it was time to go to bed, I guess Wang Yongfei should be talking to me, it is estimated that there are two fewer people in the cell, and the bunk will be more spacious when they sleep. I began to comfort myself again, the court will be held on Tuesday, and the three-day confinement should be insufficient, today and tomorrow, why will you send me to the court the day after tomorrow! Thinking of the court session and thinking that Li Yin should go to the hearing, I began to think about what I should say to Li Yin when I saw her during the trial? Say thank you? Say you haven't seen you for a long time and miss it? Unconsciously, Li Yin's appearance gradually emerged in his mind? Long hair or short hair? Will you laugh or cry at me? Zhang Youxue and Brother Deng should also come, right? I don't know if I can talk? Will my family come over? Is it dad or mom?

Unconsciously, the cigarettes were connected one by one, a lot of soot fell off the quilt on his chest, he felt that his lips were dry and a little torn, he moistened his lips with his tongue with some saliva, got up and got out of bed at the faucet with his handcuffed hands and took some water and drank it, pursed his lips and lay down again and directly covered the quilt on his head, curled up in a ball and tried to fall asleep.

I can't stop thinking in my head, and I force myself to sleep. Thinking is really difficult to control, and in terms of rationality, I know that I should let go of my mind at this time to fall asleep early, but my mind is like a wild horse that has escaped from the reins, thinking of where it is completely out of my control, and at this time I kind of understand what it is like to be outside of the Eight Wilderness of the Fugue.

I don't know when I fell asleep, anyway, on the way, I got out of the quilt, smoked, went to the toilet and washed my face several times, and I couldn't see anything outside in the confinement room, and I didn't know when it was, and finally I fell asleep in the constant tossing.

I woke up to the sound of the iron door, turned sideways to see the small window under the door open, and a hand reached in and took the rice bowl I had washed last night, and then brought in a head and tail with the same content as last night. After taking a look, I really couldn't raise any appetite, so I didn't get ready to eat.

I got out of the quilt, sat down against the wall, picked up the cigarette and match next to my head, lit a cigarette with a cigarette that was already dry and cracked my lips, looked at the cigarette butts and match heads all over the floor next to the bed, I smiled bitterly, and touched the back of my head against the wall behind me, hey, it really didn't hurt.

It's been a night, it's a night, I'm going to go to court tomorrow, I can pass it if I hold on, I said to myself, I turned my head and bit the cigarette butt with my teeth and blew hard, half of the cigarette ash was scattered on the ground and half flew to the quilt, I didn't care about it, I spit out the cigarette butt after smoking, and shrunk down and continued to sleep.

This time it was useless, counting until I forgot to count how much I didn't feel sleepy, and the goats counted one by one until I felt that the numbers were very awkward, and there was still no sign of wanting to sleep.

Maintain a shape and sit until the sound of the small window opening again, the blue vest reached out to take the rice bowl and found that the weight was different, and he was obviously shocked when he found that the weight was different, and his hand obviously stopped, and after a short pause, he pushed the rice bowl that was sent in the morning to contain the head and tail inside, and said softly: "Brother Zhou, pour out the head and tail, and let the cadres know that if you haven't eaten, you think you are going on a hunger strike, and you will be made more ruthless." ”

I hurriedly got up and got out of bed, picked up the rice bowl, poured the contents into the bedpan and rinsed it with boiling water, then turned around and handed the rice bowl out of the small window, and said, "Thank you, I'll get you cigarettes when I go out!" ”

"Brother Jian greeted me, if there is no smoke, you can tell me, and I will bring it to you when I send the head and tail in the afternoon." The blue vest outside said.

"Not now, and, it's okay, I'll have a court tomorrow, and I won't be locked up for that long." I handed a cigarette out of the small window, and the migrant worker closed the window after picking it up.

After talking to people for a few words, the anxiety eased a little, picked up the head and tail sent and squatted at the head of the bed and began to eat hard, the hunger from the stomach was very strong, but it tasted like chewing wax in the mouth and was difficult to swallow. After hastily eating a little, he continued to waste food, poured the head and tail into the urinal, washed the rice basin and put it at the feeding mouth.

The spirit is a little trance-like, sitting on the bed always unconsciously making the action of picking the head with both hands, and unconsciously using the head and the wall to do a collision movement, which is completely a subconscious action. Mechanically lit a cigarette, smoked, spit out a cigarette butt and then stared at the ceiling in a daze, and then continued to light a cigarette, lit a cigarette, the entire confinement room became a filming location for the Journey to the West monsters, under the dim light, the smoke in the air layer by layer different curves to form different curves, gradually dissipated, I squinted and kept providing smoke for the scene, my mouth seemed to have become a dry ice machine spout, mechanically spit out a string of smoke, to the vent is a little hot when I don't know it.

I didn't fall asleep for a moment, I picked up the water at the faucet and moistened my hot and dry lips, slowly picked up the cigarette butts on the ground one by one and threw them into the urinal to flush them off, and then ripped off a little toilet paper and dipped it in some water, squatted on the ground and began to slowly suck the soot on the ground. It didn't seem to be long after the time passed, squatting on the ground against the edge of the bed and smoking, bored enough to bomb the ash everywhere, ready to prepare for another cleaning.

When I first saw the cigarettes that Wu Jianguo brought in, I still felt a lot, but now I began to feel that maybe there were not enough cigarettes, and by this time there were only one and a half packs of cigarettes left, and my tongue was a little foamy from smoking, and I felt that I still lit it unconsciously from time to time. When the head and tail came in in the evening, I immediately leaned on the small window and asked, "Brother, can you go to Nansi Seventh Prison to help me get a few packs of cigarettes, this time is too difficult, and the cigarettes are almost finished." ”

With the head and tail came in, there was also a bag of red plums with most of the remaining half, and the foreign worker said: "Brother Zhou, you can't come here casually, every day is to send the head and tail over, I still have more than half a bag here, you insist, I will wait and ask your foreign workers in the South Fourth Building to tell Brother Jian, and bring it to you tomorrow morning when I send the head and tail." ”

"Okay, you talk to the foreign workers in our building, and ask Brother Jian to get you a few packs of cigarettes, I still have them in my number." I took my cigarette and said outside.

The foreign worker didn't say much and left quickly, and I looked at the head and tail of most of the pot of soup soaked in a big fist of rice, and I didn't have the slightest desire to eat. I lit a cigarette and began to fight with the last ten hours, it was impossible to fall asleep for a short time, I started singing, from the pop songs I learned recently, gradually singing the revolutionary red songs I learned in elementary school, listening to the mountain songs sung by the people in my hometown when I was a child, until my throat was dry and I don't know how long the time had passed, I turned on the faucet and drank some water to moisten my throat and prepare for sleep. But it was only a preparation, and I don't know how long it was, but I smoked a pack of cigarettes, drank water countless times, went to the toilet I don't know how many times, and then put a basin of cold head and tail on the bed and started eating again. This time I ate very slowly, and there was something to do in my hands to pass the time, and this time I ate the head and tail of this rice bowl, and there was no soup left. After eating, I carefully washed the rice bowl and spoon, and continued to pick up cigarette butts and wipe the floor one by one. When he was done, he sat on the ground and began to think about it.

I suddenly recalled that when I was living outside our school with Li Yin, one weekend when the two of us were basking in the sun outside the room and chatting, a monk wearing silk clothes and cloth shoes came, and gave us a yellow and clear amulet of enlightenment. After a sharp blow, we were incarnated, and at that time, the amount to me was not less than 100 yuan, and the amulet was written on the Buddhist "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra". So he got up, sat down at the head of the bed, and began to close his eyes and silently recall the scriptures.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color...... "I tried my best to remember and try to calm myself," I thought about it, and it was the same. The relics are the empty phase of all the laws, which are neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, nor increased nor decreased. Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts, no minds, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, no sound, no fragrance, no vision, no consciousness, no ignorance, no ignorance, no old age, no old age, no death......"

I can't remember the whole Heart Sutra, and I can read as much as I can remember. Again, again, again......

Gradually, his mood calmed down, he lay down, shrunk into the quilt, closed his eyes, and unconsciously fell asleep in the silent chanting. I felt that I had been deceived and regretted it for a while, but now that I think about it, could it be that every peck and drink has cause and effect?