In the dimly lit cell, Meng Hao curled up, listening carefully to the bursts of joy coming from outside the wall, and couldn't help but feel sad. He whispered: "On the fifteenth night of August in the past, Linxuan enjoyed the moon feast. On the night of August 15 this year, I listened to the firecrackers. ”

"Well... Lord Meng is so interested..."There was a cheer from the darkness.

As the footsteps approached, the figure of the county Cheng Du Liang slowly emerged, and he was still so arrogant. I saw him smile contemptuously at the wooden fence, and then asked, "Master Meng, are you still used to it?"

Meng Hao sneered, "Hehe, don't bother with Lao Du County, Meng is fine." ”

Du Liang snorted, looking very concerned, "Is everything okay?" I'm just afraid that this dark and damp dungeon will make you uncomfortable, so I came to see you." Since everything is fine with Master Meng, then I won't disturb you to enjoy Qingfu. ”

After that, Du Liang didn't care about Meng Hao's reaction, just hummed an unknown cheerful little song and disappeared into the dim passage.

Meng Hao was indignant, but he had nothing to do, so he could only scold hatefully: "It's just a traitor, what's there to be proud of?" Shameless and filthy ......"

After scolding over and over again for a while, Meng Hao was also a little tired, so he continued to curl up in the corner of the simple bed, so as to dispel the unknown fear in the dark.

The air smelled damp and unpleasant, and the sound of unknown animals gnawing on things in the darkness made Meng Hao uneasy and frightened.

Only the not-so-bright oil lamp on the wall not far away reassured him a little. That ray of light seemed to be all Meng Hao's hope and all his sustenance.

Time passes slowly, and I don't know how to do it.

I only remember that a jailer came twice and added oil to the lamp twice.

Meng Hao stayed awake all night.

......

The next day, as soon as Meng Hao fell asleep, a jailer came to deliver a bowl of black rice.

Meng Hao turned his head to look, but did not get up, and let the bowl of rice lie quietly on the ground.

I don't know how long it took, Meng Hao fell asleep again.

With a sound of "tapping, tapping", Meng Hao woke up from his shallow sleep.

A jailer shouted, "Master Meng, your family has come to see you." ”

Meng Hao got up from the bed and took a few steps forward.

Then, the cell door was opened, and a woman rushed in, hugging Meng Hao tightly.

Meng Hao felt the soft body, warm embrace, and familiar smell, but he didn't say anything for a long time.

He also wanted to greet his family, and he also wanted to say that he was fine, but he couldn't.

He let the people who came to hold him, let the people cry loudly, and let her touch and comfort him.

He was just indifferent.

Looking at the wine and food that were laid out one by one, they were his favorite foods in the past, but now he has no appetite.

The empty stomach was constantly souring and swelling, he just wanted to vomit, he wanted to vomit all the spleen, liver, heart and lungs in his stomach.

In the face of his wife's earnest concern, he had to forcibly suppress his body's violent reaction, and replied calmly and calmly: "I'm fine, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night." ”

Time flies in a dreary.

With the jailer's shouting, Mrs. Meng got up and left.

He looked at the burning eyes in the dim air, embarrassed and ashamed.

When the footsteps were far away, he could no longer contain his body's instincts and vomited loudly into the corner. Until you spit it out again.

Exhausted, he collapsed on the bed.

I don't know how long it took, but Meng Hao, who had an empty stomach, finally got up from the bed, slowly moved to the place where the wine and food were placed, and ate it in a big gulp.

When you're full, pick up the flask and pour it into your mouth.

Eat and drink enough, and drink alcohol, it is a good time to sleep.

After a while, snoring sounded in the dimly lit cell.

......

When Meng Hao was woken up again, it was on the evening of August 16, and Mrs. Meng brought him wine and food. Since then, in the darkness of the cage of the years, each visit is the only way to calculate time. After two meals, Meng Hao was about to enter a longer period of darkness, and this was the night.

Sometimes, the jailer would forget to add lamp oil to the oil lamp, and when the lamp went out, Meng Hao entered the real dark world, a space without a trace of light.

What kind of feeling is that? It's more terrifying and frightening than the so-called 'fingers can't be reached' on a daily basis.

In the dark, it seems that a black hand touches your face, touches your exposed skin in the air, soft, cool, and makes people's hairs stand on end.

Those autumn mosquitoes burst out with thunderous roars, flying in the air with all their strength, biting all the skin that could be targeted.

The rats running around in the dark would inadvertently squeak, and sometimes they would fall from the roof of the cell and smash on Meng Hao's body.

In absolute darkness, the sounds that would otherwise be small and small will be infinitely amplified.

The sound of peristalsis in the stomach and intestines, the sound of blood flowing, these would not have been heard, but now they really resounded in Meng Hao's ears.

Slowly, Meng Hao felt that the darkness had flowed into his pores, along the meridians and blood vessels, all over his body.

After Meng Hao ate twenty meals in his cell, he had problems sleeping. He could no longer sleep as he normally would, and he was no longer sleepy.

Sleep can only be obtained after getting drunk.

He began to drink heavily, and he asked Madame Meng to send more wine when she visited.

......

It's cold, it seems to say that it's cold, it's cold, a few days ago it was still warm and sunny, a snowstorm came to come, without warning, the whole Lin'an City was covered with a layer of white clothes.

Compared with the rotation of seasons and the raging north wind in the outside world, in the dim cell, Meng Hao was still so chaotic. As if he had lost his way, he wandered incessantly in the dimly lit space. Even though his family came to see him every day, his heart was still full of weeds, filling his empty, barren heart.

The old days have been floating in his mind, and those things that had been forgotten have resurfaced one by one, mushrooming like mushrooms after a rain, and it is difficult to contain.

His eyes appeared of his deceased parents, their voices, their kindness, their funeral scenes, and his eyes appeared in front of his eyes the appearance of his youth, when the youth was proud, when the youth was high-spirited, and now he is trapped in prison.

During this time, it seemed that Meng Hao had experienced the most and longest nights, not so much many nights, but one, a dark night that never ended.

......

The more you drink, the more you drink, the better. In the end, no amount of alcohol could numb his nerves, and he completely lost sleep.

By this time, he had lost not only sleep, but also his sense of smell.

He began to walk around in a closed cage, moving around directionlessly, irregularly.

By this time, he had been in detention for more than two months.

The time for release is not far away.

He began to hallucinate and began to trance.

......

In the evening of that day, Mrs. Meng still came to the cell with food. Behind the dim wooden fence, the figure walking around in a daze shattered her strength fiercely, and she could no longer suppress the grief in her heart, and howled loudly. This is the second time she has cried after Meng Hao was detained. The first time was on the first day of visiting him.

The cry didn't shake the figure, he was like a ghost, just following the memories before he died, walking endlessly.

Mrs. Meng wiped away her tears, walked to the body, and slapped Meng Hao hard with the greatest strength in her life.

A loud sound pierced through the walls around it, breaking the shackles of the shell.

Meng Hao was a little dazed, stretched out his hand to cover his hot face, and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, the trembling woman in front of him.

"Min'er, is that you?" Meng Hao asked uncertainly.

"Master..."Before the words could be spoken, Mrs. Meng cried bitterly.

"Okay, don't cry..."Meng Hao gently hugged his wife and said softly, "I seem to have a nightmare, a long, long nightmare, in which I can't sleep, just walk in the dark, keep walking and walking..."

Mrs. Meng gently patted Meng Hao's back and reassured: "It's okay, everything is over, it will be fine soon, and we will be reunited as a family soon." ”

"Yes. Meng Hao nodded in the dark.

"Sir..."

"Huh?"

"Hold on a little longer, and soon you'll be home. For the sake of me and the child, for the sake of our family, hold on a little longer, okay?" Mrs. Meng seemed to be coaxing a child, using up her tenderness and expectation.

"Okay, I will. ”

On this day, there are still ten days left before the month of March.

......

In order to avoid entering the nightmare again, Meng Hao began to recite those scriptures and texts that he had studied many years ago, and began to recite the four books "University", "The Mean", "Analects" and "Mencius" in his cell, and had already memorized the Five Classics "Book of Songs", "Book of Songs", "Book of Rites", "Zhou Yi" and "Spring and Autumn".

In the dimness, the sound of "Zi Yue" was heard from time to time.

When people have expectations, life will be better.

Although Meng Hao's sleep still did not improve, he no longer panicked the darkness and was no longer afraid of long hours.

In addition to reciting the meaning of the scriptures, he began to compose poems, pondering the words and scrutinizing the sentences, and he was very busy. Sometimes, a word had to be hammered for hours, and for the first time he had spent so many years of reading and writing, he had discovered that it took so much time to scrutinize words. He found that he did not have enough time left to work out the complete verses of the poem on his own, so he simply gave up on these things that were of little practical significance.

He began to miss the outside world, he missed the scorching sun, the fresh air, the blue sky and white clouds, the drizzle, the pouring rain, the fallen leaves and dead grass, the heavy snow, he missed everything outside.

He misses his wife, her gentleness and gentleness, her beauty and gentleness, her warm embrace, he misses his son, he thinks of his cleverness, his humility and studiousness, his well-behaved and obedient.

He misses home and thinks about everything in his home.

These will soon appear in front of his eyes, and he is looking forward to it.