Quick Travel: From Beginner to Master

a city jail.

He Sichen and other prisoners worked in the quarry under the scorching sun.

Prison guards shuttled between them, monitoring whether they were working without stopping.

When He Sichen was still a free man who could enjoy all civil rights, the education from the state and society made him maintain due respect for prison.

But after he was imprisoned here and isolated from the outside world, he finally understood why people should abide by the law.

Endless forced labor, daily ideological reporting, the law of survival of the weak and the strong, and the sunlight that shines in the quarry is much dimmer than outside...

Everything is clearly conveying an indisputable fact to all prisoners.

——They were abandoned by society, and their human rights were greatly weakened in this strict prison.

He Sichen didn't understand anything when he first arrived, but after ten years of recording his pain and bitterness, he is now very familiar with the rules of survival in prison.

After finishing his own work, He Sichen consciously helped his boss in the same dormitory complete his share.

After the prison guard blew the whistle for dinner, a group of people threw their arms and ran to the cafeteria.

If you arrive late, there will be no food. This is also the default rule.

He Sichen prepared the meal, sat down on the table with a plate, glanced at it, and snatched away the food of the newcomer who had just come in.

He raised his fist and shook it in front of the newcomer as if to demonstrate. The newcomer shrank his neck and did not dare to resist.

The others glanced here, turned back as if nothing had happened, and chewed the unpalatable food on the plates on the table.

No one was minding other people's business, so He Sichen had a full meal at noon that day.

Then it’s time to relax.

Seeing the man with unique hobbies walking towards him, He Sichen was trembling with fear.

He tried his best to appear calm, but the uncontrollably twitching muscles on his face betrayed his inner feelings.

The man's previous regular partner was released from prison and turned his attention to him, who looked pretty good.

He Sichen anxiously asked the dormitory boss next to him for help, but the boss just smiled at him in a meaningful way, "You are busy with your business, I won't disturb you."

After saying that, he walked away.

The second before he was dragged away by the man, He Sichen grabbed the trouser leg of the person closest to him in panic.

It's the new guy.

He Sichen had no choice but to call out to him for help: "Help, help me! Go and call the prison guard, I'm begging you!!"

The newcomer hesitated for a while, and something complicated appeared in his eyes.

Not knowing what he thought of, he squatted down, opened He Sichen's fingers one by one, and moved away.

In a remote corner, the man was done.He stood up and spit on the ground, scolded He Sichen for being ignorant, and walked outside.

He Sichen was half leaning against the wall, gathering strength. When he saw the man was about to go around the corner and disappear, he burst out with unprecedented strength, threw himself forward and fell to the ground with the man.

Without giving the other party time to fight back, He Sichen attacked the murderer who had repeatedly crushed his male dignity without any plan.

When the prison guards came and pulled the two apart, one of the man's ears had been mostly torn off by He Sichen.

The prison guards rushed the injured to the infirmary, and He Sichen came to the solitary room where he tried his best to avoid.

In the darkness that was too thick to dissolve and the boundless loneliness that made people breathless, He Sichen curled up and hugged himself in a defensive posture.

In this small space, the only sounds that could be heard were his own breathing and talking to himself.

Suddenly, He Sichen remembered what happened a long time ago.

He was still a little kid then.

Children are playful by nature, and he is no different.

However, he has a mother who is extremely strict with him.

As long as he failed to get first place in the exam, his mother would lock him in the small storage room at home and deprive him of food and water for a whole day.

My father would never care about this kind of thing, because he thought what his mother did was not a big problem, and the starting point was also for his future.

They trained him in a way that was similar to dog training, and He Sichen did indeed grow into a good boy that other families would envy, just as they hoped.

But his mind was already riddled with holes and twisted, and he was eager to find an outlet to vent.

After all, he was not born to like domestic violence.

He Sichen has always been outstanding since then, and his parents just let things go and behaved extremely lovingly, as if there had never been any unpleasantness between them.

Maybe they thought he was still a child at the time, and what can a child remember?So I didn’t take it seriously at all.

But He Sichen remembered it, and remembered it very well.

He knew that his parents loved him, but the love was too intense. They used this love to ruin his life.

In the confinement room of less than four square meters, He Sichen's low sobs could be heard.

After the confinement ended, when He Sichen came out, he passed by a man with a bandage on his ear.

The man looked at him with a look that said he would never give up.

He Sichen smiled.

He thought it was funny how the man warned him, but he also thought it was funny that he couldn't escape.

Three days later, the prison issued a notice - two prisoners got into an argument over trivial matters during a break. During the fight, one of them died and the other was seriously injured. He died on the way to the hospital after resuscitation failed.

When Father He received the call from prison, he was heartbroken.

He's mother has been gone for several years, but she didn't expect her only son to be dead now.

He walked slowly down the long street with his back bent. The faces of the people around him were vivid. They all had their own hopes and eager expectations in their hearts.

He was alone, standing under the bright neon lights, at a loss as to where he was going.