It was already dawn when the bus arrived at the bus station. Beibei bought a set of pancakes on the side of the road, and was eating while waiting for the long-distance bus for the morning shift. The long-distance buses from the county town will be shipped every ten minutes, and there will definitely be a seat at the departure station, so she doesn't have to worry at all.

Snowflakes began to float in the sky, but the snowflakes were like in late autumn, just small white crystals, not at all like the snow in the twelfth lunar month, and they could crystallize into symmetrical flowers. There was no place to hide from the snow at the passenger station, and the surroundings were empty and unobstructed. Next to it was the square when she and Peng Cheng first met. Most of the trees in the middle of winter were poked beside them with bare tree poles, as if they were dead, and they were gone.

The long-distance bus is a big orange bus with bright colors that can be recognized by those far away. The roads that have been disrepaired for a long time are bumpy, and the cars will inevitably rise and fall when passing by. Larger cars naturally appear to be even more ups and downs, and more like boats floating on the sea.

The boat fell down in front of her, and the orange door opened silently. The spring was probably not good, and it was trembling. Beibei was the first to get on the car and found the front seat to sit down. The pancakes were a little cold, so she bit her two bites.

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All love is almost maintained by memories. If there are no memories, what else can love be left.

"Wife, why do you like to eat this? What's so delicious?" Peng Cheng slammed his mouth and said it bitterly. While wiping Beibei's mouth, his movements were so light, as if he hadn't touched it, he stared at the corner of the girl's mouth covered with sauce. "Oh! Look, you're so stupid." No matter how ugly he said, his eyes never turned away. He didn't dislike her. He would stretch out his slender fingers, gently scratch the corner of Beibei's mouth, wipe the sauce stuck to his mouth, and then watch Beibei's mouth move, and then overflow the corner of his mouth.

"Don't move, look, don't move." As he said that, the young man would grab her and then wipe it again with great concentration as if he was doing some high-tech experiment.

Beibei likes to look at his focused eyes. Will she want to know what this kid is thinking in his head? Did she really think about nothing? Or would he also think about random things, or would he really focus on the front of him like a child.

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If Peng Cheng had less stubbornness about gambling, maybe his life would have been better. If he hadn't had fingerprints that time, his life would have been better. Maybe Peng Cheng sat in a large room in the detention center, his heart was full of ups and downs. Anything that had a corner in this house that could kill people was dealt with, and it was wrapped up properly, and it was obviously not for him.

Beibei said he would wait for him, which made Peng Cheng feel a stream of passion coming up from his life, making his eyes dark. He had to survive this level, he had to survive. He couldn't let Beibei wait for him outside in vain, right? Last night he thought that if he really couldn't do it, he would just take action. Don't let someone beat him to death, but now Peng Cheng feels that he has to go out even if he loses his life.

These two days! The news from Zhang Chao said that in these two days, the police would come to interrogate him and asked him to think about it carefully. After all, it was more than ten years ago, and I couldn't remember many details, so I still have a chance. However, Zhang Chao also said that the police would beat people and use some uncontrollable means. What would they be? The young man really wanted to know.

Peng Cheng pulled off the orange and yellow prison uniform. The texture of the thing was very poor, and it was rainproof, which made people feel uncomfortable. He was anxious. The shackles of the thing made him even more anxious. He wanted to take it off, but the discipline saw that he would not let it go. At this moment, he would have to take it off. He felt that he could suffocate to death if he didn't let it go.

He treated him differently from others in this detention center. The young man understood everything, and he just put aside two cigarettes. Besides, Zhang Chao's boss spent a lot of effort on this matter. After all, Zhang Chao could get involved in the matter. Can he be involved in the matter? This boss must have an obligation, so he naturally has to straighten out the leaders above.

This is the detention center under the county police station. Those who come here are all small-scale fights and are released in fifteen days. Before Peng Cheng came, he heard Zhang Chao say that he was in because of gathering a crowd to fight. After arriving, he realized that it was not just because of the war, but because those people could fight that day, they were too many and they went crazy.

Even though he knew the reason, Peng Cheng decided to help his brother. It wasn't really for his brother. It was because of the two thousand yuan. Anyway, he didn't skate and just fought. The other party started to attack first. It was okay. Hey! It was too heartbroken. The young man thought, if Beibei didn't stop him on the phone that day, Peng Cheng would probably retreat when he knew that the matter was related to drugs. Now that I think about it, I'd be fine.

The guards in this small detention center don't care about interrogation, and the prisoners in major cases will not spend money on passing little kids. They are considered to be the eighteen unreliable people in the public security system and are forced to train. They are also resentful and easy to talk about.

At the corner of the door, some people in prison uniforms were busy working, and Peng Cheng couldn't understand why they were doing so miserably. What mistake did they make to make these gentle guards clean up like this?

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"Guess what they can do?" Peng Cheng picked a teammate who looked easy to talk to. The man had bare hair and only a little bit left on his neck. His egg-shaped body made people feel extremely vulgar. He always liked to hold his head between his shoulders, as if others could not see him.

"Just hit someone! What else can I do? I'll beat you with a big stick, bang." The man gestured as if he was playing golf. His voice was so small, but his mouth was quite big. He said with a stingy look and looking at the door. He was so involved. Peng Cheng's body leaned back more and more, and he felt a chill whizzing from the soles of his feet.

"Can you admit it if you don't hit you?" The man suddenly shook his eyebrows twice, and even his eyes opened wide. Peng Cheng was shocked to realize that although this guy had few hair, he had eyebrows and was quite thick.

"Can they still do that?" Peng Cheng put down his rice bowl and couldn't eat it anymore.

He didn't believe what Zhang Chao said. Although he hadn't been to prison or interrogated, he felt that the police were not so perverted and tortured himself with such means. But the words of this man made him a little believe. No matter how he heard it, he felt that Zhang Chao said it more like the truth. Peng Cheng's heart suddenly became terrible. He became upset and began to regret it again.

Zhang Chao said that those policemen would stick water with white paper and stick layer by layer on their faces, making people unable to breathe, and then they would take it away. Sometimes when the police smoked a cigarette and couldn't watch it, they would choke and choke. The young man remembered that it was in the movie he had watched. When the old woman who had broken shoes was killed, she used this trick. Why are they so fashionable in prison now?
Chapter completed!