Golden Greenery

There were no words all the way after the game, and time flew by.

The Madiburg youth team, which was full of resentment, defeated the visiting Hannover brothers Meppen 4:1 in a derby at the Victor Stadium on the weekend, raising the league points to 33 points. Zhuoyang did not score a goal in this game, but he had two assists. Scar scored a hat trick and Xiaozhu scored a long-range shot.

A few days later, Madibau's substitute lineup also defeated Unterhachen, who also had a soy sauce lineup, 1:0 at home. Unterhaching suffered a heavy blow at their home court and knew that their journey to the FA Cup had come to an end. Even with six goals and even taking stimulants as solid food, they could not recover them. They simply let it go and concentrated on being promoted in the league. great cause.

In this case, Madibao also cooperated very well to let all the main forces rest, and all the big animals must have a rest. The anger has already gone smoothly. If we beat the dog to death again, it will appear that we have no grace, right? Even so, a bunch of substitutes did not let the opponent lose much, completely extinguishing Unterhaching's FA Cup dream. Madibau miraculously and naturally made it into the quarter-finals of the FA Cup, becoming the only non-A team in the quarter-finals. Their opponent in the quarter-finals was Kaiserslautern, who had once achieved miracles.

This is the first time in the history of Madiburg Club that it has reached the quarterfinals of the German Football Association Cup. The pearl on the peninsula finally has a little honor to speak of.

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The breath of spring permeates the earth. In March, the mountains gradually turned from dark green to emerald green, as if they were wearing a new layer of clothes, and as if the old dust of winter had faded away in the sunshine. On the Guanzhong Plain deep in the interior of China, winter wheat stretches out as far as the eye can see, like a green carpet woven in layers. Qinchuan in March does not have the beauty of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but the scenery of the mountains when the peach blossoms are in full bloom. In the southeast of Xi'an city, there is a piece of land made famous by the famous writer's novel of the same name - Bailuyuan.

On the plateau there are criss-crossing paths, and the grass grows and orioles fly. The No. 2 Provincial Prison where Lao Mu served his sentence is located on Bailuyuan.

Half a year has passed since Lao Mu's sentence. During these six months, he has been silent a lot and is no longer a chatty person with a playful smile. Lao Mu often couldn't say a few words throughout the whole day. It wasn't that he couldn't say it, but that he didn't want to say it. The prisoners in the Provincial No. 2 Prison range from life to several years, but Lao Mu's one and a half years is the shortest among them. He is also the youngest inmate in the second prison. No matter how young he is, he is a minor and his place is not here.

There is no doubt that there are two worlds here and outside. Several high walls and power grids strictly separate this place from the urban area in the distance. This distinction is not geographical, but space, time, air, and even temperature. This is another world, another far away world, so far away that people are afraid that they will forget the spring outside the wall. Lao Mu spent every night on the cold, hard narrow bed, trying his best to recall the outside world, every detail, every minute and every second. Lao Mu didn't dare to let himself forget, and every minute he lost made him miserable.

Not long ago, Lao Mu, who was living in freedom, was filled with youthful rebellion and unruliness, which was a unique taste and fashion of youth. At that time, he was envious of the gangsters on the street, who always showed their coolness. He even admired those idle brothers who had been released from prison. They walked like the wind and responded to the call of the wind, and walked away in the busy city with swagger. No one dared to provoke them. Like the teenagers of this period, Lao Mu regarded the stories in Hong Kong and Taiwan gangster movies as real fashion, hot streets and endless pick-ups with girls.

The rebellious teenagers are not afraid of the law and think that even if they go to jail, they can show off their coolness.

However, it wasn't until he actually went to prison that Lao Mu realized that this was not his world at all.

This feeling comes from Lao Mu's soul.

When he was first taken into custody, Lao Mu didn't have any regrets. Fights have long been a common occurrence for him, beating others almost to death, but if the people don't complain to the officials, no one will hold them accountable. At the beginning, Lao Mu was full of curiosity and excitement about everything inside. However, his curiosity soon turned into fear as he lived in a detention center with no self-esteem like a dog.

Everyone here can trample on your dignity without any reason. From the harsh discipline to the ruthless soldiers on the high wall, from the boss in the cell to the thief on the street. Everyone looked at him in different ways, but there was something similar in the different eyes, because the eyes were scattered and they didn't seem to be focused on his body.

They are not looking at a person at all!

Lao Mu clearly felt that he was no longer a philosophical person in everyone's eyes. No one regards him as a human being, no one even thinks that he is better than a dog.

All this was completely different from what Lao Mu had longed for. There was no chatting and laughing with his eldest brother, no applause from the brothers on the road who boasted about their experience in picking up girls. No one dared to say to the armed police on the high wall: "Squad leader, give me the answer." Smoke!

There is only coldness, suffocation, oppression and humiliation here. The coldness here will penetrate into the bone marrow, the suffocation here will make you be forgotten by the air, the depression here will make you unable to see your own hands, and the humiliation here will remind you every moment that you are no longer human.

Fear began to invade every pore of Lao Mu, and the year and a half that was originally thought to be fleeting became far away. How many days are there in a year and a half? How many hours are there in a day? How many seconds are there in an hour? Lao Mu didn't dare to calculate, he was afraid of despair, because every second here was extremely long.

Maybe time will really freeze.

The fear of time gradually became numb, but then the passage of memory made Lao Mu's hair stand on end. He found that he could not remember some details of the world outside the wall, and more and more were lost, as if they had been stolen. He was afraid of forgetting every second of the outside world. He was afraid that after forgetting everything about the outside world, he would really become a dog here.

He began to force himself to re-record the past time, think about it second by second, and think about it over and over again.

Lao Mu thought of his father, whom he had never understood, and of his mother's tears late at night. He thought of every girl he had ever met, and of secretly drinking with Zhuo Yang, Jiushan and Haiyang. I remembered four people carrying Huang Jun's schoolbags, riding bicycles on the Weihe River embankment, laughing and racing, and then dug a hole to roast the sweet potatoes. He also thought of the classes he hated so much and the books he had never opened. When thinking of this, Lao Mu remembered that he was a human being.

The soul said to Lao Mu, you don't belong here. The soul is reminding Lao Mu that your world is outside.

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