The Song family was deeply worried about Lin Wanjun, and Li Yuetang was so sad that she couldn't eat, and burst into tears when she mentioned her "poor" daughter-in-law.
But in the solitary confinement room, Lin Wanjun lived a pretty comfortable life.
If the peach cakes are too sweet, I'll eat some braised pork. If the braised pork is too salty, I'll eat an apple. If I'm still thirsty after eating the apple, I'll have a bottle of soda to soothe my thirst...
After eating and drinking to her heart's content and having a long sleep, Lin Wanjun hadn't felt so refreshed and relaxed for a long time.
There were no windows in the solitary confinement cell, and even the cracks in the door were blocked tightly, so not a single light could come through. But with Lin Wanjun's flashlight in hand, there was nothing to be afraid of.
There is no concept of time here, so Lin Wanjun entered the space and took a formal tour of the White House from top to bottom, inside and out.
Tsk, not good at all, far worse than the Forbidden City!
At the end of the corridor, Lin Wanjun pushed open a door and walked in.
What caught the eye were the eight large characters "I live, my country perishes; I die, my country survives", while the layout of the room was still the same as the original tent, with even the blood-stained German grey military uniform left in its original place.
Lin Wanjun examined the bloodstains on the uniform and muttered to herself, "This should be my great-grandfather's uniform, right? He was wounded and entered the space, took off his clothes and folded them, and then..."
What happened next? Where did he go? Was there a mysterious world deep within this space that she didn't know about?
Thinking of this, Lin Wanjun walked to the garden behind the White House.
The wall was not far away, and white roses were blooming brilliantly. Lin Wanjun walked forward a few meters, but found that the wall had retreated a few meters.
She thought she was hallucinating and took another ten meters forward, but still could not touch the bouquet of roses.
After repeating this several times, Lin Wanjun finally gave up.
This spatial world is like an endless ocean, with no end in sight.
"Great-grandfather!"
Instead of wasting time, Lin Wanjun simply stood on the lawn and shouted.
"Grandpa, I'm Lin Wanjun, your great-grandson's wife. If you can hear me, please say something!"
"squeak……"
Suddenly a voice came from behind, which startled Lin Wanjun so much that the hairs on her body stood on end.
She turned around in surprise and joy, only to see a door blown open by the wind, making a dull and silent sound, like a rotten and old piece of music from the years.
Lin Wanjun walked to the door that was blown open by the wind and looked inside. It was an empty room with nothing in it.
She was disappointed and said, "Grandpa, you are teasing me!"
So she returned to the front, like the Lion King inspecting his territory, Lin Wanjun walked around every room filled with supplies with her hands behind her back, stroking the piles of rice and flour, feeling very safe.
When I walked into the presidential office, I saw cute, white, fat pigs hanging neatly in the air, even dripping with red blood to symbolize freshness.
Lin Wanjun felt even more relieved. She seemed to see the table filled with delicious dishes such as braised pork, steamed pork with rice flour, and crispy pork.
Ah, I’m so greedy, my saliva is almost watering.
After inspecting the territory, Lin Wanjun was hungry again. This time she opened a can of sugar water as an appetizer.
When I was bored, I found a honeycomb coal stove, lit a fire, washed vegetables, and cooked a bowl of steaming hot egg noodles that was delicious and tasty, and also added a few slices of braised beef.
The scene was a bit funny.
In the magnificent state banquet restaurant of the White House, an aluminum pot is placed on a Chinese-style honeycomb coal stove, emitting steam and exuding fragrance.
Lin Wanjun was too lazy to use a bowl, so she just brought the small aluminum pot to the table.
The taste is a bit bland.
She went to the spice store and found a bottle of chopped pepper sauce to mix with the noodles, then devoured it all in one swift move...
Eat and then sleep.
When she was half asleep, Lin Wanjun suddenly remembered the door that was blown open by the wind.
That’s not right. How can there be wind in space?
Forget it, I’ll go to sleep first and continue studying later!
Lin Wanjun fell into a deep sleep. She didn't know that behind the door blown open by the wind, someone slowly opened his eyes...
Lin Wanjun has been in solitary confinement for an unknown period of time, but the people outside are extremely anxious.
Song Zhanjin hasn't slept a wink ever since Lin Wanjun was locked up in the solitary confinement room.
He couldn't get close to the confinement room, so he watched from afar, guarding silently, trying to keep the closest distance from Lin Wanjun as possible, even though she knew nothing.
Seventy-two hours were the most difficult and longest time in Song Zhanjin's twenty-five years of life.
When Wei Yifu announced that the lockdown was over and people could be let out, Song Zhanjin ran over like crazy and opened the door with trembling hands.
He was nervous and scared. He was afraid that Lin Wanjun could not endure the torture of these three days, that she would faint from hunger in there, or that she would have a stress reaction due to excessive fear of the dark.
Afraid that the light outside would hurt Lin Wanjun's eyes, Song Zhanjin opened the door slowly.
"Jun-jun! Jun-jun, are you okay?"
There was no movement inside, which made Song Zhanjin's heart suddenly rise to his throat.
Something happened to Junjun?
At that moment, Song Zhanjin's heart seemed to be hollowed out by someone, and the bloody pain almost made him unable to breathe.
"Kun-kun!"
He couldn't control his emotions and suddenly opened the door and rushed in.
The next moment, Song Zhanjin forced back the tears that had already welled up in his eyes.
He saw Lin Wanjun sitting on the bed, with her legs crossed, grinning at him with a hint of cunning and triumph.
"Hey, did that scare you?"
The imagined Lin Wanjun, who was hungry, cold, haggard and weak, did not appear. Standing in front of Song Zhanjin was a spirited, fair and tender young girl.
She stood up, stretched, and even burped in an unladylike manner because she was too full. Well, it was a burp that tasted like a chicken leg.
Song Zhanjin was a little confused.
He had seen soldiers in solitary confinement. After three days, even those with the strongest will would become weak and haggard, and some could not even stand up.
While I was stunned, the door of the solitary confinement room next door opened, and the bully crawled out crying and howling, grabbed someone's legs and started begging for food.
The bully had lost a lot of weight, his beard was untidy, his eyes were red, and there was even blood on his forehead. It must be because he had been in the dark for too long and had developed self-harming behavior.
Someone brought some watery rice porridge, so thin that you could see your reflection in it.
Lin Wanjun only took one look and turned her head away in disgust.
What is this!
Compared to her egg and beef noodles and various snacks and fruits, this rice porridge is simply inedible.
But the bully gobbled the rice porridge up in just two mouthfuls, and even snatched Lin Wanjun's rice porridge like a madman, like a starving ghost reborn.
"Bitch! Just wait!"
The bully's voice was hoarse, and he pointed at Lin Wanjun and gritted his teeth.
"You've made me suffer like this. Sooner or later, I'm going to kill you!"
How could Song Zhanjin tolerate his wife being threatened like this? He was about to step forward to deal with the other party, but Lin Wanjun stopped him.
"You forgot what I said again, didn't you? Don't cause trouble!"
The bully was still chattering and cursing Lin Wanjun, so much so that he didn't notice Wei Yifu and Meng Shuangou coming over.
Wei Yifu sneered and said, "It seems you haven't been in solitary confinement long enough, and haven't reflected on your actions clearly yet!"
Meng Shuan Gou kicked the bully and yelled, "Meng Fugen, shut up! Aren't you tired of making so much trouble?"
Lin Wanjun sneered, well, the bully’s name is Meng Fugen.
Since this kid can't change his bad habits, she will teach him another lesson to let him know what the evil of human nature is.
"Principal Wei, he seems unconvinced and wants to argue with me again!"
Lin Wanjun smiled and said, "Fighting is definitely wrong, but there has to be a winner, right? So I'm asking for another fight with him!"
Wei Yifu looked at Lin Wanjun with shock.
This girl has been hungry for three days, why is she still jumping around here like nothing happened?
And he didn’t know if it was his illusion, but he felt that Lin Wanjun seemed to have gained weight!
But as a well-informed principal, Wei Yifu asked, "What do you want to compete with him?"
Lin Wanjun showed a cunning and evil smile and pointed at two large water jars not far away.
"Let's compete with him in carrying water. Whoever fills the jar first wins!"
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