一回忆像海潮,排山倒海砸过来,一浪一浪,不可断绝。我尽量去屏蔽大脑中的某些想法,但每当夜深人静,躺在床上时,总会看到齐思宇站在高山上,用他那一双忧郁的眼神盯着远方,仿佛看到了遥远的命运,准备纵身一跃,提前投奔。我几次去看他,在看守所没有开灯的会见室里,隔着粗壮的铁栏杆,他被固定在犯人专座中,手上有手铐,脚上有 A memory of the tide, overwhelming smashed over, waves, can not be cut off. I tried my best to shield some thoughts from the brain, but when I was in bed in the dead of night, I always saw Qi Siyu standing on the high mountains, staring into the distance with his melancholy eyes as if I had seen the fate of far away and prepared Leap forward, ahead of schedule. I went to see him several times, in the meeting room where the detention center did not have lights on, across the sturdy iron railing, fixed in the prisoner's seat with handcuffs on his feet and