The reporters had arrived once again. From the sounds, there were probably more than two to three times the number of people than in the afternoon. Also there were even video cameras. Even people from the television stations had come!
Zhang Ye understood that it was definitely a result of “My Confession” from the afternoon. It had garnered public interest. They were here just in time!
The few policemen on duty tried to block the reporters.
“Why are all of you here again?”
“And to forcefully barge in? Do you believe that we won’t arrest all of you?”
“The interview request has not been approved by the Leader! All of you, get out!”
The three policemen clearly could not stop more than twenty reporters, as the reporters charged in. “Where’s Zhang Ye? Where is Zhang Ye locked up at? Ah! Over there! Over there! He seems to be writing something! Quickly video it!”
There was a lamp in the small, dark room. Despite it being not bright, it was enough for people to see.
Zhang Ye knew that the reporters were standing outside the door. He could not help but use the small stone, and he faced the wall while having his eyes closed to gather his mood. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and wrote two words on the wall with the stone, “Prisoner’s Song”!
You want me to explain?
You will judge me once I explain?
I can leave once I lower my head?
Zhang Ye sneered and then wrote forcefully on the wall:
Shut are the doors for humans,
Open is the entrance of a dog’s cage,
A high-pitched sound is heard:
crawl out and freedom will be granted!
I’ve been longing for liberty,
However, I am acutely aware
that a human body should never ever crawl out from a dog’s cage!
I have a dream that one day
the fierce fire from the underground
will consume the contained me,
And I shall live with fire and warm blood ever after!
……
Every word seemed to be filled with extreme anger! It was the same with “My Confession”! It also contained a dauntless spiritual essence that was not afraid in the face of death!
Zhang Ye had eaten calligraphy skill books, so even though he was writing with a stone, the words were very well-written. Every word was written in wide strokes!
It looked like a letter written in blood, causing people to feel shock!
The reporters seethed with excitement once again, “Hurry! Hurry! Snap it!”
“Where’s the light?”
“It’s too dark! Turn on the lights!”
“The people holding the lights have been intercepted by the police!”
“Let’s use our cell phones to illuminate it! Hurry! We must film it!”
“Right, our cell phones have flashlights!”
At this moment, the reporters worked together in unison. The reason was that a famous poem had appeared once again, “Prisoner’s Song”!