It was the first day of the new year.
The sound of firecrackers had awoken quite a lot of people this morning.
With his head moving, Zhang Ye got up from the table. While yawning and rubbing his stiff face, he looked outside, but could not see anything. The tiny window revealed a little of the morning sun, and the sound of firecrackers could be heard through it. He could hear the sounds of festivity outside, but he could not embrace the new year mood inside the detainment cell. The room was too silent. He got up and stretched his limbs. He was thirsty and also hungry.
"Where is everyone?"
"Anyone there?"
"Hey bros, give me something to eat?"
"If there's no breakfast, at least give me some warm water?"
Zhang Ye shouted outside, but no one bothered with him. He felt helpless, but did not complain. He sat down once again. Since he was under the roof of others, he had to make do.
It was a bit noisy outside.
