炎炎夏日已到，看守们晚上在小牢房外一间装有空调的大屋子里睡觉。

小牢房里热的像蒸笼，我二十四小时在里面“蒸”，汗水终日浸泡全身。

一天晚上副所长走进牢房。

俩个看守赶紧把牢房的吊扇打开，搬来一张舒适的椅子给她坐，再搬来一个大风扇对着她呼呼的吹。

那副所长在呼呼风声中大声对我嚷道：

“唐乙文！我刚去广州开会回来，省领导很关心的问我你的情况！可你什么都不说，我根本没法向领导汇报！我今晚就坐在这里等你开口说话！你不开口我就在这里坐一晚！”

我坐在小塑料凳上一言不发，眼看地板。

她开始大声训斥我，给我算“如果你没坐牢，这三年你已经赚了多少钱？” “你不觉的可惜吗？！”

我在心里背法。

“唐乙文！如果你不想主动说什么，那你回答我的问题！”她开始问问题，一个接一个。

我沉默。

“唐乙文！你不想说话就答是或不是！”

我沉默。

“唐乙文！你不想答那就点头、摇头、或者笑一笑都行！”

我什么反应都没有。

“唐乙文！跟你说话很没有意思！你好像根本没听见我说什么！”

不知过了多久突然听她说：“我走了！”

看守唯唯诺诺送走她后冲进牢房大骂我：“所长在这里说了几个小时你居然一句话都没说！”

我连坐的姿势都没动过。她或许感觉像跟一个雕像在说话。

她看不到我的心，那里面在静静背诵《转法轮》，如清澈溪水不停的流淌……（待续）

(英文对照)

Hot summer came. The guards slept in the air-conditioned room outside the tiny cell at night.

The tiny cell was like a hot oven; I was steamed in it twenty-four hours a day, sweat-soaked all day long.

One night, the vice chief walked into the cell.

The two night guards hastened to turn on the ceiling electric fan, fetched a comfortable chair, and brought in a big electric fan, having it blow specifically in her direction.

Amid the whistling wind, the vice chief yelled at me:

“Yiwen Tang! I just came back from a meeting in Guangzhou. The Provincial Government leaders were concerned about you and asked me how things were going with you! But I got nothing to report to them, for you have always kept silent! Tonight I’ll sit here waiting for you to talk! You’ve got to say something or I’ll sit here all night!”

Sitting on a tiny plastic stool, I remained silent, with my eyes looking at the floor.

Then she started scolding me loudly, calculating for me “How much money you would’ve made had you not been locked up?” “Don’t you think it’s a shame?”

I was reciting Zhuan Falun in my heart.

“Yiwen Tang! If you don’t want to say anything on your own initiative, then answer my questions!” She thereupon started asking questions, one after another.

I remained silent.

“Yiwen Tang! If you don’t want to answer, then just say yes or no to my questions!”

I remained silent.

“Yiwen Tang! If you don’t want to open your mouth to answer, then nod or shake your head; even a smile is fine!”

I made no response.

“Yiwen Tang! It’s really not interesting talking to you! Seems like you are not listening to me at all!”

Then not knowing how much time had passed, I suddenly heard her say, “I’m off!”

Upon seeing her off obsequiously, the two guards charged into the cell yelling at me furiously, “Our vice chief talked for two hours here and you didn’t say one single word!”

Even my sitting posture had remained unchanged. She might have felt like talking to a statue.

She couldn’t see my heart – it had been reciting Zhuan Falun serenely, like a limpid brook was flowing quietly…
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