Chapter 8 Chapter 7 The Flight of the Butterfly

Butterflies give birth to love. If, during the flight, those childhood wind chimes that rang deep in the memory never sang, what would happen? When all the redemption can't match the power of hatred, please let me accompany you to fly beautifully like a butterfly... Two weeks ago, Jiang Zhong went to the scene after receiving the report. At that time, although the sun had dispelled the mist, it was still weak, and the streets of the city were full of soft air. He saw the man crawling in the soft air. The woman's face is covered with messy water, which is the tear stains that have been sucked dry by the air. Her limbs have not been broken by falling from the height of the 18th floor. She is lying on a man's chest with a peaceful attitude. It wasn't that her complexion was pale and the silence was suffocating. No one believed that she had died. It was like a woman who had been dreaming a lot. She left the boudoir unknowingly in her sleep, found a comfortable place in a daze, and continued to fall asleep peacefully.

Her head with messy hair lay on the man's chest intimately, like a child sleeping on the chest of a relative, and the man's face was already blurred, with dark red blood crawling meanderingly from the back of his head. To Yinyin lawn. This woman is Manao, the lover of Dongping, the man she is sleeping on. Not long after, Dongping's wife arrived. She stood far outside the cordon. Under the guidance of the police, she lifted the cloth sheet covering the two of them, looked at them silently for a while, and said, "Yes. ,It's him." Then, he turned around and took out a stack of facial tissues from his small bag, but instead of wiping tears, he covered his nose with boredom and hatred in his eyes, like a woman with a cleanliness who inadvertently saw the disgusting Disgusting filth.

From the beginning to the end, this woman has an astonishing calmness, without the slightest sadness, and her eyes are as dry as a dry well.Even, if it wasn't for Jiang Zhong's strong request, she would have taken a taxi home by herself after the body was taken away. She did not avoid any inquiries from Jiang Zhong. During the narration, she kept her voice calm, as if she was telling an irrelevant and long-standing story. , sneered slightly: "I already knew that something would happen between them sooner or later, a pair of sluts, heaven will retribution." "Did you know about the emotional entanglement between them? Have you interfered?"

"Emotional entanglements? There are feelings between them? It's just a man who has been dazzled by sex and a bitch whose self-esteem has been worn down by poverty. From the first time I saw her, I knew that Dongping would be ruined by this woman sooner or later." In her hand, sure enough." After finishing speaking, she picked up her handbag and put on a posture of leaving: "I have finished what I have to say, and I will come to collect the body after your investigation and evidence collection is over." In fact, there was no evidence on the body. Not only did the stomachs of the two people not contain any deadly drugs, but there was no trace of alcohol, and there were no signs of fighting on the surface of their bodies. What surprised everyone was that Agate was a virgin. body.

That is to say, there is no physical relationship between her and Dongping, and the neighbors and classmates have confirmed that the two have a close relationship. Dongping's care for the agate is extremely warm, just like a couple. Bei Ke's explanation is: "Perhaps, some men's affection for a certain woman is a kind of near-sacred care, not possessiveness, just like a brother caressing his sister." Jiang Zhong looked at her, first smiled, and then said : "Honey, you really read too many romance novels. An adult man will never be so kind to a woman for no reason and unconditionally, unless he is too old to listen to the command of desire." Yes, that’s still possible, as good as an old couple hugging the quilt with love to keep each other warm.”

Bei Ke glanced at him a few times, and said sternly, "Ah bah, do you think all men are physical animals like you?!" As he spoke, he made a gesture to chase after him, and Jiang Zhong yelled at him and ran into the study room According to Dongping's information uploaded by colleagues from the Internet, Dongping was innocent for half his life. The only blemish was that he ran into and killed a man crossing the road 10 years ago when he was driving out of town. Hot food for her daughter and cross the road accident. Bei Ke's association started here, and she designated this section of the dossier: "Look, the place where the accident happened in Dongping happened to be the hometown of Onyx... Don't you think there are some traces of coincidence? Also, do you remember the scene on the balcony of Onyx?" That square stool? One of its legs is so badly damaged, wouldn’t the hostess, Onyx, not know about it? Then, since she knew, why did she let Jiang Zhong step on it? Moreover, according to the balcony design According to the mechanical principle, once the stool is tilted, it must fall to the outside of the balcony under the force inertia along the balcony with a high inner height and a lower outer height, not to mention that this is an 18-story high-rise building, there must be a long-planned plan hidden in it... "

The agate on the balcony was panting and torturing a stool of primary color, the groaning of the tenons made a low and muffled sound, and a smile floated on the corner of her upturned mouth. When she bought the apartment on the 18th floor from Dongping, she designed this stool as a sharp weapon. The moaning of the stool was a smile that rolled across her heart, accompanied by the sound of thin and crisp wind chimes... She approached Dongping with a seductive gesture, but he rejected the love she showed, and paid what a man should not give. She applied for the university in this city for this man, rang his doorbell and said, "Sir, please give me a work-study opportunity, and let me be your part-time worker?"

Dongping's eyes danced so fast that he opened the door for her. Mrs. Dongping asked suspiciously, "You're looking for a part-time job, but why did you find our door?" She looked at them timidly, and said softly: "The senior students told us that this neighborhood is full of rich people from the city, and if you want to work part-time, it's best to come here and knock on doors." Mrs. Dongping examined the agate lukewarmly: Our family does not need part-time workers.It was a gesture to see off the guests, and Manao looked at Dongping with a distressed look, left silently, and then cried, such a good design was in vain.

The transfer happened at the bus station, and Dongping, who was wearing casual clothes, chased after her and told her: "My wife has agreed to hire you as a part-time job." But she was dismissed after only one month of work, because Mrs. Dongping saw Dongping's eyes, like a kite, and the figure of agate was the string that moved the kite. Who is not sensitive and inferior to the woman who is approaching Bufu? After paying the bill, Dongping drove Manao back to school. Along the way, he turned his head to look at her from time to time. There was a calm smile on Manao's face, but his heart was as cold as ice. He knew that there might not be a chance to get close to him from now on. So many thoughts , galloping in his mind, trying to poke his eager foot countless times, stomping hard on his accelerator foot, let the car rush out crazily, even if they both die, what's wrong?

When the car was on the expressway, finally, Ma Nao's foot stomped hard, but the car only shook slightly, and accelerated to the point of madness. Dongping gritted his teeth and hissed, "Little girl, what's the matter? Fortunately, my car is free. Don’t make fun of it when you’re riding in someone else’s car.” Manao cried in shame, shame and despair. Dongping reached out and stroked the long hair on her shoulders and said, "Your eyes are hard to let go, they are like two drops of sunlight falling in the air, clean and clear." Manao froze for a moment, and quickly deduced the lie as if catching a life-saving straw: "I have been waiting to be loved by a man as warm as you."

In my heart, there was a voice whispering, "Yes, it's been too long. I've been waiting for ten years." It's been ten years, so many past events have lost their color, but Dongping's name is becoming more and more intense in Onyx's heart. It was him who caused her to lose her only relative—father, in that unusually cold winter. A baked sweet potato that was still warm was hidden in the chest of her father, who had no trace of life, and became the last warmth in Onyx's life. Let him die.If this is an ideal, then it is the only ideal for Onyx in these years. So, I came to city B, so, I went to work as a part-time worker at his house, so, to seduce him, this year, Ma Nao was 19 years old and a sophomore in college. As a result, the man with hazy eyes refused her initiative to show love, parked the car at the school gate, and said peacefully: "Little girl, you don't know what love is, study hard, I will come and see you often you." Manao didn't expect him to really come to see him, it was not relative, not because of him, he had no friendship, and he clearly rejected his overtures, as a normal way for men to women, he should have lost the reason for being courteous to him . So, when Dongping was standing downstairs in the dormitory with big bags and small bags, she thought it was a dream. Later, as I gradually got to know each other, Dongping would carry big bags and small bags to see the agate every week, which made those students who had looked down on the poor agate feel envious in their eyes. Every time after he turned around, Manao spread the food on the table for everyone to eat, but she watched coldly and refused to eat any. Clothes, books, and toys for girls were all given away as soon as they changed hands. He will never know the cold hatred that can't be melted away in Onyx's heart, forever. When he came, Manao's eyes were filled with tenderness and grievance. It was the usual expression of girls who had a crush on girls. On campus, such expressions abound, and you don't need to deliberately learn them. Weeping, silently lurking in the night, just because this man whom she hated for ten years was so close to her, and she couldn't find an outlet to vent her hatred. Once, he invited Manao to dinner, Manao stared at him and asked, "Why do you treat me so well?" He slowly peeled a shrimp and handed it to Agate: "Because your eyes are two crystal clear sunlight." "The girl with two drops of sunshine in her eyes is probably not just me." "Only you... the sunshine in your eyes dripped on my heart, and I can't forget it." Tears, on the agate heart, slipped gently, got up and said: "I'm going to the bathroom." Leaning against the bathroom door, she burst into tears for a while. Ten years ago, she stared fixedly at her father who would never wake up again. Then, she looked at Dong Ping, who was standing by with her hands down, making a gesture of guilt, silently Tears, like the overwhelming sunshine. "Such a small child can shed tears." Many people whispered, wiping their eyes. Ten years have passed, and when she is used to crying, she has a calm face and no voice. After ten years, she has grown into a graceful woman, and the old youthfulness quietly exits her face. Dongping's kindness and warmth to her gradually blurred the hatred in his heart. Every time Manao asked why you treat me so well? He always replied: "Not everyone has a drop of sunshine in their eyes." The sameness makes Manao lose the patience to inquire into the truth, and enjoys his happiness peacefully. Even his ambiguous secret love does not need to be performed. His car often stops at the school gate at dusk, and when he sees Manao coming out, he opens it quickly. He looked at her at the car door without saying a word, and the laughter flooded the street, loud and clear, like the sunshine on the street. Many times, Ma Nao would smile and turn his head to look at him, looking at himself. Lost in focus, he saw a slight look of horror on his face, stopped the car and asked, "What's wrong?" Only then did Ma Nao wake up in a jerk, looked at him with bewildered eyes like sleepwalking, and murmured, "Are you really the one I'm waiting for?" Dongping laughed at her being silly, like a child of three or five years old.Onyx tears fell down. How could he know how willing Manao was? He had found the wrong person. He was really not the Dongping whom he had been waiting for for ten years. In the ten years since his father left, who would have given her such kindness except those men with ulterior motives? What about the warmth?Even if there is no future. At night alone, Agate will look at her ten fingers in the direction of the lamp, they reflect the soft and warm lemon luster, she imagines that they are holding Dongping's beating heart, and then she will use water-like Staring tenderly into his eyes, he asked with a smile: Do you remember the heavy snow ten years ago, do you remember that snowy night? Thinking about it, the body will curl up, and a painful and cold thing will slide over the tip of the heart. The pain spread endlessly, and many times, she was in a daze. Did this pain come from losing her father ten years ago, or was it a fantasy that Dongping's heart stopped beating?Every night, I can't ask myself, I am afraid that if I ask, my heart will retreat. That day, Dongping was holding a bunch of keys, refused to look into Onyx’s eyes, picked up her backpack and stuffed her into the car without a word. When he arrived at an apartment, he pointed to a high window and said, “There is you.” home, from now on. Ma Nao looked at him silently, without saying a word, and let him pull him into the elevator, but after being pulled into the door by him, she pressed her back against the cold door, grabbed his hand, and asked again: "Why do you want to go to the elevator?" Treat me so well?" Dongping looked at her and smiled: "Because you have two drops of sunshine in your eyes, seeing you happy makes me happy." As he said that, he dragged her to look at the kitchen and the bedroom. Everything was tidied up, and she was a little calm and relaxed, as if she lacked the warmth of the master's stay. The balcony is open, and one looks dizzy when one looks down.Agate leaned on the railing, turned her head abruptly and said, "Will a person be as beautiful as a butterfly flying in the process of falling?" Dongping's face turned cold all of a sudden, he rushed forward and pulled her back from the balcony: "Don't talk nonsense." Onyx smiled jokingly. That night, Dongping cooked dishes for her. The dishes were exquisite and tasted good. With the addition of amber wine, the whole living room looked swaying. His expression was that of a silent killer, strangely stern. Then, he calmly went to the bathroom to wash his face, looked at him under the light and shadow of the floor lamp, and unbuttoned his skirt... Dongping lit a cigarette and looked at her calmly, which made her lose her sense of proportion and panicked a little bit. The baggy skirt slipped under her feet, and she just looked at him helplessly, dazed. He asked anxiously, "Isn't this what you want?" Dongping put out the cigarette and walked over. She closed her eyes. What should happen will always happen. In the story between a man and a woman, the difference is only sooner or later. If this is the price, why not? The fallen skirt was lifted up from the ankles, and the buttons were buttoned one by one by the warm hands. When the onyx opened her eyes in surprise, the anti-theft door closed quietly, and there was only one unfinished cigarette. Curling lonely in the ashtray. Suddenly, she sat down, hugged her knees, and cried. Her heart had not been attacked by such loss for a long time. She pressed Dongping's phone number repeatedly: "Do you despise me?" Dongping didn't speak, she seemed to see his faint chuckle through the microphone. After taking up the line, Manao looked at the cold night sky and slowly said: "Xu Dongping, I will not let you go, no matter how kind you have been to me." When she looked back, she landed on the stool, dragged it over, and shook the stool legs. Amidst the creaking and groaning of the tenon, she laughed, brilliantly cold. Agate said: How beautiful it would be if vines were planted on the balcony. The next day, the balcony was covered with lush vines, and the agate stroked the leaves of the vines: "It would be great if there were wind chimes hanging on the balcony. When the breeze blows, they will sing to drive away my loneliness." She looked at Dongping quietly, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised. Dongping went downstairs, and Manao knew that when he came back, he must be holding all kinds of wind chimes in his arms, and then asked her where to hang this and that. It was so painful that she couldn't stand up.When she was a child, her father bought many wind chimes for her and hung them on the windows. When the night wind blows, their crisp and clear sounds will help her drive away her fear of loneliness. Those loves that have gone away because of Dongping and never come back have become the swan song in memory. Well, now, it's time for him to pay back, and those wind chimes that are about to be hung up will also become the last swan song of his life. What a perfect and romantic way, it took a long time to find it. All the while, Manao hugged his knees and curled up on the balcony until Dongping opened the door and came in. When he put down the boxes in his arms, there was finally an unbearably lonely wind chime inside, ringing alone, very lonely. Dongping didn't speak, just lowered his head and opened box after box of wind chimes. The lights were soft. In the heart of Onyx, their gentleness was cold and deadly.Dongping said, "Let me hang it up for you, okay?" Agate Lengding jumped up: "No, I will do it myself." As he said that, he jumped on her, like a child who was afraid of being robbed of his cherished toy, Dongping stroked the hair that fell on her shoulders, smiled, and there was a trace of lonely gray in his eyes. The wind chimes were hung up by Agate herself. She often lay on the bed and watched them dance and sing in the mottled sunlight. When Dongping came, he would also sit aside, silently listening, watching, looking at the wind chime, and seeing the way she looked at the wind chime. Gradually, they are more and more entangled by the wind, just like, those past events entangled in the heart of agate will not be separated for a long time.Agate closed the curtains leading to the balcony, and refused to open them during the day, she was so afraid of seeing them getting more and more entangled, and the desired result would become more and more entangled with them. closer. At night, the pillow is often filled with tears, and I always dream that I am sitting on the balcony with my long legs hanging down, while Dongping has a smiling face, flying like a butterfly in the process of falling. Every time I wake up, my heart is filled with a gray and boundless silence, as if I died with that dream. On those nights when she hugged the hot water bottle to warm her heart, Ma Nao knew that she was deeply in love with the man who was about to be killed by herself. And her heart was so wild, she wanted to kill him. The wind blowing through the window is already cold and hard, like an onyx heart. This weekend, the sunshine is so good that the perspective is so good that she can peek into their home through the open balcony door of the opposite unit, even, Through the thin window screen, I saw the tangled feet of a couple on the opposite side. In winter, it is rare to have such good weather. You can’t miss it. Only on weekends, the neighbors will be at home. Broken stools fell off open balconies, not murder.She called Dongping: "Can you do something for me?" Half an hour later, she smiled and said to Dongping who was standing outside the door: "Help me untie the wind chimes that have been entangled by the wind. Their sound is becoming more and more sparse." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head, as shy as when he first met. Dongping said yes, put the snacks he bought along the way on the coffee table, and when he looked at the wind chime on the balcony, he narrowed his eyes and turned his head to ask where is the stool?After finishing speaking, he smiled to himself and said: "Oh, there is a stool here, I will ask you again." Manao could no longer suppress the panic in her eyes, and stared at him in a daze as she picked up the fateful stool and went up to the balcony. When Dongping stepped on the stool with one foot, Manao let out a low scream, but Dongping said with a smile: "Manao, your pupils are really like two drops of clear and crystal sunlight." I forgot that the pre-planned self should crawl to the balcony, and then, when Dongping was concentrating on arranging the wind chimes, he tried his best to push Dongping outwards if the stool fell inside when the stool broke... "Don't go up, I don't want you to tidy up the wind chimes..." Dongping let out a long breath and stepped up.The crackling sound of fine wooden utensils rang through the bottom of Agate's heart like thunder. In the precarious situation, Dongping didn't have any instinctive struggle for survival: It's been ten years, and I always remember your eyes... Then, the body fell out of the balcony fence, and Onyx yelled: "Why, why don't you listen to me once..." The agate that rushed forward was brought out of the balcony by the huge inertia. She heard the wind, and it rang in her ears. She heard the wind chimes on the balcony singing crisply, and a warm and pious voice said :"I love you……" Jiang Zhong was dumbfounded when he heard this: "Honey, it's a pity that you don't want to be a writer. With a broken stool and an old volume, you can make up such a wonderful story." Bei Ke knew that although he sneered, I had already admired him so much that my limbs were on the ground, so I ignored him. At dusk the next day, Beck was washing dishes in the kitchen. Just after washing, the door rang, knowing that Jiang Zhong had come back, knowing that the first thing he did when he came back was starve to death, yelling, to please his wife who loves to cook. , was washing the dishes, Jiang Zhong came over, leaned on her face and said, "Honey, why don't you be a psychiatrist, and be my personal assistant, okay?" Bei Ke flicked the water back with his fingers, and Jiang Zhong wiped his face and said, "Today we went to Manao's hometown to investigate. She is indeed the daughter of the man who was killed by Dongping." But he was also a little distracted: "Actually, I would rather this is a case of adultery and death, and I would rather the relationship between them be dirtier, at least it won't make people feel distressed." There was nothing for a night. A few days later, Bei Ke received a somewhat joking psychological case. She looked at this dejected young man, and couldn't help laughing secretly. This man named Xuan Ze had no mental illness. There have been frequent internal thieves recently, and he happened to be the unlucky ghost who was suspected, which made the high-minded him feel so dirty that he couldn't wash it away even by jumping into the Yellow River: "Doctor, I have been tossed into a mental illness by this incident." Patient, when our director said that he lost money, I felt like a thorn in my back by their suspicious eyes, and even I began to doubt my own character." Bei Ke knows that most people like Xuan Ze are sensitive and have weak self-esteem, and they often fall into the swamp of conscience reflection and self-blame. The person who is blushing and jumping with the thief may even act more nervous than the thief. All this is not because he also had the idea of ​​a thief, but the human weakness of self-doubt. Beck asked: "Has your director reported the crime?" Xuanze's head hangs even lower: "I'm also the only suspect when reporting the case, because I was the only one staying in the office throughout the noon, and I can't say anything." Ze is ruined, and now not only others suspect him, but he even begins to suspect that he is the thief. Whenever he looks at people, he wants to be justified, but his eyes are timid, as if he really is the thief. It's just that the people around him don't come to expose because of the sympathy of colleagues for many years. Suspiciousness is the nature of modern people, and the more self-doubting a person is, the more kind-hearted and introspective he is. However, when this kind of self-examination is excessively fermented in the heart, it becomes a disease. The so-called truth that a thousand times a lie becomes a fact is In this way, the fact is not important, what is important is that I am trapped in self-psychological suggestion and cannot extricate myself. Although Xuanze has repeatedly stated that he is only suspected of being insane and has no mental illness, Bei Ke knows that he is on the verge of mental illness based on his previous professional experience. For example, many criminals were once good people in society , but at certain times when they were not at fault or their faults were superficial, they were forced to abandon their self-esteem and conscience by the harsh eyes of everyone, and thus slid step by step towards the swamp of crime... After doing some psychological counseling, Bei Ke said with a smile: "I suggest you try to create another theft case and make yourself another victim. Perhaps, you will see another pattern." At night, talking about Xuanze to Jiang Zhong, Jiang Zhong stroked her cheek and said, "If there are more psychologists like my dear wife, how much crime will be reduced in society?"