Chapter 4 The Boy in the Well.3

Lao Pi suddenly sent me a letter.The envelope was vellum and covered with greasy and nameless blots.I looked at the postmark, it was Aksu, Xinjiang.It seems that Lao Pi has really fulfilled his promise: wandering naked in Xinjiang alone.Open the envelope, and the first thing that falls out is a fibrous something dark.I touched it and found that it was not beef jerky, but cow dung.There are two lines of flamboyant characters written on the letter: I learned to drive a carriage.Give you a piece of dried cow dung. I want to come to your place to play, please prepare wine, cigarettes and return travel expenses.

I have doubts about Jake's confidence.Lao Pi has been writing letters to me irregularly. Sometimes he receives one letter every six months, and sometimes he even receives three letters a day.In the past, he always wrote the names of Linghong and me on the envelope one by one, and used the ghostly "~" symbol to link us together, but this time he didn't. The recipient was me alone, and he wrote my name. Those who lack arms and legs are a bit ill-intentioned. I suspect that Lao Pi knew about my breakup with Linghong.I always think that even if the whole world knows the news, Lao Pi can't know it.When Linghong was leaving with me, Lao Pi asked me to sit in the stands of the football field for a night, and he only said one sentence to me: "If it is someone else, I will bite him to death with my teeth." Our classmates all know that the love battle between Lao Pi and me for Linghong lasted for two years.The odd thing about that love battle is that Jake and I are still good friends.Lao Pi admitted in his heart that I would be better than him in the future, so he conceded.In the end, he sucked his pale lips and played "Fly Away by Plane" to me as a farewell.

I think the biggest possibility is that Linghong told Lao Pi everything by himself.Her purpose in doing so was as muddled as her thoughts.You don't know exactly what she wants.You don't know what you should give her.Even God can't sort out Linghong's thoughts, so can Lao Pi, a fool, save Linghong?When I was sorting out the cards in the reference room the next day, I heard someone calling my name in the corridor.I ran out to have a look, and saw a very dirty and inappropriate guy dancing and shouting at me. Although he made himself look like a ghost, I recognized him as Old Pi at a glance. "Li Tong, you are still alive!" Lao Pi yelled.

"God forbid, we're not dead. How nice to be alive." I yelled too.I took off the dog fur hat on Old Pi's head, and saw that several colors of dust had accumulated on the fur. Old Pi's body exuded the combined stench of bullock carts, horse carts, cars and trains. His thin monkey face I was very touched by the fact that my legs were still jumping and jumping until they were blue from exhaustion.I headed towards the reading room holding his unkempt head like his father. "I don't have a house for the time being, so just lie down behind the bookshelf for a while. Don't worry, there will be bread and everything." "Don't sleep. My record of staying up late is five days and five nights. It hasn't arrived yet." .I just want to chat with you." "What are you talking about? Are you talking about your adventures in Xinjiang?"

"Don't be stupid. Linghong wrote me a letter, I know everything." "It's over. This kind of thing happens every day in the world, what is there to talk about?" "Shuiyang also wrote me He wrote a letter inviting me to his house, and he wants to make friends with me. I don’t know what kind of face he is, what does he mean?” “Then you go to his place, I don’t know what kind of face he is.” I know. But you can’t bite him to death with your teeth. He is the famous Shui Yang.” I spread a straw mat between two rows of bookshelves, and took out a few movie posters from the shelf and threw them on the straw mat. I know Lao Pi's eccentricity that he is ashamed to talk about. He is used to sleeping with several beautiful female stars in his arms. "Don't be too busy." Lao Pi shook his head suddenly and said, "I want to live in Shuiyang's place." "What does this mean?" I said, "Don't you know that there are politeness and hypocrisy in the world? He asked you to listen to his teachings, but he didn't ask you to sleep on his Simmons bed."

"I don't care if it's true or not. I want to go anyway." "Okay, I understand." I rolled up the straw mat and threw it over his head, "Get out of here, and don't mention the name of that dog couple to me again." Lifting the straw mat, revealing a tired and sad face, he tore the straw mat with both hands and said to me: "I have never forgotten Linghong." "Go away," I said, "you sentimental bitch." Lao Pi went to Xiaolong Mountain.I didn't want to send him, and he didn't want me to send him.I saw him staggering down the street carrying a blue toilet bag.That bag was bought for him by Linghong at a cheap stall in Beijing.There is a feeling that saddens me. After several years of separation, only Lao Pi has not changed. I think it may be because he went to Xinjiang.I continued to write "The Boy in the Well" in an empty and thoughtful state of mind, and I found that my plagiarism of Andres had deviated from the original track, or that the plagiarism had been transferred into a real creation.I am deeply fascinated by the characters in my pen, and my emotions sink into the boundless blue of the well.You will find out later that the novel is my own from the tenth chapter onwards.In the tenth chapter, I wrote about the fugitive who resisted arrest in a small southern town, and I wrote about my real self.

Chapter Ten of The Boy at the Well I heard that a fugitive from the north came, he was as beautiful and pale as an angel, but he killed 12 children with a homemade pistol.People say that the fugitive came to our town just to find the 13th child.My father said to me, "Don't be naughty. If you are naughty, the fugitive will find you. He is walking along the outside of the courtyard wall." The children were all locked in their yards by the adults, and the town was enveloped in a heavy and terrifying atmosphere.From within the courtyard wall, I hear grown-ups' feet ringing from morning to night in the street outside

There were footsteps, but I dared not go out and look.One day I went to the well and lifted the wooden cover again, and saw the blue eyes of the boy in the well staring at me, his eyes were full of fear and curiosity just like mine.Sunlight was pouring down from the late autumn sky and leaking into the well.The world in the well is thus mottled, mysterious and distant.While the boy in the well and I were staring at each other, there was a sudden fluctuation in the well, and I saw a magical change in the boy's face. His face grew and elongated rapidly, and a thick beard grew out.I looked up and found a strange man standing beside the well.He imitated my movements and looked into the depths of the well. "Who are you?" "I'm a passerby. I like wells too."

"You have a gun, are you going to kill me?" "Why kill you, kid." "Aren't you going to kill 13 kids?" "Boy, they're talking nonsense. I'm going to kill bad kids. I don't want them to grow up to be bad. And you're a good kid. Get it?" The man patted my head, jumped up the wall and disappeared.I stood by the well in shock, waiting for my father to come back and tell him I had seen the fugitive.The fugitive didn't kill me, he said I was a good boy.I don't know what he bases me for saying I'm a good boy, maybe because he and I both like to lie down

Look down from the well platform? eleven Old Pi never came to me.I don't know whether he is dead or alive in Shuiyang's house, or what kind of ugly he is.On the fifth day, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I gathered Xia Yu to take a bus to Xiaolongshan.I also don't know why Xia Yu was asked to accompany me, it seems to be for courage, it seems to be to make the already chaotic relationship between the five people even more chaotic.Anyway, Xia Yu is happy to appear on various occasions, and she needs everyone to pay attention to her to satisfy all kinds of performance desires.

We came to the X door, we scrambled to knock on the door, and heard several footsteps in the house.The door opened, and Xia Yu, Lao Pi, Linghong and Shui Yang stood inside and outside the door, looking at each other. Except for Xia Yu's inexplicable laughter, the other four were silent, with furtive eyes. evasive.Such a historical spectacle is really queer. "What's the matter? Open the door to go in." Xia Yu said and pulled me in, and she sat on the sofa as soon as she lifted her skirt.Accidentally, I bumped into Linghong's shoulder, it was like hell, the slight bump made my eyes stare. "Poet, what are you playing?" Xia Yu went crazy as soon as she was among the men.She consciously grabbed a piece of candied fruit and stuffed it into her mouth, "What are you playing?" "How to play?" "Fortune-telling. The seeker only needs to flip a card." "Who pays to whom?" I interjected. "I'll count for them, and I can count for you too." Shui Yang glanced sideways at me, shook his shoulders and smiled, "Do you want me to count your life for you?" "What's the point? I was poor all my life, rotten wood can't be carved, my thoughts were dark in my early years, and I was stupid and stupid in my later years. I ended up dying violently in a foreign land." "It seems that you still know a little bit." Shui Yang said calmly. "How's their life?" "Who?" "Jumpy." "Born Romance Died Romance. Nice lad." "Where is Linghong?" "She has a hard life. She hides too much, and the cards can't show it." "Did you count it for yourself?" I added another sentence. "A prophet cannot predict himself, do you understand this truth?" Shui Yang spread his hands towards me, a 5 of clubs was stuck between his white and slender fingers. "It's simple. You're God in your hand, I'm God in my hand, and all the prophecies are fucking bullshit," I said. "You are always chasing me and trying to beat me, so I like you a little bit." Shui Yang was silent for a while, then suddenly opened her red lips and smiled softly at me.There is no way to talk about it when the conversation comes to this point.Imagine that you are chasing an enemy with a spear and a big knife, and the enemy suddenly turns his tall and stalwart body and says "I like you a little bit", then what else can you do?That's how I averted my gaze, and I saw Lao Pi sitting cross-legged on the carpet and smoking Mo He, until now he doesn't even fart, but his face is more haggard than when I first saw him.Lao Pi's eyes have been half-opened and half-closed, I don't know what it's like for him to spend the past few days at Shui Yang's house.Linghong was walking around the room in a linen skirt without content, but she never looked at me. Finally, she flashed into the kitchen, and I heard her chopping something desperately on the chopping board, sending out the same nonsense while chopping. Content sighs. "Listen to some music?" Shui Yang turned on the "Pioneer" combination stereo in the corner of the room, and he picked up a Bakelite record and moved it to the window to take a picture, "Rachmaninoff's symphony." "I don't understand. My ears hurt when I listen to the symphony." I stood up and said, "Let's go!" "How?" Xia Yu said, "Poet, don't you let us eat?" "The question of eating depends on the hostess. I have no right Decided." Shui Yang made a helpless expression, and then he shouted to the kitchen, "Hong, let them eat." There were three chopping sounds from the kitchen.Linghong said loudly from inside, "There is only food for three people, not a mouthful. If there is more, I will feed the dogs and cats tomorrow." "Tch." Xia Yu screamed, "Why is the poet's wife so vulgar?" Get the fuck out." I almost dragged Xia Yuqiang out of Shui Yang's house.Old Pi followed quietly, and he made a face at us, showing no sympathy at all.I beckoned him to see us off, and he lazily followed downstairs. "How?" I asked. "How about what?" Old Pi asked back. "How do they treat you?" "Shuiyang is very righteous, he invites me to drink every day and reads his poems to me." "I'm asking how Linghong treats you?" "I don't know." Lao Pi suddenly gave me a sad look, "I don't know at all." "You fool!" I slapped him on the top of the head, "I still don't understand, Lao Pi, Go!" Lao Pi was standing on the stairs with clouds in his eyes, but his posture was like a puppet on a broken string.I remembered Jake's face in the stands of the college football field a few years ago.I took Xia Yuchao Jinjin's hand and walked to the Xiaolongshan bus station. When I looked back and saw the white house on the hillside, I felt extremely sad.I hugged Xia Yu tightly and kissed her on the lips, and told her the truth for the first time: "Xia Yu, love me forever." "Yo, you ate my lipstick." Xia Yu exclaimed, she shook off my hand, pointed to a woman across the road and said, "Look, she looks like Ingrid Bergman, unfortunately the nose is a Chinese nose." I let go, left the crazy Xia Yu behind, and jumped into the empty oncoming car alone.When Xia Yu came up from behind, I pressed the door close button hard.I yelled at her through the car window, "Look at your Ingrid Bergman. Don't come to me again." The driver looked back and ignored me.I didn't know where the car was going, I was dangling with the car while clutching the metal handrail on the roof, and I didn't know where I was going.My heart is really sad as hell.Sometimes I think that the world is terrible, and people have half of their nerves wrong.The problem is that you are not human inside but still have to live a human life.This is the truth taught to us by most ancient and modern Chinese and foreign philosophers.In Xia Yu's words, "the east wind blows, the war drums beat, who in the world is afraid of whom?" I broke up with Xia Yu for two days and one night, and the next night I ran to the girl's building and called Xia Yu out.Xia Yu leaned on the stairs and squinted at me, shaking her feet. "Didn't you break up with me?" "Don't be ostentatious. Go for a walk." "I already have a date. Go on your own, it's more profound to go out alone." "Why, changing lovers is as quick as changing skirts?" "Originally. It's the same with anyone." "Who are you with? Tell me your name and I'll stab you both." "Don't do that. You have the guts to have embraced those two long ago." Xia Yu laughed, and she walked two steps He jumped downstairs and held out his hand to me, "Let's go, fake man." We walked out of the school gate one after the other, walked to the street and quickly linked arms.Xia Yu said, "Where are you going today?" "You can go wherever you say." "Let's be happy." In fact, before Xia Yu opened her mouth, I knew she must be talking about the "Happy" dance hall.I'm sure she loves "Kangle" more than her own parents.I have no right to interfere with this.When we walked halfway, there was a thunderstorm, and the people on the street ran away with their heads in their arms. There was a sound of slamming windows in the tall buildings on both sides, mixed with amazing screams.The city was in full display of its confusion on the eve of the thunderstorm.Suddenly, it rained heavily, Xia Yu took off her high heels and ran under the umbrella of a strange old man, and opened the umbrella for the old man on her own initiative.Her white skirt was soaked from the rain, revealing her pink briefs.I think it's embarrassing for Xia Yu to run in the rain like this. "Get out of the rain!" I yelled at her. "What are you hiding from the rain? Run, go to the first dance music." Xia Yu turned around and shouted, "If you want to hide, then hide, I'll go first." Xia Yu that stinky bitch threw me Dumped.I stood under the big awning in front of a department store, staring at the backs of Xia Yu and the strange old man for a while, thinking that I might as well go to the department store.This difference in thought caused me to suffer from insomnia for three nights.I absently climbed from the ground floor to the third floor, and saw a security door at the corner of the stairs.I'm a little curious about what the security door is.I pushed the door open and saw a man and a woman jumping out of the door, their bodies that were close together bounced off like a spring.By the time I saw their faces clearly, it was too late to cover my eyes.The safety door had closed automatically, my head swelled like popcorn, and I ran down the stairs.I don't know if Linghong and Lao Pi saw me, anyway, I saw them clearly.This coincidence is a prank arranged by God.I figured why did those two bastards run into the security door of the department store to have an affair?Why did you want me to meet you?People are crazy in this unlucky season.The main thing I'm thinking about is Linghong, I don't know what's going on with her.What does it mean that she ran away from me to Shui Yang and then from Shui Yang to Lao Pi's arms?I walked out of the department store to see that the rain was getting lighter, and went to chase Xia Yu to "Kangle" and then went back to the college and closed the door to think about those things.I kept thinking that Jake would come the next morning. Old Pi walked into my library, sat on the folding chair opposite me without saying a word, and panted softly. "It's not safe inside the security door." I looked him in the eyes and said, "You know? There's no safe place in the world." Lao Pi's eyelids twitched, but he didn't say a word. "My father said that today's innocent teenagers are learning to be a real-life villain. It can be said as a saying for the country." "Don't teach me." Old Pi suddenly raised his head, "You are a real villain." "Yeah, I am." I sighed and said, "Tell me, what do you want to talk to me today?" "Nothing I don’t want to talk, I’m here to ask for Linghong’s skirt.” “Skirt? You want Linghong’s skirt?” "You must give it to me. You understand that." "Will you stab me if I don't give it?" "Yes." "I'll give it to you." I ran to the hut and opened the box, and saw that taupe-colored skirt was well folded, exuding the fragrance of Linghong's past .When I shook the skirt away, I felt that the nerves in my brain were displaced, and something was wrong.I smiled and pulled the dress down over my head.After I set it up, I found myself looking strange on the window pane, like a male prostitute standing on the street soliciting customers in a Western movie. I laughed and rushed out, twisting my hips and hips at Old Pi, and had a disco.I realize this is all totally wrong, but I can't help it.Lao Pi stared blankly at first, and then he ran over and pulled the skirt, "Take it off quickly, you fucking take it off!" "Let me wear it, let me wear it." I couldn't breathe with laughter. "Don't be disgusting." Lao Pi punched me in the chest, "Take it off!" The students who were reading in the library crowded over to watch the excitement. When the point was turned up, I felt as tired as if I was falling apart.I have never done anything to make a fool of myself in my life, but today I made a big fool of myself in front of so many people.I don't think it's my fault, it's all about this unlucky season.Don't you go crazy in this season? Lao Pi took Linghong's skirt, his lips trembling, his face pale.I don't understand why Lao Pi is so angry. It doesn't matter to me that I wear Linghong's skirt. "Li Tong, I don't want to see you anymore." Lao Pi raised his ashen face and said to the ceiling, and then left with Linghong's skirt in his arms. "As you like." I said, "in this world, who wants to see whom?" It seems that the deep friendship between me and Lao Pi is over.The ending is inexplicable but reasonable.All because of women.I don't think there's much esoteric in this. Just imagine how can a man live without those trouble-making women?That's what a so-called man is.That's all. twelve The curator told me that the summer vacation is coming to an end, you can no longer live in the library, and the faculty and staff you stay in the middle of the night every day are watching you, the influence is not good, please move back. "Stay for a few more days." I said.I don't know what I want to do for a few more days.Maybe I want to finish writing "The Boy in the Well" and then move it back to the world of chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs in Luo's small courtyard, maybe I want to have a few fun times with Xia Yu on the long table when the good times are over. Not public.What is even more difficult to say is that I am afraid of going back to Luo's small courtyard, and I am afraid of revisiting the traces of love there.Now let me lie alone in that messy room, and I'm afraid I'll be so uncomfortable that I'll fall back into the masturbation problem.I'm terrified of my destructive sexual urges. I started to feel a sense of urgency.I want to finish "The Boy in the Well" in the last few days.But there are many kinds of endings that don't make me feel at ease.I've kicked the German Stephen Andress out of the way.I wanted to create an ending for The Boy in the Well myself.When Xia Yu walked into the library one day, I said to her like the great writer Balzac: "He is dead." "Who is dead?" "A character in my novel. The boy in the well is dead." "Fuck you boy in the well." Xia Yu suddenly put her face next to my ear, "I'm telling you that I haven't had my period this month." "What does it mean that I haven't had my period?" "You really don't understand or are you pretending to be stupid?" Xia Yu stretched out her long nails and pinched my ear, "Listen, you made me pregnant, you bastard." "Then what should I do?" Jumping up from the chair, I think bad luck is coming.Little did I know getting pregnant was so easy. "Don't panic." Xia Yu looked at me and turned into a smile, "What are you afraid of? It's not that you are pregnant. I have a solution." I shook my head desperately.At this time, I smelled the catastrophic rusty smell from Xia Yu's body and from the dirty air in the library.The smell makes me groggy.I stared at the novel on the table in a daze, wondering when Xia Yu left.As the night grew darker, the library sank into darkness.I heard the gurgling sound of the water pipe that dripped all year round outside the window.Many insects chirped and sang on the hillside of the college, and they were all happy and calm.And I suddenly had a strange idea, I thought that in a few days something might happen to me, I might die by my own hands like the boy in the well. I didn't sleep that night.I finished The Boy in the Well.I ended up letting the boy fall into the well.When I put down my pen, I relived the feeling of falling into the well. The cold and suffocating well water surrounded me from all sides. I wanted to jump out of it, but there was a kind of divine power coming from the bottom of the well, and it was overwhelming. Jun dragged my body tightly.I feel like I've died like the boy in the well.I wait for daylight.At dawn I climbed out the closed gate of the college with The Boy in the Well and caught the first bus.I went to a literary editor with whom I had a double acquaintance.I'm going to drag him out of bed to read this novel.All of this must be fast, fast, otherwise my spirit will not be able to support it. The End of "The Boy in the Well" Since spring, my family has watched me with strange eyes.Whenever they saw me heading for the well, they rushed from behind and hugged me.I said, "I'm going to see the boy in the well." They said, "Don't go, no more." I was dragged to sleep on the little rocking bed.My father said to me, you are sick, you have to go to bed when you are sick.I don't understand what that means.I just wanted to see how the boy in the well was doing.I am not sick at all.But no one listened to me.They locked the doors and windows to let me recuperate.A whole spring is almost over.From my bed, I heard the sound of geese flying across the sky, and smelled the fragrance of flowers and plants in the courtyard, but I couldn't go out to have a look.I began to vent my anger with a high-pitched cry, crying from morning to night.But my family members are still talking about my illness, saying that my illness is serious.My crying annoyed them, and gradually my father showed a cold face towards me.One day he put the milk bottle heavily on my bedside and forgot to lock the door when he went out.I saw a ray of bright sunlight shooting from the door to the bedside, and the wind brought the breath of the well.I slipped out of bed, then slipped out the door and ran toward the well.Dark green moss had already grown on the well platform, so I lay down on the moss and looked at the bottom of the well.In this way, I saw the boy in the well again. His face has become strange, so pale, so haggard, and his eyes are empty and hopeless.I said to the boy in the well, "Hey, are you sick too?" He didn't answer.What answered me was the chaotic footsteps of a family.The father is in front, and the mother and sister are in the back.My father gave an angry cry, rushed forward and hugged me.he took me to When I hugged him in the room, I cried again, "He's going to die!" I yelled and bit my father hard. "You are going to die. Go back and lie down." I struggled desperately. "I'm not going back. I want to see the boy in the well." "No, I don't want to sleep!" I don't know whether it was a dream or reality. My father raised me high and threw me into the well with his eyes wide open.There was a loud bang, and I sank into the cold well.It was the boundless blue world, and I sank like a fish.I saw the mysterious well boy approaching me, his geese swimming toward me singing.I know I will live forever in the well, tending the geese for the boy in the well. Thirteen I made an appointment with the literary editor to listen to the echo of "The Boy in the Well" on September 2. I woke up early on September 2nd, not knowing what to do next to the phone.I remember it was around seven o'clock, when the library was still empty, the phone rang, and I grabbed the receiver and felt my heart beating so fast that I was embarrassed. "How?" "Something happened to Linghong. Come here quickly." "Who are you?" I heard the voice wrong.Not the call I was waiting for. "I'm Shui Yang. Something happened to Linghong. Come quickly." "You were the only one who had an accident. What's none of my business?" "Come on, Linghong committed suicide." "Suicide?" I felt like I was burned and put down the microphone.The oddly foreboding feeling that had been haunting me for the past few days was suddenly validated.I ran downstairs and snatched a female student's small bicycle and rushed outside.Immediately afterwards, I hated the women's bike under the buttocks. I rode hard or couldn't ride fast.Along the way, my ears were filled with the mournful voice of water buzzing on the phone.I actually felt that the voice had an unreal feeling, maybe he was lying to me. When I rode to Xiaolongshan, I saw a white ambulance screaming and passing me, and my legs went limp.God, it looks like that's true.What the hell is going on?From afar, I saw a group of people rushing out from Building X to surround a person lying on a stretcher.I ran over with people and a car, and saw Linghong on the stretcher. Her eyes were closed tightly as if she was asleep, and her lips were slightly opened. The taupe-colored dress she was wearing was stained red with blood.Shui Yang staggered and supported the stretcher in the crowd, but I didn't see Lao Pi.The residents of Xiaolongshan who came to watch passed a voice to each other.Cut the pulse to commit suicide Cut the pulse to commit suicide.Cut the pulse to commit suicide?I broke through the crowd and grabbed Shui Yang's collar and said, "What's the matter with her?" Shui Yang glanced at me, shook his head feebly, and got into the ambulance first.When I wanted to get in, I was held back by a man in a white coat. He said, "What's the matter with the dead!" The ambulance drove away screaming again, leaving me and a group of Xiaolongshan residents on the open space in front of the building.I heard them talking about getting caught and being caught.I shuddered and ran upstairs.There were bloodstains all over the concrete stairs, extending all the way to Shui Yang's door.I think Linghong can't be saved anymore, she almost lost all her blood.Why did she think of the damn method of cutting her own pulse and committing suicide?Others are begging to live in vain, how can she just die? The X door of Shuiyang's house was open, but they forgot to close it.When I opened the door, I wanted to smell the smell of blood in the room, which was as strong and choking as strawberries.I entered the room by some kind of ghost, and I saw a blood-painted human figure left on the tatami-style bed. Linghong must have cut his wrists while lying there.A pot of Milano sits next to her pillow.I know that the pot of Milan was given to her by an old writer she admired.When she left Luo's small courtyard, she carried the suitcase in one hand and held the potted flower in the other.I wanted to rinse the blood off the carpet, I pulled the hose out of the kitchen and let the water run wild on the floor, I didn't know what it was really about, just grabbed the hose and rinsed it all over the house.Gradually, many yellow and white business cards floated up in the water. All kinds of business cards floated in Linghong's blood, which filled me with grief and indignation. Then I dropped the leather tube, picked up those business cards with heads and dog faces, Gritting your teeth, you tore them apart one by one.I believe that Linghong's death is related to these business cards.When I was tired from work, I sat in the water and thought about the cause of Linghong's death, but my mind was still chaotic.Suddenly, I heard a low whimpering sound from the other side of the door. I looked up and saw a person sitting in the water at the door, with his back to me.I recognized it as Old Pi. He was only wearing a tank top and trousers, and his feet were still bare.I rushed forward and grabbed Old Pi's hair.He turned his face, tear-stained.He said, "I didn't know she was going to die. She said she would go to Xinjiang with me." "Why did you slip away?" "Shuiyang caught us. He kicked me out." I let go of my hand and looked at Lao Pi, and I felt like I couldn't hold back my tears.I sort of understand what's going on but I can't tell what's going on. "What are you waiting for here? Get out of here?!" "I'm waiting for them to come back, and I want to see Shui Yang again. Now, I'm not afraid of anything." "You bastard!" I shouted, "Linghong has died. What are you waiting for Shui Yang? He doesn't Will kill you. Girls who adore him are everywhere, and he can find another tomorrow. What are you waiting for here? Fuck off!" "Where do you want me to go?" Old Pi lowered his head again and whimpered. "Go back to Xinjiang, get out now, and never come here!" I pushed Old Pi all the way up the stairs.Old Pi stood on the stairs with bare feet and looked back at me.His eyes were empty, just like mine.I heard Lao Pi's bare feet slapping the concrete stairs feebly and gradually disappearing. I feel that the world has become so empty that people can't think about those deaths. September 2nd is almost the end of summer.I think that Linghong didn't survive this unlucky season, which means that her fate is not hard, and Shui Yang's fortune-telling for Linghong is pure nonsense.Linghong was killed by this unlucky season, and no one can save her.What I can't figure out is why Linghong had an accident on September 2nd?God, I've been waiting for September 2nd!I didn't wait for the news of "The Boy in the Well" but I waited for the news of Linghong's death. What the hell is going on? fourteen College has started and I can no longer live in the library.I have to go back to the small courtyard of Luo’s family with the bundle of bedclothes. Now I am no longer afraid of the torture of Lao Luo and his wife. What I am afraid of is the bloody smell left by Linghong’s ghost in our house.I always feel that Linghong's blood will spread everywhere she lives.I'm afraid that blood will follow me in my hallucinations and my dreams.One day I remembered the phone call on September 2nd.I hung up on the literary editor.I suddenly got goosebumps when I heard his voice, that voice was exactly the same as Shui Yang.I had an ominous premonition in my heart again. "Don't worry, I haven't finished it yet," he said. "Why haven't you finished reading it? You agreed to call me back on September 2." "Your manuscript is extraordinary, so you have to read it carefully." He laughed on the phone.I recalled his laughter, and suddenly felt that there was something mysterious about that attitude.After I hung up the phone, I was a little dazed. I vaguely remembered that when I went to deliver the manuscript that day, I saw a book with a blue cover beside his bed. Could that book be Andres’s "The Boy in the Well"?I was woken up by this conjecture like a sleepwalker who has been sleepwalking for many days.I figured that even if he didn't have the book he published my The Boy in the Well, what about someone else?Others will always find a problem, and they will write books, newspapers and magazines full of righteous indignation and call me a pile of shit.For sure.Everyone is cheating but everyone hates cheating.Scratching my cold face desperately, I redialed to the editor.He was probably very impatient when he picked up the microphone, he said: "You are too anxious, becoming famous is not a matter of a few seconds." "I want to..." I grabbed the microphone but couldn't continue.He said, "It's understandable that you want to hear the news quickly, but you can't..." I said, "Don't blame me, it's not my fault." He said, "What's wrong? Who's wrong?" The second I hung up the call again.I slipped out of the library in a dazed state of mind and walked all the way to the college playground.I wonder what I have done in this unlucky season!In this way, I saw Xia Yu and his class in physical education class, and a thin physical education teacher in a red jersey and white shorts was instructing Xia Yu and the others to run the 100-meter sprint.Xia Yu swung her arms and legs among the girls.Take the time to give me a wink.In other words, I just happened to see Xia Yu running a hundred meters.It's a chain reaction of unlucky seasons.I saw Xia Yu, who was wearing a tight belt, ran out together with other girls. Her running posture was as beautiful as her dancing, and she ran at the forefront in the first 50 meters.But I heard her suddenly scream, and then sat down on the ground.I don't know if she sprained her ankle or couldn't run anymore. When I ran to pull her with the physical education teacher, I saw her desperately put her legs together and looked down at the blood stains on the ground. "What's the matter with you?" I asked her.She turned pale, glanced at me, and suddenly burst into high-pitched tears.That was the first time I heard Xia Yu cry.Looking at the blood, I suddenly thought that Xia Yu had a miscarriage.When I went to pull her again, she threw her away. She cried and shouted: "Go away, it's none of your business." Which hospital should Xia Yu send to?Xia Yu cried again: "You all go away, it's none of your business." I stepped aside and looked at this embarrassing scene, feeling like a dead tree.I think everything I dread has come at last, it's a black cloud that's always chasing me, it's gonna throw a black rope around my neck and take me where I'm going, but it's me I don't know where to go, where are these people going to send me in this unlucky season?Xia Yu changed into her white dress when she came back from the hospital.I saw two female cadres from the student department holding her, one on the left and the other on the right, and led her to the office building of the college.I know that Xia Yu's pregnancy has already been discovered by the whole world.夏雨完蛋了，我也跑不了。那天我在图书馆徘徊了一下午。我无意中踩到了馆长的脚，没想到他回过头狠狠瞪了我一眼，而且一改温和敦厚的作风，骂我："臭流氓！" fifteen 我怀疑这个倒霉的季节将置我于死地，不如逃走，像老皮那样逃到世界的角角落落，抛掉城市抛掉人群抛掉性欲抛掉气泡般飘浮的虚荣的梦想。 我回忆了一下，我想逃走的念头就始于那天晚上。那天傍晚我收拾铺盖准备回罗家小院的时候，看见草席里掉下一封信。信封还是好多年前印刷的红灯记信封呢。在与我通信的人中只有父亲藏着这种信封。邮戳上写着８月１９号。我奇怪父亲的信来了这么多天我竟然还没有拆开。我看信的时候眼泪就糊里糊涂地掉下来了。父亲这封信上没有像以往那样骂我个狗血喷头，他只是告诉我，母亲患青光眼了，一只眼睛已经没用了，趁另只眼睛还看得见的时机你回一趟家，让她看看你。父亲说你愿意回就回，不愿回我也不求你，随你的便。我揣上那封信，把铺盖卷绑在自行车架子上，趁大家上食堂吃晚饭的时候，悄悄地溜出了校门，我骑到市中心的时候，突然听见有人喊我。回头一看是夏雨，她从一家冷饮店的茶色玻璃门后跳出来。嘴里塞满了白糊糊的冰淇淋。我想溜已经来不及了，她跑过来拦住了我的车头。"你想溜，溜哪儿去？" "我不是溜，我太困。回罗家庄睡觉去。""给我下车。"夏雨拚命推我，"我让开除了，明天滚蛋，你今天不请我到冷饮店坐坐？" 我下了车跟夏雨往冷饮店走。走到大玻璃前我突然发现夏雨不是一个人来的，大玻璃后面坐着一个新潮青年，穿红着绿，胸毛胡须都很发达，正对我们潇洒地微笑。我的心一抖索，不知怎么发出了一声奇怪尖叫，随后摔脱夏雨奔回到自行车座上，骑着就跑。 这回是真溜。我不知道我为什么要这样仓皇可笑地逃跑。我害怕他们，我害怕一切熟悉的和陌生的人。我拚命蹬着车，逃过城市霓虹闪耀的街道和建筑。我回到罗家小院的时候天已黑透，跌下车浑身散了架，直冒虚汗，就像发了场疟疾。老罗夫妇把铁栅栏门关上了。我一摇门黄狗就叫起来。黄狗已经不认识我了。女房东拿着个电筒闪出来，警惕地照着我的脸，照了足有五秒钟才惊叫起来。"是你大学生啊你到哪里鬼混去了。"我挟着铺盖进院，又闻见那股熟识的牲畜和柴草的腐臭味，而鸡鸭猪狗都安详地睡着了。女房东抓着手电跟在我屁股后面上楼，来回地问，"你到哪里去了你是不是去租别人的房子了？"我说："我是去找房子就是找不到我住的房子。"女房东又说："可不是嘛房子又不会从天上掉下来你过了这村就没那店啦。"我进了房间赶紧把门关上。我没有拉灯。在一团漆黑中到处留下这个倒霉的季节的气味和痕迹。要小心翼翼轻手轻脚地爬到床铺上睡觉。要争取马上睡着。否则惊醒了世界，没准灾祸将再次降临。"你要洗澡就洗澡吧，不管你了，反正也不在乎那几个水费。"女房东在门外喊。在这个夜晚。我独自走在寂静的湿漉漉的石板路上寻找家门。有一条路是我小时候滚铁箍上学的路，我记得那条路有３００米长，走到尽头就是我家院子。但我怎么也走不完，繁茂的梧桐不断地重复掠过我身边，走过了无数相仿的水井，但我怎么也不完那条路。我听见街道另一侧响起一阵杂乱的脚步声，一个人影从黑暗尽头奔跑过来，擦过我的肩膀。他回过头朝我笑了笑，牙齿像星星一样闪亮。我认出那是南方小城著名的拒捕逃犯。小城的电线杆上到处张贴着捉拿他的布告，布告上说那人从北方流窜而来，犯有杀人罪、抢劫罪、流氓罪和扰乱社会治安罪。