Chapter 15 Pupa (3)

June 12 at 14:30 pm Standing in the classroom is Sun Tzuchu, who recited "Butterfly Dream" from "Zhuangzi · Equality of Things". Shang Xiaodie sits in the third row. Following the ups and downs of her grandson Chu's tone and the ancient sounds of Tang and Song Pingshui, she seems to be transformed into a flying butterfly along with Zhuang Zhou more than 2,000 years ago.Lu Shuangshuang secretly listened to "Two Butterflies" on the MP3. The first time I listened to Sun Zichu's lecture, the original teacher suddenly fell ill, so I temporarily asked Sun Zichu to put out the fire.Unexpectedly, this guy put aside the original teaching plan and talked about Zhuangzi in a wild way.As soon as I finished "Autumn Water", I jumped to Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly: "Zhuangzi dreamed that he became a butterfly and flew freely in nature. He felt that he was more suitable for the life of a butterfly, but he didn't know that there was another person named Zhuang Zhou in this world. When I wake up from a dream, I feel sad in silence. I don’t know if Zhuang Zhou turned into a butterfly in his dream, or a butterfly turned into Zhuang Zhou in his dream? But the butterfly is not Zhuang Zhou, and Zhuang Zhou is not a butterfly. The two have already materialized inadvertently!”

Xiaodie was fascinated by what she heard, and the legendary teacher was still eloquent: "Zhang Chao, a Qing Dynasty man, wrote a wonderful book "You Meng Ying", and there is a wonderful sentence in it." Write a line on the blackboard—— Zhuang Zhou's dream is a butterfly, Zhuang Zhou's luck; the butterfly's dream is Zhuang Zhou, the butterfly's misfortune. Unexpectedly, Sun Tzuchu also made a fool of himself: "Students, you should experience this sentence for yourself." There was a slight disdain in the classroom. At this time, Shuangshuang whispered to Xiaodie: "Look, that man next to you is staring at you."

Xiaodie turned her head vigilantly. An unremarkable boy quickly returned to sitting upright.She touched her face nervously: "Why does he look at me like that?" Lu Shuangshuang also looked at her carefully: "There seems to be something wrong." "Could it be turned into a witch?" "Maybe—" Xiaodie lowered her head, silently chanting "Butterfly Cemetery." "get out of class is over!" Sun Zichu shouted from the podium, interrupting Xiaodie's wild thoughts. At the same time, the mobile phone in her pocket vibrated, she took out the mobile phone and saw Zhuang Qiushui's name——

I'll be waiting for you in the school gymnasium. Xiaodie left Lu Shuangshuang behind, and was the first to rush out of the large classroom. After bypassing the two teaching buildings, she ran into the school gymnasium.Many people were playing badminton, she walked a few steps on the wooden floor in a daze, and heard someone calling her behind.It turned out that Zhuang Qiushui was sitting in the stands, wearing a white sportswear, just like Jay Chou.Xiaodie sat beside him and asked, "Why are you looking for me?" "do you feel better?" "The fever has basically subsided, and the throat is not dry, but the joints of the hands and feet still hurt."

Zhuang Qiushui breathed a sigh of relief: "Remember to take the medicine on time, and you can go to the hospital if the joint still hurts." "Thanks, I don't have to go to the hospital anymore - I'm afraid of the smell." After a long silence, he finally asked his question: "Tell me, Shang Xiaodie, how did you find the Butterfly Cemetery?" There is no need for Xiaodie to hide from him anymore: "Meng Bingyu's notebook." Later, she learned how to pick up the mysterious schoolbag, saw the scale on the CD, and found Meng Bingyu's notebook, then searched the "Butterfly Cemetery" website, deciphered the secrets in the poem manuscript, and found "Butterfly Cemetery" The whole process was told to Zhuang Qiushui in detail.

Finally, she let out a sigh of relief, as if she had been the director of a horror movie. After Zhuang Qiushui listened to the narration quietly, his eyebrows raised from time to time: "You are so lucky!" Or to put it another way: you're out of luck! Shang Xiaodie turned to look at the gymnasium, a few boys wielding their rackets skillfully, the badminton flew across the air like white butterflies. "You said you took a few photos with your mobile phone," Zhuang Qiushui interrupted her gaze, "Can you show me?" He took Xiaodie's cell phone, the first photo was obviously in the cemetery, a few foreign characters were engraved on the broken tombstone.He carefully identified it and said: "It is actually a Russian alphabet! It is also called the Kirill alphabet. It was invented by the Greek brothers Kirill in the ninth century, and later became the language of most Slavic peoples."

Brother Kirill?Shang Xiaodie thinks this word is very familiar - yes, in the poem draft, there is such a sentence: "Recite the words of Brother Kirill out loud." That sentence is right after the cemetery and the cross, referring to the Russian letters on the tombstone! The second photo is an upright tombstone, which seems to be illuminated by a flashlight-like aperture. There is a photo of a beautiful western woman on the monument. Looking at the "photo in the photo", Zhuang Qiushui's heart feels a little hairy. The third one is the words on the tombstone, just under the photo of the western beauty, it should be the name of the owner of the tomb, which is also engraved in Russian letters, and the date of birth and death is "1912~1936".

Zhuang Qiushui looked at it several times: "Send these photos to my mobile phone, and I will ask my high school classmate to translate for me. He is now studying Russian at the University of Foreign Studies." Afterwards, Xiaodie sent the photo to Zhuang Qiushui by MMS. "Please protect yourself." He stood up from the stands and said in a low voice, "I don't want you to become the second Meng Bingyu." "Wait a minute! I've already answered your question, but you haven't answered my question yet!" Shang Xiaodie stopped him, "How do you know that the Butterfly Cemetery is at No. 1999, Jingwei Ninth Road?"

Zhuang Qiushui was silent for a long time before saying: "Okay, let me tell you. Actually, I knew that place since I was a child." He closed his eyes, the noise of the gymnasium suddenly disappeared, and the memory deep in his brain began to play, only the sun when he was fourteen years old, and a large piece of dark green grass... Eight years ago, Zhuang Qiushui was fourteen years old. During the summer vacation of that year, my father's factory was in a recession. Many workers were laid off and returned home. Only my father still went to work every day.Unlike other boys who are addicted to video games, he will go to his father's unit when he is bored.It was a factory in the old industrial area, next to the Suzhou Creek.Back then, the factory was frighteningly large, with towering factory buildings and chimneys, like walking into a majestic maze.

On that hot noon, Zhuang Qiushui and a classmate came to the factory. Their fathers were both factory workers.Most of the production line has been shut down, and it is lunch break time, and there are almost no people in the huge factory.There are many machines in the factory, dilapidated workshops and warehouses, like a secret military base.Looking for any novelty, the two teenagers walked through the last workshop and came to the green grass.Suddenly, there was the chirping of crickets in the grass—— "Oh, a big bug!" Students who like crickets have their eyes lit up and listen to the source of the sound.Zhuang Qiushui also bent down to observe the grass.There is a high wall in front, and there is only the sound of crickets in the wild grass, and I feel uneasy in my heart.

Suddenly, the classmate threw himself on the ground: "Grab it!" A small black thing jumped out of the grass, and the two teenagers behind chased it closely until it jumped into a crack in the door. There was a lock on the small door, but it was rotted and rusted, and it opened with a light push. "Wait for the isosceles triangle!" Zhuang Qiushui called to stop the classmate, his heart beating even harder, "We can't go in!" "Did you hear the sound of that big bug? If we catch it, it must be the ever-victorious Cricket King!" Zhuang Qiushui remembered everything: "I used to come here when I was a child, and when I just wanted to go in, my father grabbed me back and beat me hard. My father warned: Never go into this small door. Behind the door is Anyone who enters the restricted area in the factory will be killed!" "Cut! Your father is coaxing the child! We are already in junior high school, and we are still afraid of such tricks?" The classmate laughed and stepped into the small gate. The door of the restricted area was already open, and Zhuang Qiushui stood outside the door blankly.In fact, since he was a child, he wanted to go in and see what was behind that fence.Sometimes my father would chat with his colleagues about it, but they all dared not talk about it as if they had hit a landmine. The Cricket King's cry sounded again from inside the door, Zhuang Qiushui couldn't hold back anymore, and stepped into the door of temptation carefully. He saw the cemetery. Accompanied by the sound of crickets, hundreds of tombstones stood erect, and the desolate land was overgrown with weeds, with coffins protruding from the ground. "It turned out to be a cemetery! No wonder it's a restricted area in the factory." The fourteen-year-old boy pretended to be bold and continued to bend down to look for crickets.Zhuang Qiushui didn't dare to pull him, fearing that they would fall into the grave together.He could only follow behind slowly, observing the surroundings at any time, and if his father found out, he would definitely be beaten to death by him. Chasing all the way to the innermost part of the cemetery, King Cricket got into the gap of the tomb.When the two were at a loss, Zhuang Qiushui saw the butterfly with a beautiful woman on one side and a skeleton on the other. They had never seen a butterfly like this before, and they were excited to catch it.But "Beauty and the Skull" was extremely sensitive, and flew into the doorway in a blink of an eye. Zhuang Qiushui saw the old house in front of him clearly, facing the cemetery desolately, lifeless.There is a deep doorway in the middle, and I don't know which layer of hell it leads to. "What's inside?" "Whatever it is, let's go in and have a look." Zhuang Qiushui felt a headache again, as if countless needles flew out of the grave and pierced into the back of his head.There was a strange cry in my ears, like the howling of radio waves, and goose bumps on my hands. "No! Don't go in! Let's go back." I already had a faint feeling in my heart - this doorway was the truly terrifying forbidden zone. The classmate spat out three words contemptuously: "Coward!" Then he broke through the doorway. Zhuang Qiushui stood outside alone, watching his partner disappear into the darkness.A cool wind blew through the door opening, and he subconsciously took two steps back.But he didn't run away, otherwise he would never be able to hold his head up in front of his friends.He wandered alone among the tombs, waiting for his classmates to return. Half an hour later, there was still no movement in the doorway.Zhuang Qiushui was a little anxious, worried that something would happen to him.Or there was another back door, and the guy went out through the back door, leaving him here alone. He yelled through the door: "Hello! Are you still there?" After waiting for another minute, there was a scream in the doorway! Zhuang Qiushui was so frightened that he fell to the ground. The decibels of the screams were so high that it was impossible for human beings to make them.The heart-piercing screams continued, like waves shaking the eardrums. His heart almost jumped out of his throat, he didn't dare to hear Du's screams anymore, let alone go into the doorway to find him.It can't be a prank, the students must have seen something inside, but what can make people so frightened? robber?killer?corpse?ghost? Countless screams came together, and all the brain cells were burning.He didn't dare to use his imagination anymore...He turned and ran like a deserter, across the silent and desolate cemetery, stepping over a few fragments of a coffin, and maybe some broken bones. Zhuang Qiushui escaped from the cemetery, passed through two warehouses in one breath, and finally bumped into his father in the factory workshop. The son's face was as ugly as death. When his father asked him what happened, he only said that he had fallen.Dad is a very nervous person, and he didn't think about other aspects, so he asked his son to go home quickly. He ran home alone and didn't mention what happened to anyone. Will the classmate die?How would you respond if someone else asked?Do you suspect that he killed his classmate? Spent the rest of the summer in fear. When school started two weeks later, Zhuang Qiushui was surprised to see that classmate still sitting in the classroom, as if nothing had happened.But the classmate stopped talking to Zhuang Qiushui, and he also felt that he was a coward, and he no longer had the face to face his classmates. Half a month later, a fire broke out in the house of a classmate who likes crickets.The rest of the family was safe and sound, but the child died in the room. When Zhuang Qiushui heard the news, a terrible scream sounded in his ears... "Since then, I have never been to my father's factory." After he finished talking about his experience as a teenager, he went back to the school gymnasium, and Shang Xiaodie was sitting in front of him. "The butterfly cemetery is in your father's factory?" "It is a restricted area of ​​the factory, and no one dares to step in without permission, including the foreigner cemetery. But for many years, no one can explain why, and it has become an unwritten rule in the factory. Later, I heard about the 'butterfly cemetery' ', suddenly my mind opened up, and I realized that there is the 'Butterfly Cemetery'!" Shang Xiaodie also covered her heart and asked, "Do the people in the factory know?" "They've never been in it, and they certainly wouldn't know it, even though it's just across the wall from the Butterfly Cemetery." "How could the factory be demolished later?" "The efficiency is too poor. The factory owed a lot of money, and finally had to go bankrupt. My father also returned home early. The old factory buildings were basically demolished. It is said that new residential buildings will be built. But because of the developer's funding problems, the house It has not been built for a long time, and a large open space has always been deserted." "It's a good thing it didn't become a residential area, otherwise I don't know what's going to happen." He nodded wearily, the memories exhausted him a lot: "Xiaodie, you have to protect yourself! None of the people who have entered the 'Butterfly Cemetery' can live for a long time! Even if they can come out alive, they will die in a short time Within a short period of time, accidents happened due to various strange reasons—as for the time limit of the accident, the shortest is only a few hours, and the longest is only a few months!" These words sounded like a death sentence, Shang Xiaodie asked almost word for word: "So, what about yourself? You also entered the Butterfly Cemetery last night." Zhuang Qiushui's face was a little cold, and his sharp eyes were daunting. He stood up furiously and said, "Damn! Didn't I just save you last night!" The first time Xiaodie saw him lose his temper, she was so frightened that she curled up in her seat and dared not speak.Afterwards, Zhuang Qiushui quickly ran down the stands, leaving her alone in the gymnasium. She buried her head in her arms, sobbing softly...