Chapter 20 Pupa (8)

June 15 at 18:15 in the evening The lights are on at the gate of University S, Zhuang Qiushui and monk Xiaodie are sitting in the hot pot restaurant.This was the first time they had dinner together, Xiaodie finished ordering nervously, hesitated for a long time before saying: "Why didn't Shuang Shuang come?" "I didn't call her. Aren't we still talking about the Butterfly Cemetery? I don't want her to know more." Shang Xiaodie nodded: "You are right, more people should not know about it." When the food was served, Zhuang Qiushui received a text message. After reading the text message, he said: "The classmate who studies Russian has echoed me. Last time you forwarded to me the photos you took in the 'Butterfly Cemetery'. The Russian words on those tombstones Alphabet—"

"Remember, what do the words on the tombstone mean?" Zhuang Qiushui has already started to eat: "The first photo, the broken tombstone, the name can be translated as 'Ivan Nikolaevich Kashenv'." "Kashinfu!" Shang Xiaodie almost blurted out, "So he was buried outside the 'Butterfly Cemetery'? That's right, he was the director of Ekaterina Hospital, and he died in that hospital too, of course Buried there - where's the last picture? The picture on the real 'butterfly cemetery' tombstone." "That can be translated as 'Irena LEE'."

'Elena—" The woman I saw in my dream appeared again, with flaxen hair fluttering like silk, looking at her from a dark place... "Do you still remember the files I read during the day? Elena is engaged to a Chinese named Li. Obviously, the 'LEE' in the back is the Chinese surname of her husband's family." "I still remember the date of birth and death on her tombstone, from 1912 to 1936.......died at the age of twenty-four...Is it...a confidante who is unlucky?" "It's too difficult to answer, but every woman wants to be a beauty, and every man wants to be a beauty."

"Then do you think it's better to have a red face or a plain face?" Zhuang Qiushui didn't know how to answer, he looked into Xiaodie's eyes blankly, and said in his heart: You are getting more and more beautiful. No, don't look into her eyes, there's poison in her eyes! At this moment, his cell phone rang, and it was Lu Shuangshuang calling: "Where are you? Let's go out for dinner." "Oh—now?" He lowered his voice, not wanting to be heard by Xiaodie, "No, I'm helping the teacher with a project, and it may not end until midnight."

Shuangshuang on the other end of the phone was angry: "Why are you not free? You are not lying to me, are you?" "I didn't... lie to you..." The words were spoken weakly, and Zhuang Qiushui was also very guilty. "Hmph, I just believe you once. Let's wait until tomorrow night, don't make it too late today, bye." Putting down the phone and letting out a sigh of relief, she turned around and saw Xiaodie staring at him intently, with an indescribable cruelty in her eyes. "Why are you lying?" "I--" Zhuang Qiushui was tongue-tied.

"I don't like men who lie!" She held back for a long time before saying this, but then apologized, "I'm sorry." He smiled helplessly: "We lie every day, hundreds of lies a year, and lies for a lifetime..." "Satan—Satan—you know? When Adam and Eve were in the Garden of Eden, Satan turned into a snake to lure them. At that time, the snake had a human body, a long tail, and a pair of wings to fly in the air. " "A human body? A long tail? A pair of wings? Like a butterfly—'ghost beauty'!" Shang Xiaodie nodded calmly: "'Ghost beauty' is not transformed from the beautiful Helen, but the incarnation of Satan when he tempted humans."

"'Ghost beauty' is the devil Satan?" "Perhaps...perhaps 'Butterfly Cemetery' is Satan's living room." Zhuang Qiushui couldn't take it anymore: "No! No, stop thinking about it." After eating hot pot in depression, they walked out of the shop at eight o'clock in the evening. They walked to the gate of University S together, and a person appeared in front of them, staring at them with wide-eyed eyes. "Both—" Xiaodie blurted out and Zhuang Qiushui took a step back in embarrassment. Lu Shuangshuang's face was ashen, and her eyes were sharp enough to kill people.She raised her head and said to Zhuang Qiushui: "Are you here to help the teacher with the project, and you have to do it until midnight?"

Zhuang Qiushui turned his head away, he couldn't explain it at all, he could only turn around and run away quickly. Shuangshuang still can't believe her eyes, Xiaodie is no longer the humble girl she used to be.Now Xiaodie also has enough capital to compete, from best friend to worst enemy. "Shang Xiaodie, are we still friends?" This was the first time she called Xiaodie by her first name.Xiaodie also felt very awkward hearing it, and she replied sadly: "Of course, I will always regard you as my best friend." "I don't have a friend who is as scheming as you, who is planning every step of the way to poach other people's boyfriends. You are so amazing! Why didn't I see it in the past? I'm blind!"

Lu Shuangshuang turned around and ran away.Only Xiaodie was left standing alone at the intersection, once again what is meant by "being ashamed". The night gradually covered her. June 15 at 21:40 Sitting alone in the dormitory, no one was by her side.Song You must have taken sick leave to go home, and Tian Qiaoer and Manli have gone somewhere.Shang Xiaodie sat cross-legged on the upper bunk alone, and opened her laptop. These days she is reading an e-book, "Huang Rong" in the q983 edition - Weng Meiling.The 26-year-old female star who was once popular in Hong Kong, Taiwan and mainland China ended her life trapped by love.Looking at many of her photos, Xiaodie couldn't help shedding tears, especially a short essay written by Weng Meiling herself, titled "The One Who Loves Me", and ended with——

In the world, there are actually many things that we strive to pursue desperately, but in my eyes, there is only one thing I long for, that is true love, a partner who lives for me and teaches me to live for him.Don't laugh at me moaning without illness, I really feel a little sick, just because I haven't seen him appear so far. Love me, where are you? At the end of Shang Xiaodie's reading, her eyes became moist again. What is more important in a person's life? I remembered the embarrassing scene that night again.Can't forget the eyes of Shuang Shuang, surprised, disappointed, angry and jealous, she knows how a girl feels.But she didn't know how to explain it, or she couldn't explain it at all, just like the existence of "Butterfly Cemetery".

A year ago, when Shang Xiaodie stepped into S University, the first person she met was Lu Shuangshuang.There was an inexplicable sense of intimacy at the first glance, as if they had known each other for a long time.The two freshmen who had just registered didn't understand anything, and they helped each other with everything.Later, by chance, I found out that the two were born in the same year, the same month, and the same day-such a coincidence is destined, and they must become best friends.They have many hobbies in common and talk about almost everything.I often sit side by side to attend lectures, go to the cafeteria to eat together, and go shopping together to buy clothes.Apart from sleeping in different dormitories, the two are inseparable, and many people have privately rumored that they have a tendency to "la la". No, she can't lose her best friend because of a man. Besides, Zhuang Qiushui was Shuang Shuang's boyfriend in the first place. Taking the boyfriend of a good friend is a mean and insidious thing to do.Think about it in another way, if your most beloved thing is taken away by your most trusted and closest person-every girl can understand this feeling. After repeated tug-of-war in his heart, Shang Xiaodie finally made a choice. She took out her mobile phone and sent Zhuang Qiushui a text message—— I'm sorry I hurt both of you today.Please treat her well in the future, she is a very good girl.Please don't come to me again. June 16 at 4:30 a.m. Shang Xiaodie opened her eyes. In the dark girls' dormitory, there was only the sound of even breathing, and a burst of rich fragrance entered the nostrils.The feeling at the beginning of the story seems to reappear faintly.There was something on her face, she reached out and patted it lightly, feeling the air blowing.Something red flew past her eyes, she propped herself up and saw the butterfly in the dark night. Beauty and the Skull. It's it again—visiting in the early morning again, which mysterious place will it take her this time? Xiaodie followed Die Die out of bed and walked out of the quiet girls' dormitory. The red light in the corridor was flickering. Could it be that "ghost beauty" still has the ability of fireflies? Follow the butterfly out of the dormitory building and walk on the campus before dawn.Walking down the deserted path, through the school nursery, facing the red and white phlox - once again in "ghost creek". Shang Xiaodie can't remember how many times this is, looking at a pool of green water filled with night mist, imagining that someone will float from the bottom of the river. There was a gust of cold wind behind him, and he turned around and saw a white figure.The shadow gets closer and closer until the face is revealed. "Bai Lu?" She called out the name of her roommate, although she knew that Bai Lu had died for almost a week. In the dark night, the woman in white walked a few steps closer and faced Shang Xiaodie.Look carefully at the ghost's pale face - no, she looks more beautiful than Bai Lu, and her eyes are more melancholy, who is she? Xiaodie read out a passage from the Book of Songs: "The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called Yiren are on the side of the water." White dew is frost. Either Bailu or Baishuang. The woman in white on the other side responded to her: "Follow it backwards, the road is long and obstructive; follow it backwards, and you will be in the middle of the water." "Are you Bai Shuang?" Xiaodie read the name of this woman who had only seen it in the video and had turned into a ghost a year ago. Eyes blinked in the dark night: "Yes, Xiaodie." "You know my name?" Bai Shuang smiled charmingly: "I know everything about you." After all, how old is she going to be, Xiao Zhen was stunned in an instant: "Where are you from?" "Butterfly Cemetery." "Please take me to the 'Butterfly Cemetery', please take me to discover the secret!" Xiaodie almost pleaded, "Please save me and Zhuang Qiushui!" Bai Shuang nodded: "Please follow me." Then she turned and walked along the river bank, through the thick phlox.Bai Shuang's footsteps are getting faster and faster, probably because she is worried that the sky is about to dawn and the night is gradually fading.Xiaodie walked along the river bank for a long time. For the first time, she felt that the "ghost creek" was so long that she had already walked out of the S range without knowing it. The "small stream" merges into a larger river, and the river flows slowly in the dark night, and the smell of earth is everywhere.The two turned left along the big river and walked a long way until a high wall appeared in front of them. Midnight cemetery. Scattered and broken tombstones were strewn here and there, carved in dim Cyrillic letters.They walked into a deep doorway, with dusty glass above their heads and a crescent moon like a hook.At the end of the doorway is the screen wall of the altar, and oleanders bloom in the dark, surrounding a huge tomb. "Welcome to the Butterfly Cemetery." The tombstone fell down in an instant, and a big crack was opened on the grave. Bai Shuang pointed to the entrance of the tomb, and said softly to Xiaodie: "She is waiting for you." Who is this "she"? Immediately, a pair of thin wings grew from Baishuang's back, and flew up into the night sky lightly, like a butterfly melting in the moonlight. Shang Xiaodie closed her eyes, and continued to take a step forward, stepping on the crack in the tomb.There is a void under the feet, and the whole person falls into the bottomless abyss.She got up from the grave in a panic, with a huge coffin beside her.The lid of the coffin has been opened, and there is a lifelike woman lying inside—that is, "her". Elena. Yes, this beautiful woman is lying in the grave, is it a dream within a dream, or a file within a file?Even Xiaodie felt unreal, the only real thing at the moment was Elena. She seemed to be asleep, with a serene and sweet expression, and a subtle smile at the corner of her mouth.The soft eyebrows match the nose, and even under the snow-like jade skin, blue capillaries are faintly visible. And Elena's hair, spread as if blown by the wind--it was the true flaxen color, a lightest blond, and perhaps she had Nordic roots.Like a flower of strange color, blooming on top of her beautiful head. never fade... Shang Xiaodie couldn't help stretching out her hand and stroking Yi Lianna's hair, it was really as smooth and delicate as silk, it might melt away at any moment. Suddenly, Elena opened her eyes. Just when Xiaodie was about to scream in fright, the top of the tomb quickly closed, and she was tightly shut in the tomb. The darkness in the tomb has reached the limit, and there is no light in sight. A cold hand gently grabbed Xiaodie's neck. She woke up screaming. The top of the head is not the grave, but the ceiling of the bedroom.Outside the window, the morning sun has gradually illuminated the campus. On the opposite bed, Tian Qiaoer raised her head in disgust, closed her eyes and continued to sleep. Xiaodie is still on the upper bunk in the girls' dormitory. She stood up with difficulty, and just about to wipe the sweat off her forehead, she felt something in her hands.When I looked down, I was startled. It turned out that I was holding a strand of hair in my hand. — flaxen hair. Trembling and spreading out his palms, this strand of hair lay quietly, and under the light from the window, it actually gave off a charming and dazzling gaze. Obviously, it wasn't her own hair, let alone the hair of other people in the dormitory—only Manli dyed part of her red hair among her roommates, but she definitely didn't have this flaxen color. She picked up a strand of hair and looked at it carefully. It was long, fine and shiny, almost translucent to the light.Only young women have this kind of hair, and it also has a faint fragrance, which seems to be alive at any time. Is it a dream? Xiaodie squeezed herself hard, and almost cried out in pain——if the hair in her hand was not a dream, then the "Hoarfrost" she saw just now, and the "Irina" in the tomb were all too. It's not a dream anymore! Look down at this flaxen hair again, is this really Elena's hair? Quickly wrap this strand of hair, like ripples on the water— If you follow it back, the road is long and obstructive; if you follow it back, you will be in the middle of the water.