Chapter 23 Pupa (11)

June 17 at 9:10 am Shang Xiaodie dreamed of her mother. Mom was lying on a white bed, soft lights illuminating her face, but there were no shadows around.My mother is still the face in the photo, young, beautiful, dignified and moving, and her eyes are somewhat exotic.She came to her mother and called her gently.And the mother looked at her with a smile, reaching out to touch her daughter's nose, lips, and eyebrows... Suddenly, blood flowed out from under the bed, spreading everywhere like a flood, and the whole room was filled with the smell of blood, even submerging Xiaodie's ankles.She threw herself on her mother with tears, and kissed her mother's lips. At this moment, she heard her mother's voice——

"Mom will always love you." Waking up from the dream, I opened my eyes blurred by tears and looked at the photo of my mother on the desk.It was past nine o'clock in the morning, and it was always cloudy outside.Xiaodie got up and took a sip of water, the warm water entered her body through her throat, feeling a little better.However, this can never replace one thing - mother's milk. She has never had a mouthful of breast milk, and she can only drink rice porridge and milk when she was born.When four or five years old gradually became sensible, they didn't have the concept of a mother yet!When seeing other children lying in the mother's arms, other fathers sharing the family relationship with their wives and children, and she can only be in the clumsy father's hands, they will raise their heads and look at father blankly. At this moment, father's eye sockets are already moist.It wasn't until I was in elementary school that I realized what a mother was, and gradually I learned the cause of my mother's death—the dystocia when she was born.Xiaodie felt that she had killed her mother. If she hadn't come into this world, her mother must be alive.

At that time, she often said to herself in the mirror: "Murderer, you are the murderer, the murderer who killed my mother!" Later, my father talked to his girlfriend several times, and told Xiaodie that he wanted to find another mother for her.But she stubbornly rejected those women, some of them were not bad, gentle and kind, willing to take care of Xiaodie sincerely.But in her heart, no woman can compare to her mother——mother is unique. Dad tried several times, but finally gave up and continued to take his daughter alone.A childhood without a mother is like a tree without soil.She lost the joy that many children should have, and lost the most important part of her own life.

Shang Xiaodie once liked Xiong Tianping's song "Match Paradise"-- "Every time I light a match, there is a slight light / I see hope, I see dreams / I see the heavenly mother talking / She Say you have to be brave and you have to be strong / Don’t be afraid and don’t panic / So that you don’t have to wander anymore / Mother holds your hand to go home / Sleep in a warm and flowery paradise” She looked at the mother in the photo and said—— "Mom, I am your eternal baby, your eternal spring, I am your incarnate butterfly, I am Xiaodie." June 17 at 10:40 am Zhuang Qiushui also woke up.

Lying quietly in the house, thinking about what my mother said last night, the memories of twenty years ago, and the most severe warning... Jumping off the bed, looking at the face in the mirror - pale, thin and purple lips, more and more signs of death? It turns out that Xiaodie was delivered by his mother herself, and this fate is really not shallow.Thinking carefully about what happened in the past week, he couldn't see Shang Xiaodie clearly anymore, her face seemed to be constantly changing, covered by the mist of "ghost creek". The mobile phone received a text message from Lu Shuangshuang, asking him to go to the bar to watch the World Cup at night.But Zhuang Qiushui replied a text message apprehensively, saying that he was tired recently and wanted to go to bed early, so he would not come out at night.Feeling guilty after posting, he didn't want to hurt anyone, Lu Shuangshuang would not let him go easily.How should we face them tomorrow?

Mom went to work in the hospital, and Dad got up to have breakfast with his son.Since the factory closed down a few years ago, my father retired home early. He worked as a worker all his life. After leaving the factory, he lost a lot and became old all of a sudden. Dad asked sternly: "Your mother was very upset when she came home last night. Why did you make her angry? Your mother goes out early and returns to work every night, desperately earning money for you to go to college. Don't be heartless." "I know." Zhuang Qiushui lowered his head while eating breakfast, and suddenly thought of something, "Father, I want to ask about your factory."

"Factory? That's not my factory for a long time, it's all demolished to the ground, so there's nothing else to say." "I'm asking about the past of the factory. I remember that there is a restricted area behind the factory, and you said that you must never enter it." Dad quickly finished his breakfast: "Yes, that's the wall. Now even the factory is gone, so it doesn't matter to tell you. Actually, behind that wall is a cemetery. When I entered the factory in 1977, I heard from the old masters Said, that cemetery must never be entered. The factory also clearly stipulates that no one is allowed to enter the cemetery. Later I heard that the factory is haunted, especially in the workshop near the cemetery, and people on duty at midnight often said that they encountered ghosts. In the 1960s, some Out of curiosity, two young workers ventured into the cemetery, but never came out again. The factory manager could only lead twenty strong men into the cemetery at noon when the sun was at its peak—in an old house In front of the doorway, the bodies of the two workers were found."

"Are you afraid?" Dad smiled wryly, recalling the years in the factory, which is the thing he does the most now: "When I was young, I didn't feel anything terrible. I just felt that there were a lot of bugs in the factory in summer, and sometimes they would drill into my In the leg of the trousers. I often walk a few steps casually, and I will trample a bug to death—until one night more than ten years ago, I really saw a ghost." "What?" The last sentence made Zhuang Qiushui's eyes widen, "Did you see a ghost?" "Yes! That was when you were in elementary school. I would occasionally work night shifts in the factory to prevent people from stealing raw materials. It was very cold that winter, and it snowed heavily in the middle of the night. It was so cold that I couldn't sleep, so I got up and burned a coal stove to keep warm. .Suddenly, I saw a black shadow passing by outside the duty room. I would not have seen it normally, but that night was covered with white snow, and a black shadow passed by was particularly conspicuous. I thought to myself that in the middle of the night when it was snowing heavily, even It's time for the thief to rest—”

"Is it a ghost?" Zhuang Qiushui blurted out. "That's what I thought at the time! I took an iron rod for self-defense, and walked out of the duty room gently. It was freezing outside, and I jumped while walking. If it was a ghost, naturally there would be no footprints. I quickly I walked forward and scanned the front with my flashlight, and I could see far away in the snowy night. I walked around two workshops, and the flashlight finally caught the shadow. I ran over quickly, whether it was a person or a ghost, I wanted to see it. Unexpectedly, the shadow turned to the wall and entered through a small door."

"Is that the restricted area?" Dad nodded: "Yes, I saw that ghost walking into the cemetery with my own eyes. I hesitated for a while, but I bravely followed in. Although it is a strictly forbidden place in the factory, I think I am defending national property , What if something is stolen? I will be on duty tonight. If I lose something, I will be responsible. Maybe I will be suspected of stealing it, so I will not be able to clean it up by jumping into the Huangpu River. Besides, if I see a ghost, It really has become a deceitful nonsense.” At this moment, as if listening to a horror story, Zhuang Qiushui raised his heart in his throat: "What happened next?"

"Afterwards, I followed that black shadow. It didn't run away quickly, and kept a distance of ten meters from me. The snow-covered cemetery in the middle of the night was really miserable, so I could only keep an eye on the guy in front of me. I followed it all the way. There is a deep doorway in front of an old house. The cemetery is already a restricted area, and the most courageous people in the factory just stand at the entrance of the cemetery and look at the house from a distance. I heard from the old master of the factory that Jiefang Qianjin said that behind the cemetery The house used to be a Belarusian hospital.” He anxiously urged his father: "What happened to the black shadow?" "Just at the entrance of that door, he suddenly turned around! I fell down on the snow in fright, only to see a ghost-like face, with green light from the eyeballs, and a hand stretched out like a withered bone—it really is Ghost, I got up and ran back, ran out of the cemetery in one breath, and returned to the duty room. I didn't sleep all night, and kept guard with iron bars all night. The next day, I checked the warehouse. Fortunately, nothing was missing. From then on, even if the bonus is deducted, I will not be on duty in the middle of the night.” Zhuang Qiushui also heaved a sigh of relief: "Father, did this factory exist before liberation?" "Well, our factory was established in the 1940s. It belonged to a national capitalist in old Shanghai. The owner's surname was Li, Liming Li. It was called 'Liji Machine Factory' at that time. In the 1950s, a public-private partnership was established, and the owner's family moved to Hong Kong." Zhuang Qiushui remembered - in the "Butterfly Cemetery" behind the factory, the Russian word on the tombstone was "Irina LEE", and that "LEE" was the husband's surname of the owner of the tomb, that is, a Chinese businessman surnamed Li. He had already deduced that after the death of the White Russian doctor Kashinv, the hospital and the Russian cemetery were deserted.The rich businessman Li's family bought the hospital, the cemetery, and the surrounding large tracts of land, and built the "Li Kee Machine Factory" outside.At the same time, the Li family buried their Russian daughter-in-law Irina in the hospital, and designated both the cemetery and the hospital as restricted areas, and workers in the factory were not allowed to enter without authorization. Dad was completely lost in memory, and he said to himself: "Five years ago, on the eve of our factory being demolished, the boss at that time, the descendants of the Li family, visited the factory. He was an old Hong Kong man in his fifties or sixties. He knew Accompanied by bodyguards, he entered the cemetery in the restricted area, and I heard that he cried a lot on the spot." "Did the old Hong Kong man walk into that old house?" "No, he stood in front of the door for a long time, but finally left." Zhuang Qiushui also let out a long sigh along with his father: "Cry a lot? Yes, everyone needs to cry a lot when they get there!" But Dad didn't know that the old hospital in the restricted area of ​​the cemetery was the legendary "Butterfly Cemetery".Perhaps for so many years, all the workers in the factory did not know that the "Butterfly Cemetery" was by their side. Many times, what you have spent your whole life looking for is often within your reach. So what about Elena? June 17 at 20:10 p.m. After dinner, Shang Xiaodie was worried that it might be heavier, so she carefully stood on the scale, but found that the pointer only bounced to 46 and stopped moving. 46 kg - 92 catties? impossible!I weighed myself at home last weekend, and I still have 52kg.The pointer must have not returned to zero. She jumped off the scale and re-calibrated the pointer. Well, the pointer is now at zero, which should be the most accurate.She weighed herself again, and the pointer still stopped at 46 kg. 92 Jin is her current weight, there is no doubt about it! Xiaodie looked at the pointer quietly, and it swayed with her trembling, but it was always hovering around 46, and it was exactly 46 when it was not moving. Still not daring to look with his own eyes, he stepped off the scale and the pointer returned to zero exactly.She covered her mouth and couldn't make a sound. She didn't know whether to be happy or afraid-in just one week, she dropped from 52 kilograms to 46 kilograms, and she lost a full 12 kilograms of meat.How many weight-loss pills and weight-loss exercises do you have to take to do this! She looked at herself in the mirror, her face was much thinner, her neck was also thinner, and she had hair - she went to a beauty shop in the afternoon and had a Japanese-Korean style haircut, with the tips of her hair curled around her neck. A bit like Song Hye Kyo in the movie. Xiaodie stroked the ends of her jet-black hair, put on a hood and went to take a bath.Looking at my body carefully in the bathroom, it seems that every inch of my skin has changed, it is whiter, more delicate and more elastic, and the water is shining with luster. very light blue. The biggest change was the birthmark on the chest. The original ugly shape was divided into two petals, and the color became redder and brighter, mixed with blue and gold, like two colorful fans.It stands to reason that the birthmark is lifelong unchanged, how can it become so fast?It's like body painting.She rubbed her chest vigorously, trying to see if the color would be wiped off, but of course it was in vain. This birthmark made her more and more frightened - she was used to the ugly shape and color long ago, but it suddenly changed into this appearance, there was something dirty in the colorful skin, as if a monster would be born at any time, Or bad omen? Put on pajamas and go back to the room, just tonight there will be Dragon TV's "Come on!Good Man", Xiaodie sat down quietly to watch the game, she still likes that Tibetan Pubajia the most. After watching the TV, I went to the window and looked at the opposite building through the glass.Twenty meters away, on the opposite third floor, there was a window almost facing her, but it was lifeless and without any light. A few years ago, that window was lit every night, and she looked at the opposite side almost every night-there was always a handsome boy sitting in front of the window, or buried in his homework, or sitting in front of the computer desk surfing the Internet, or Looking up at the stars in the sky on a summer night. Shang Xiaodie knew his name, they were in the same middle school from junior high school to high school, but he was two grades higher than her.Every morning she would wait at the door for a few more minutes until he came out of the house in a hurry.Then they carried their schoolbags and walked in the community one after the other, but always kept a distance of about ten meters.She just watched him silently and never came forward to speak to him.Even whenever he turned his head, she would hide aside. They take the same bus to and from school, and that bus is always empty, and there are usually seats available.But they never sat together, always two or three passengers apart, and she watched him quietly. She can often see him on campus, and she secretly stands beside him, not knowing whether to advance or retreat.She often waits until someone passes him by, before thinking of raising her head to let him see her face clearly.However, he has already walked away, leaving only his back to her. Tried several times, but just didn't have the courage to talk to him.She knew that she was not good-looking, and no boy had ever noticed her.While the deskmate often received flowers, she never received even a broken note.As for that boy, there must be many girls around him, maybe he never realized her existence. Even though, she was by his side, she was opposite him—but she was not in his eyes. Shang Xiaodie took out the flute from her schoolbag, which was also the only thing left by her mother.In the two years of junior high school and senior high school, almost every summer night, she would hide behind this curtain and quietly play this ancient musical instrument. She has a CD of Teresa Teng's covers of ancient poems, such as "On the West Building Alone", "Rouge Tears" and "One Cut Plum".She wrote the score by herself and played it with the flute. The air flow was compressed by the flute pipe, and then reduced to notes that flew into the air and spread far, far away.Through the gap in the curtains, you can see the boy in the opposite window.He also listened by the window, with the desk lamp shining on his forehead, his eyes closed and he said nothing.The sound of the flute, together with a girl's confession, is passing through the distance between the two buildings and reaching the bottom of his heart. However, he still doesn't know who she is. During the summer vacation on the eve of the first year of high school, Xiaodie went to the "Oriental Green Boat" with the school.On that summer night of fireflies, just because of this boy, she quietly followed him to the grass.Among a group of boys and girls, she hides in the most inconspicuous corner.Finally, he volunteered to stand up and told everyone about the "Butterfly Cemetery"-this was the first time she heard these four words.His story is interrupted by a girl crying.When everyone left one after another, Shang Xiaodie wanted to stay, but after hesitating for a long time, she left with others, leaving him alone under the starry sky. Later, I heard that he was admitted to S University, and soon moved out of the building opposite.Perhaps it was for this reason that Shang Xiaodie filled in S University as her first choice in the college entrance examination. As for his name, have you guessed it? ——Zhuang Qiushui. June 18 at 8:50 am This is not a butterfly cemetery - the bright sky shines through the room, and Shang Xiaodie is lying on her bed. Still curled up and lying on its side, like an oversized white silkworm chrysalis.Itchy skin, like something growing out.She looked at her arm, it was actually covered with a layer of off-white, and quickly wiped the thin layer of filaments on her fingers, like dust in the sun.Only then did she realize that almost every pore was secreting white stuff.Some are like pimples on the face, but whiter and thinner, like spider silk - suddenly a terrible word comes to mind: Spider Woman! no, do not want!Xiaodie hurriedly ran into the bathroom, turned on the shower head and took a shower again. After washing off the gray things on her body, her skin was as rosy as a baby's. Dad came out to make breakfast, Xiaodie didn't dare to tell Dad about the changes in her body.Suddenly, she found that her father seemed to be much shorter. In the past, she could only raise her head to talk to her father, but now she only needs to raise her head slightly: "Dad, is your back bent?" "Nonsense, I'm straight." The father straightened his back and looked at his daughter, "No, you grew taller!" Quickly took Xiaodie to measure her height, and it turned out to be 168 centimeters—it was only 160 centimeters half a month ago! 8 cm taller?Both the father and daughter couldn't believe their eyes. They are 168 centimeters and weigh 92 pounds. They are the standard beauty "devil" figure. Xiaodie couldn't help touching the joints of her legs, thinking of the bone-piercing pain a few nights ago, or maybe that was the process of bone growth? Dad took a few steps back, and finally enjoyed the opportunity to appreciate his daughter's beauty. He had waited for this moment for twenty years—— When he first became a father, he was weeping for the loss of his wife and took over his newly rescued daughter from the nurse.He thought his daughter should be as beautiful as her mother, and a lovely little angel, but he didn't expect to be as ugly as a freak.Of all the babies in the nursery, his daughter was the ugliest, and the other parents frowned when they saw her.He even wondered if it was the nurse's fault - because everyone knew that the child looked very weird. He took his daughter home, hoping that she would gradually get better, and finally be as beautiful as her mother.But when he waited until his daughter could walk, the birthmark became more and more obvious.When the daughter was in elementary school, she had freckles on her face again. Except for those eyes, she didn't have the slightest trace of her mother.After Xiaodie entered puberty, he completely gave up. His daughter will probably be ugly for the rest of her life, and finding a husband will become a big problem in the future! At this moment, the extravagant hope that has been suppressed for twenty years has finally come true, and it is hard to hide the excitement in my heart: "Xiaodie, Dad is so happy, you look more and more like your mother!" "Really?" Shang Xiaodie touched her face, like her mother?This is something she never dared to think about in the past. "Of course." Dad also stretched out his hand to caress her cheek, as if he was touching a beautiful work of art, "In the past, you only had eyes like your mother, but now the outline of the face, skin, nose, lips, and figure are all different. Like her, her eyes are getting better and better, I seem to see your mother again, she is resurrected on your body." "Mom resurrected on me?" She repeated it silently in her heart again, the beautiful soul that had died twenty years ago was smiling in her heart. Xiaodie grabbed her father's hand: "Can you tell me about my mother's past? Until now, I don't know anything about my mother except her name and photo." Dad's lips trembled a little: "In addition to being beautiful, your mother is also very smart, gentle and kind. She is a perfect wife and mother. Sorry, I haven't told you for many years that your mother is an orphan! So you don't have grandpa, grandma, uncle , Auntie. She was admitted to S University, what a fate, her daughter also attended the same university. Your mother studied biology and was assigned to the Institute of Entomology after graduation." Finally, she asked the question that had been on her mind for several days: "Before I met you, Dad, did Mom have a boyfriend?" Dad's expression changed obviously, as if he wanted to avoid it: "Xiaodie, why do you ask such a question?" "Talk—isn't it?" The daughter stared into his eyes, both persistent and pitiful. Dad couldn't face her, and stood up nervously and wandered a few steps: "You already know? This is our family's secret: before your mother met me, she was married once—but she only got a marriage certificate, no real Get married. Because the man died mysteriously the day before the wedding. A year later, your mother left the Entomology Research Institute, and I was introduced to her." "Since she has received a marriage certificate, the man is her husband—so, mother was also a widow!" Dad smiled wryly: "You can put it this way, this is also the reason why everyone around me opposed my marriage with your mother. When we first met, I didn't know her past. Later, she took the initiative to tell me, and I was also very surprised at the time. But it's not her fault, I love your mother very much. Although I have repeated several times, and I intend to sever the relationship with your mother-but I can't do it, I can't not see her for a day. After a year, I have a relationship with her Getting married, withstanding the pressure of everyone around you, even at the expense of falling out with your grandparents." "No wonder you don't have your wedding photos at home." "There was no wedding at all, and we lived with the marriage certificate. Soon we had you. Your mother is gentle and kind, and a rare good wife. But she just doesn't like to laugh, calm and silent, and her eyes are always It's very strange, I can't tell what it smells like. But I know she is strong and brave, and that's why she gave you life—" He wanted to say, "Because your birth was a miracle," but he swallowed the words. Xiaodie was still not satisfied: "Did Mom say anything else? Like the man who died mysteriously." "No." Dad obviously didn't want to mention mother's "ex-husband". "She didn't even mention that person's name. She only knew that she was a colleague from the Institute of Entomology. I don't know anything else." Shang Xiaodie has one last question that has been brewing for a long time: "Did Mom mention 'Butterfly Cemetery'?" Dad fell silent immediately, with no expression on his face, and after waiting for a long time, he only uttered one word: "No".