Chapter 25 Pupa (13)

22:10 midnight on June 19 The moon is bright. Holding the flute left by her mother in one hand and the box (coffin) of the golden bell in the other, Shang Xiaodie dashed across the night campus.The shadows of the trees danced under the street lamps, and no one noticed the girl's tears, just like Margaret took her lover's head and buried it in the depths of the night. Suddenly, I found that there was no one around, and I couldn't even see the lights. There were only flowerpots and grape trellises all over the floor.It turned out to be the garden of the school, and further ahead is the "ghost creek".

The story starts here, but it won't end here - except for Jin Lingzi's life. Feeling the night road to the green river, even if there are really countless ghosts, she will not be afraid anymore.Passing through the oleander in the night, the flowers bloom alone in the dark, and no one has come to recognize their beauty for many years, it seems that they are only waiting for Shang Xiaodie's presence tonight. Walking to the bank of the grassy river, the moonlight shines on the green river, but there are also strange lights and shadows.Two weeks ago, she was guided here by a "ghost beauty" butterfly, and found Meng Bingyu's schoolbag in the grass. Since then, she has embarked on the journey to the "Butterfly Cemetery", changing her body and soul.Less than a week ago, she fell into this cold river with Zhuang Qiushui again, and almost drowned in the muddy and deep river bottom, but found the dead body from a year ago.

Now, she came to "Ghost Creek" again, just to bury another part of her life. Xiaodie knelt on the grass, dug up a small piece of soil with both hands, and buried Jin Lingzi in it.Let it rest in peace by this dark green brook.Perhaps, in a few days it will decompose into soil and particles, and merge with the river water under the grass. Take a deep breath, stand up from the grass, place the blow hole of the flute to your lips, and slowly exhale the air. Midnight flute. The airflow spun out of the sound hole, turned into colorful notes, and immediately blew across the entire river bank.Skimming over the turbid green water, passing through the swaying phlox, up thirty thousand feet to the moon-starred sky.

Inhale—exhale—inhale—exhale—heart and flute tremble together, mourning for the newly buried golden bell.Many ghosts also surfaced, or sorrow or pain or regret, all awakened by the sound of the flute and intoxicated by the melody.They gathered around Xiaodie, one by one holding hands and leaning on shoulders.How many years has He Di been unjustified?How many years of martyrdom and infatuation have not been complained?Another innocent soul will be buried in the ground tonight and become one of them. Shang Xiaodie's flute sound not only alarmed the residents in the "ghost creek", but also floated melodiously far away, just like the summer night that passed through countless buildings, pierced through all the dense bushes, and delivered to the bottom of someone's heart .

That person did hear it—hundreds of meters away, he was wandering melancholy by the football field of S University when he suddenly heard a faint voice from the night sky. In an instant, Zhuang Qiushui's heart was hooked, and he stopped to listen.Although the voice was weak, it reached the bottom of my heart very clearly. After the rehearsal, "Zhu Yingtai" on the stage kept appearing in front of my eyes-Shang Xiaodie looked so beautiful in Hanfu.I don't know what Sun Tzuchu said to her again, has she returned to the dormitory... The more I thought about it, the more irritable I became, so I came to the football field in the middle of the night and jogged around the field.

He had already caught the direction of the sound, and walked forward following the sound.He pondered the melody carefully. It was the sound of the Chinese bamboo flute, which spread far away at night—this tune sounded so familiar, and it had accompanied him through two years of summer vacation. Getting closer and closer to the sound, it was the sound that aroused Zhuang Qiushui's soul, and it struck again after a few years--"On the West Building Alone" composed by Liu Jiachang, and Li Hou's main lyrics performed by Teresa Teng's voice.In the summer vacation of the second and third year of high school, I would hear this song almost every evening, coming from a window of the opposite building.He lay on the window and stared at the opposite side, but he couldn't find the flute player.I can only quietly listen to the wonderful melody of Midsummer Night, with some lovesickness and full of melancholy, I don't know which ears to play it to?The sound of the flute became a must-listen program for him every night, and he also learned many beautiful tunes from these sounds of the flute.The only thing I don't know is the person hiding in the darkness opposite.

Yes, he is reuniting with the past. The sound of the flute is getting closer and closer, and it has become another song "On the Water Side" by Teresa Teng: "Green Grass/White Mist/There is a beautiful woman/On the Water Side", which is also the flute that came from the opposite building back then. Voice. Zhuang Qiushui came to the school nursery, and further ahead was the "Ghost Creek", and the sound of the flute was coming from the river fog in front of him. Could it be that the ghost is playing the flute? But he couldn't resist the temptation of the voice, even if he sank to the bottom of the river, he still had to see the face of that person clearly!

Continuing to follow the sound, he passed through the oleander flowers in the darkness, and saw the woman under the moonlight. Zhu Yingtai playing the flute? He walked gently behind her, the moonlight refracted from the river, his eyes were slightly burned in the dark night. The sound of the flute is faint. Zhu Yingtai turned her head and saw Liang Shanbo's eyes. Suddenly the sound of the flute was interrupted, and the "ghost creek" returned to dead silence, only the oleander was still blooming quietly. He also saw her eyes. He has been waiting for her for three years, looking for her in the vast crowd for three years.He didn't know her name, didn't know what she looked like, he only knew that she used to play that seductive flute every night opposite him.

It turns out...it turns out...she is actually... The name was brewing in his throat, but he couldn't say it.He could only look at her eyes stupidly, the eyes that had been hidden behind the curtains of the opposite building. A certain song came from the bottom of my heart: "If it weren't for your longing for eyes / If it weren't for my redemption mood / I met in thousands of mountains and seas / So you are here too" "So you're here too!" Shang Xiaodie murmured this sentence. Zhuang Qiushui also nodded and took the flute from her hand. He is her loyal listener and she is his Shang Xiaodie.

"Yes, I'm here too. Thank you, I finally know who you are..." He finally said something, just a smile on the corner of his mouth, which immediately turned into tears. Once the maze of memory was opened, all the treasures jumped out—the girl who played the flute for him, the girl who followed him to school every morning, the girl who kept a distance from him every time she took the bus, The girl who would pass by each other on campus—of course he remembered her, the one who had been forgotten by everyone. It's only until today that I realize that this girl once—or still has a crush on her.

Maybe it was the fate of her previous life, her fate was fixed since she was born-his mother delivered her by herself, and it was an accidental arrangement. She has been his neighbor since she was a child, and she secretly fell in love with him without anyone knowing about it. Playing the flute for him is hidden behind the curtain.Now, they walked into the "Butterfly Cemetery" together, and they met in the "Ghost Creek" at midnight by this flute. Oleander was also in full bloom for their reunion, and it didn't matter whether the curse came or not. Tears fell gently on the shoulders, and the damp heat penetrated into the deepest and deepest heart. "Ghost Creek" has slight ripples... bright moon