Chapter 30 Butterfly (5)

June 20 at 19:50 p.m. "Butterfly Cemetery" upstairs. Shang Xiaodie faced the eyes of the old woman, a green flame was burning in her eyes. Finally, the old woman's withered lips moved, like a beast lurking in the night, and the tragedy of her life was narrated—— Elena leaves a half-breed daughter after her death. In 1950, his father went to Hong Kong with his wife and children and his wealth.The daughter stayed with relatives in Shanghai. She was not pretty when she was a girl, and she had ugly birthmarks on her body. People called her "ghost sister".But she knew that her mother was a beautiful woman, and she often shed tears to miss her mother whom she had never met.

On the Ching Ming Festival when she was eighteen, she secretly visited her mother's grave and found a group of strange butterflies—ghost beauties.From then on, during the "Eighteen Changes of Women's University", she became a mixed-race beauty within half a month. She was often treated as a foreigner on the street, surrounded by people praising her beauty.It was the "secret moon period" of Sino-Soviet relations, and because she was half of Russian descent, she was recommended to study in Moscow.After graduating from a university in the Soviet Union, she returned to work in Shanghai and met the man she loved and got married. This happened in 1960.

However, that year coincided with the deterioration of Sino-Soviet relations, and her Russian blood brought disaster to her instead.Because she had studied in the Soviet Union and her father was a capitalist, she was slandered as a Soviet spy.What saddened her the most was that when she was seven months pregnant, her husband divorced her cruelly for his own future, drawing a clear line and never seeing her again. In the cold winter of 1960, she gave birth alone in the hospital.There was a sudden hemorrhage during childbirth. Fortunately, the hospital accepted blood donations that day, and she received a large amount of blood transfusion in time. Finally, she was lucky enough to survive and gave birth to a baby girl by caesarean section with difficulty.

Strange markings grew on her skin, like she was covered in stuffed butterflies.The doctor misdiagnosed her as leprosy and forcibly sent her to a leprosy village in a southern province.The newborn daughter was separated from her mother and given up for adoption by a childless couple.There is only one thing she left to her daughter - the name "Zhu Die". She came to a desolate village in a remote mountainous area - Leprosy Village.Lepers from all over live here. Some of them have been cured long ago, but they can only continue to stay because there is no place to take them.It is isolated from the outside world, with inconvenient transportation, and no one can get out by themselves.Food and medicines are delivered regularly, and patients grow their own sweet potatoes and vegetables.The Leprosy Village is actually like a peach blossom garden. No matter how the world they face changes, they will always live a monotonous life.

An old Chinese doctor in the village discovered that she did not suffer from leprosy, but another strange disease, which reminded him of the "butterfly poison" recorded in ancient medical books.The old Chinese doctor collects poisonous wasps every day, and boils them into a decoction with a slow fire for her to drink.This ancient "fighting poison with fire" has been used for two full decades.It wasn't until the old Chinese doctor died that all the butterfly markings on her body faded away, and those strange symptoms disappeared.Due to the long-term use of bee venom and traditional Chinese medicine, she has developed a strong virus immunity-even if she is bitten by the most poisonous snake, she will be fine, and she is almost invulnerable to all poisons.

In the 1980s, the leprosy village was lifted from the blockade.And the best twenty years of my life have been wasted in this barren mountain and wild village.She returned to her hometown where she had been away for many years, but she no longer had her identity and her household registration had been canceled long ago.Although there is a half-brother in Hong Kong, he is still a billionaire.But she has resentment towards her father and younger brother, and would rather die quietly alone. After several twists and turns, she found her daughter——Zhu Die. At this time, Zhu Die was just married, a beautiful bride, and her son-in-law worked in a bank.However, she didn't dare to recognize her daughter, and only occasionally passed by her daughter's door, looking at the beautiful Zhu Die from a distance.She came from a leprosy village, has no household registration and identity card, and is almost penniless. How can she convince her daughter?Although she has never had leprosy, people still discriminate against leprosy.Even if she returns to her daughter, her son-in-law will despise her.Others will also look down on Zhu Die, and even dare not talk to her, and her daughter will bear a heavy shadow for life.

She didn't want to hurt her daughter, and would rather be homeless herself.She returned to Elena's grave - the restricted area of ​​the factory.She knew there was a "ghost beauty" here when she was a child, but after twenty years of "fighting poison with poison", she is no longer afraid of any poison.She lives in this house in the "Butterfly Cemetery", where her mother grew up, the former Ekaterina Hospital.Later, when she heard that her daughter died due to dystocia, her only comfort was that she had a granddaughter named Shang Xiaodie. For twenty years, she has been living in this dilapidated building.Every morning, he sneaks out of the factory, picks up rubbish in the wasteland outside, exchanges money at the waste recycling station, and quietly returns at night to spend the night. Over the years, he has actually saved a fortune.This is a restricted area of ​​the factory, no one dares to step into this place, and no one knows her existence.Even if she was occasionally seen by the workers on duty at midnight, because of the face of the old European woman, it intensified the rumors of ghosts in the factory.

This is the secret habitat of the "ghost beauty". Every evening, many strange butterflies will appear, and they have multiplied here for dozens of generations.Therefore, it is not so much a "butterfly cemetery" as a "butterfly paradise". In this isolated "Butterfly Valley", she has been living peacefully with the "ghost beauties".She never hurt the butterflies, and the butterflies were very friendly to her. Until the evening of this summer, she once again saw a girl break in boldly—this is fate, and they will meet again at that time and place.

Yes, Shang Xiaodie came to her. After listening to the story told by the old woman, Xiaodie was dumbfounded for a while, and the tears that had already filled her eyes finally slowly fell down. "Are you my grandmother?" The old woman nodded, and two drops of hot tears welled up in the deep eye sockets. Now everything is clear, the old woman with a European face in front of her is the half-breed child of Yi Lianna and a Chinese man, and she is also her biological grandmother.Just because of a twist of fate, even her mother never saw her. Shang Xiaodie is the great-granddaughter of Yi Lianna, the owner of the "Butterfly Cemetery".

She has one-eighth of Russian noble blood. At this moment, there was no taboo anymore, she threw herself into grandma's arms tremblingly, whispering softly: "If... if... Mom knew... how wonderful it would be. …” In this desolate night in the "Butterfly Cemetery", he suddenly became tender and affectionate.The grievances in my heart for the past twenty years, as well as the regrets of my mother under the nine springs, all turned into unbridled tears and wet the loess three feet below. In the arms of her grandmother, Shang Xiaodie fell asleep again. June 21 at 0:01 PM "Butterfly Cemetery" on the second floor.Shang Xiaodie woke up leisurely, with candles dancing on her eyelids, her butterfly-patterned robe was still swaying, her translucent eyeballs were getting closer and closer, as if she wanted to kiss her lips lightly.

She jumped up from the mat, her eyes widened, but she could no longer see that person. Still in this room, it was pitch black outside the window.Candles were burning on the desk, and grandma didn't know where she was. Xiaodie took a few steps in the room, the wooden floor under her feet made a muffled sound.This was Elena's boudoir back then, and now the hut where grandma lives in seclusion. It was a strange experience. I broke into the "Butterfly Cemetery" for the second time and met my grandmother for the first time in my life.It turned out that she was destined to have a relationship with this place—Irina on the tombstone was actually her great-grandmother! She also thought of the miraculous experience last night. It was in this room that she saw Elena when she was young, and they even hugged each other tightly—does Elena know that she is her great-granddaughter? Perhaps, the so-called "butterfly cemetery" was created because of their family, and it will also perish because of their family. I'm hungry and haven't eaten since morning.She found a backpack under the desk, which contained mineral water and cakes.Looking at the room illuminated by candlelight, she thought of Da Vinci's famous painting "The Last Supper"—no, it should be "The Last Supper"! After eating and clearing up, she walked to the door of the room and called "Grandma" to the dark corridor. The sound was heard far away in the broken building, and bounced back softly.Shang Xiaodie turned her head, and a bright object came into her sight. a butterfly. The angel "ghost beauty" in the middle of the night quietly flew into the window and stopped under the candlelight of the writing desk. Xiaodie liked this little thing more and more, she tiptoed to the writing desk, bent down and sat in front of Butterfly.It actually didn't move, but the beauties and skeletons on the wings alternated in turn. She reached out her hand to touch the "ghost beauty", but it flapped its hands knowingly and flew to the door waddling.She quickly ran after him, grabbing a flashlight by the way. In the dark and empty corridor, the flashlight beam shines a few meters ahead.Butterflies flashed past like ghosts, and disappeared into the shadows again.She continued to chase forward, and within a few steps she came to the "overpass".Holding on to the crumbling railing, the silence in the doorway was like hell.She looked up at the ceiling, and a crescent moon was hanging vaguely above her head.The moonlight was diluted by the dusty glass and fell gently to the bottom of the eyes. Like a canyon in the dark night, only a suspension bridge connects it in the middle.She stands on the bridge, waiting for a sweetheart to arrive. The "ghost beauty" was gone. Suddenly, a strange sound came from the opposite side, like something collided.Holding a flashlight, cross the "overpass" and enter the opposite corridor.The voice is still going on, like the dream of "Butterfly Cemetery", or the night vampire in the cemetery? After turning around a few corridors, relying on the beam of light from the flashlight, she could not tell the direction at all, even the way back was lost.There was a thick layer of dust on the floor, like elves dancing in the beams.Shang Xiaodie took a few steps forward, pushed open the heavy door, and found that she was completely lost. But the voice continued, as if corresponding to her, and she called out, "Hello! Is anyone there?" He heard his own echo a few seconds later.She took another step forward, and suddenly the floor broke under her feet—maybe the wood was in disrepair and rotted, and she fell in anyway. Her body was empty again, and the moment she fell freely in mid-air, she suddenly thought of butterflies flying in the dark. The sound of dust and sawdust whistled in her ears, and the broken planks hit her, falling from the second floor to the ground floor. However, Fluttershy didn't hit the floor, but landed on a moving object. At the same time, a hand grabbed her waist, and then she heard a man's shout, and fell to the ground together with him. Fortunately, she was on top of the man, and the man seemed to have been "bombed" and fell to the ground out of breath.The flashlight didn't know where it went, she rolled aside in the darkness, and reached out to touch the man's face.Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice: "Xiaodie, is that you?" It was Zhuang Qiushui! "it's me!" She grabbed his face excitedly, and a pair of strong hands wrapped around her waist.Although they couldn't see each other's faces in the opaque and dusty room, they could vaguely see the flickering eyes, as well as the pulse and temperature of the heartbeat. Facing each other at close range again, exchanging each other's calls, tears filled her eyes again.In the "Butterfly Cemetery" in this dark night, they met for the second time in a special way. No matter in hell or heaven, two relatives are enough. Zhuang Qiushui coughed suddenly. There was too much dust here.The two stood up with difficulty, covered their mouths and noses, and groped into the depths of the darkness.Pushing open a decaying door, the moonlight shines on the window sill.There was a small door open beside them, and they rushed out quickly.Walk out of the closed room and look up at the mysterious night sky. Finally able to take a big breath, as if floating out of the "ghost creek", Zhuang Qiushui hugged her in his arms again: "I knew you were here!" Xiaodie nodded excitedly: "Are you here to save me?" He smiled noncommittally, the person who needs to be saved now is Zhuang Qiushui himself. In the afternoon, it was already five o'clock when I came out of the archives.He returned to school as soon as possible, but there was still no news of Shang Xiaodie.Call her again, it's still off. That premonition is getting stronger and stronger—she has returned to the "Butterfly Cemetery"! Since leaving the "Butterfly Cemetery" last time, Zhuang Qiushui has vowed never to go there again.What's more, from the archives these days, I have learned about the tragedy seventy years ago. That terrible place is really the entrance to hell! However, what if Shang Xiaodie is really there? For Xiaodie, he had to go there, and also to save himself. Perhaps, the last mystery of the "Butterfly Cemetery" can be solved tonight! What is there to be afraid of now?After hesitating until ten o'clock in the evening, he finally made up his mind, took a flashlight and mineral water, hailed a taxi and rushed to Jingwei Jiulu. But the driver refused to go, saying that the place was very unsafe at night, and there was no business at all, so he had to drive back to the city with an empty car.Zhuang Qiushui could only pay one hundred yuan first, and then took out his student ID card to prove that he was a college student and definitely not a robber who robbed him in the middle of the night.The driver finally agreed, and drove him to the legendary "Huangquan Road". I rushed to the factory by the Suzhou River late at night. Although I visited many times when I was a child, it was the first time to visit in the middle of the night.He, too, prepared a flashlight, and crossed the empty meadow at midnight.Walking through the cemetery boldly, there are really will-o’-the-wisps burning—the physical reaction of the phosphorus of human bones in summer night. Enter: the door opening of "Butterfly Cemetery", and enter a small door next to it with a flashlight. In the dark and winding corridor, the flashlight suddenly went out. He turned around like a headless fly until the wooden board above his head was broken, "falling from the sky" The next sister Lin"——Shang Xiaodie, whom he was looking for, just fell on him. At this moment, the watery moonlight covered them, and behind them was the majestic wishing wall. "Tonight, I don't want to leave here." Something flickered in her eyes, as if wishing he would stay too. "Now that I've been here, I have nothing to fear—just being with you." Hearing Zhuang Qiushui's last words, Xiaodie's lips trembled slightly, this was her sweetest smile in a month. So, she took his hand and walked into the door that said "female hostel". Although his arms and back were still hurting, Zhuang Qiushui was still very excited. He stepped up the ancient stairs in the dark, and in front of him was the figure of an elf-like girl. Even though there was no light to illuminate, Shang Xiaodie still touched the door by feeling, and when she opened the door and entered, there was candlelight flickering. Zhuang Qiushui looked at this room in surprise, only to realize that there have been people living here for many years. He pointed to the straw mat on the wire bed and asked, "You sleep here?" "yes." She sat down on the mat weakly, her posture was extremely charming. Zhuang Qiushui's heart suddenly moved, but he turned his head away immediately: "It's already early in the morning, you go to bed first, I'll go around and look around." She was still looking at him, her beautiful eyes were blurred and alluring, making Zhuang Qiushui's heart beat faster.He kept taking deep breaths, controlling his pulse, and said softly, "Please close your eyes, my Princess Butterfly." Shang Xiaodie obediently closed her eyes, in the old dark house, only Zhuang Qiushui's back was under the candlelight. Fear and happiness, two tides surrounded her at the same time, slowly invading her heart. It was their last night at Butterfly Cemetery. June 21 at 8:30 am Morning. Dark clouds once again occupied the sky, and four female college students came down from the bus stop on Jingwei 3rd Road——Tian Qiaoer, Song You, Man Li, and Lu Shuangshuang. "This is the legendary 'Huangquan Road'?" Song You looked around nervously, only seeing dilapidated factories and construction sites to be built.There were not many pedestrians on the side of the road, and trucks roared past. I have studied for a whole night yesterday, and today I made all the preparations, all dressed up like wild adventurers, and embarked on a journey to the "Butterfly Cemetery". Now, Tian Qiaoer took out the compass and gestured to confirm the east.The route followed yesterday was still very clear. In order not to get lost, she also took a few photos with her mobile phone to mark it.Soon they found the gate of "Haijiao Light Bulb Factory". She followed everyone in according to her memory, and she saw the street sign of "Huangquan Ninth Road". Manli suddenly said in a panic: "Forget it, let's not go any further, just looking at the name of this road will scare people to death." "Silly girl, we have already reached this point, do we want to give up all our previous efforts?" Tian Qiaoer walked straight ahead, Song You and Lu Shuangshuang followed closely behind, and Man Li had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk through. Another anecdote went a long way, and Song You suddenly interjected: "If the 'Butterfly Cemetery' could really make wishes, what wishes would you make?" Tian Qiaoer answered first: "I've thought about this a long time ago. I think I can get the opportunity to shoot a commercial this year. Next year I will make a TV series, and the year after that I will go to Hong Kong to make a movie!" "It's so vulgar." Manli chuckled, and then said solemnly: "My wish is first to keep poor children from missing school, second to let Palestine refugees have homes, and third to let Palestine refugees have homes. There is no more civil war in Iraq—” "The fourth is world peace!" Song You helped her say the following words, "Oh, Manli, can you be more serious and tell your truth!" Manli's voice became low again: "Okay, I'm telling the truth. Recently, Dad's company's business is not doing well, and he owes millions of dollars to the bank. Dad is under a lot of pressure and his health is also very bad. I hope Dad's company can Get well soon and get back to health." "Okay, I believe you." Song You patted her on the shoulder, "It's up to me to say my wish - I have always wanted to study in the United States, and I hope to get a scholarship from Harvard next year!" The three girls who shared the bed had finished expressing their wishes, and only Lu Shuangshuang remained silent. Shuangshuang stopped suddenly, looked at Huangquan Road in front of her and said, "My wish is very simple - let Zhuang Qiushui come back to me." She continued to stride forward. Target: Butterfly Cemetery