Chapter 2 Chapter two

In the early hours of the morning, Lin Hai had a dream. He dreamed of Margaret. She stood up from the oil painting, revealing her whole body under the dim light. She seemed to be holding something in her hand, which was wrapped in gauze and looked round. of.She came to Lin Hai, stretched out her hand to caress his face, and then untied the bundle in her hand. Inside the bundle was a bloody human head. This is the lover's head. When Lin Hai was about to see the face of this head clearly, he suddenly woke up from his dream, only to find that he was lying in the small attic of the old house, and the dark sky was projected into his eyes through the dormer window.

Lin Hai gasped and got up, it turned out that he had slept here all night wrapped in a blanket.He looked up at the sky outside the dormer window, and thought of that noon ten years ago. It was still that strange feeling, as if Margaret from four hundred years ago was looking at him somewhere in this old house.Lin Hai felt a tightness in his chest. He stood on the plank bed and opened the dormer window that had been closed for many years. The morning air blows in, and the scene suddenly becomes clear. In front of you are the tiles of the roof of the old house, and a few clumps of green grass are swaying in the wind between the corrugated tiles.The tiled roofs on the opposite side are still magnificent, but the sight in the distance is blocked by dozens of tall buildings, and we can only look up at the sky of Shanghai.

The smell of old paint in the old house was suffocating. Lin Hai stuck his head out of the window, greedily breathing the air on the roof.He walked away from the window a few minutes later, hitting his elbow on the wall next to him, and felt a pain in his joints.He rubbed his elbow and noticed that where he was hit just now, a piece of wall skin had come off, revealing the contents inside. Lin Hai immediately forgot the pain. He carefully looked at the wall under the dormer window, and it seemed to be hollow inside.He dug out the remaining wall covering with his hands, and there was indeed a drawer-sized mezzanine in the wall, which seemed to hold a black box.

He carefully dug his hand into the interlayer, and finally took out the tin box, which felt like digging for treasure.Lin Haiguan closed the window and carried the box onto the small wooden bed. Under the hazy morning light, the dark tin box lay quietly, like a door into another world. Lin Hai carefully observed the tin box. The box was originally sealed, but it may have been too long and the lid seal has been broken.He stroked the box gently, and the cold feeling penetrated from his fingertips to his whole body, like an electric current passing through. What exactly is inside the box? Stimulated by this strong suspense, Lin Hai couldn't control himself anymore, and finally opened the tin box cover.

He saw a scroll of parchment. What surprised him even more was that the parchment was written in French in the Middle Ages, which was something from the 13th century.Lin Hai's heartbeat suddenly quickened, as if he was facing a medieval castle, where a bearded Westerner was sitting under the dim light of the fire, writing some unknown secret on a parchment. Lin Hai really couldn't understand the words on the parchment, so he could only put the parchment back into the tin box.He climbed down the small attic, carefully wrapped the tin box with newspaper, and stuffed it into his bag.Then he took the borrowed DVD player and left the old house that smelled of old paint and memories of his teenage years.

——This is the origin of the mysterious parchment. He bowed his head and left the alley in the early morning. Although the old people who got up early had already come out, no one noticed him.Lin Hai first returned the DVD player to his friend, and then hurried back to school. There are not many people on campus.He huddled in the dormitory all day, thinking about everything that happened last night, it was really unbelievable, could it all be a nightmare?However, as long as Lin Hai spread out his left hand and saw the red "Aider moi", he believed in everything. Lin Hai thought that maybe a ghost really haunted him, not only hiding beside him, but even entered his body, his dream, and the deepest part of his heart.

Just when he was in the dormitory without thinking about food and tea, he suddenly saw the book beside his bed.His gaze froze all of a sudden, staring straight at the words "red and black". After half a minute, he suddenly jumped up, lay down on the bed and opened it. This is the Chinese-French version, which he has read countless times. He turned to page 313 with ease, which is the tenth chapter of the book, and this chapter is called "Queen Marguerite". If you have read it, you will definitely remember the second half of the novel. The protagonist Julien had a passionate love affair with the Marquis’s daughter, Miss Mathilde, in the Marquis La Moore’s mansion in Paris. On April 30th, Julien saw Mathilde wearing a black dress, which was a filial dress at that time.

In the tenth chapter, it explains the reason why Mathilde wears mourning——On April 30, 1574, Boniface de La Mole, the most handsome young man in France at that time, was at Place Greve in Paris be beheaded.And this Boniface de La Mole is the most beloved lover of Queen Marguerite.Lamour was also a close friend of King Henry of Navarre, husband of Margaret and later founder of the House of Bourbon, Henry IV.At that time, King Charles IX was about to die, and Queen Catherine imprisoned King Henry of Navarre in the palace. Lamor led two hundred cavalry to rescue him, but was arrested by Queen Mother's men.Soon, La Moore was sentenced to death and decapitated on the guillotine.

But the most astonishing thing is that after Larmor was beheaded, Marguerite competed with the executioner for her lover's head.At midnight the next day, she held La Moore's bloody head, got into a carriage, and buried it with her own hands in the chapel at the foot of Montemar. The family of the Marquis de La Moore in the novel is the descendant of La Moore who was beheaded that year. In order to commemorate the deeds of the ancestors, on April 30 every year, Miss Mathilde will wear black clothes to honor her filial piety, and Her full name is Mathilde-Margaret, apparently in honor of Queen Margaret.

Judging from the whole novel, Stendhal's arrangement of such a plot also has a hinting effect, because at the end of the novel, when the protagonist Julien was executed, Miss Mathilde, who loved him deeply, also hugged Julien. The head of the lover was buried, just like the replica of the love between Queen Marguerite and La Mole. Lin Hai hit himself hard on the head: "You are so stupid, you should have thought of it long ago. Stendhal explained it to me more than a hundred years ago. I read this book so many times and I didn't realize it. arrive." Perhaps it was because Lin Hai saw her portrait in the attic of the old house when he was eleven years old, that Lin Hai was so fascinated by this book and was deeply attracted by Julien's story. Read it many times over and over again.Although, at that time, he didn't know who the woman in the portrait was, and he never knew her name, but there seemed to be some kind of power guiding him, making him understand Margaery unconsciously. special.

He took a deep breath, only to feel that the fate of so many years is so tricky.Suddenly, he seemed to think of something again, and immediately opened the small cabinet next to his bed. There were many books in it, including a book with a blue cover. . This book is actually a collection of short stories, the main one is called, but only a few thousand words, it is about some dynasty, after a man was beheaded, the woman who loved him ran out of the palace, Take his head away in the middle of the night.The woman took her lover's head and lived in seclusion in a certain place. After many years, the woman gradually aged, but the lover's head remained young until she was so old that she was about to die. The head was buried together.Many years later, people dug her tomb from the ground, and only a handful of dry bones remained of her, while her lover's head was as bright as new, and it was displayed in the museum. Lin Hai bought this book more than a year ago. At that time, he was shocked by this short story, but he didn't think of the story of Marguerite and La Moore.Now, Lin Hai concluded that this novel must have been influenced by the influence, and the prototype of the heroine is Margaret. So, Lin Hai thought of coming to me...