Chapter 8 6.Duan Xiaomu and my three-color ice cream

Duan Xiaomu has a pair of vigilant eyes like a deer, and there are some wobbly shadows in the pupils.Her cheeks were thin and pale purple, and her lips were pale and dry.The girl's head was extraordinarily large compared to her thin and shriveled body.Her thinning hair hung loosely in the back, and her narrow body was wrapped in a large old gray dress.She wore a dress from May to September, and the numerous washings had worn out all the fibers and gave off a strange smell.Duan Xiaomu is a girl with a hoarse voice. When she speaks, it seems that every character she spits out is in fierce friction with the air, and it takes a long time for the sound to disappear in midair.

When I stood in front of an absurd answer with the almost innate fear of demons and auditory hallucinations, I couldn't help but vent my anger on Duan Xiaomu, who I thought was the culprit of all these incidents.I seemed to suddenly become stronger when I knew the answer, and the resentment that transformed was so deep that I was surprised.But this is such a helpless thing, I am destined to establish Duan Xiaomu as an enemy with my own hands, so that I can tightly surround myself, and only then can I feel safe. The answer to this so-called riddle, in the words of my six-year-old self, is that Duan Xiaomu is the devil who has been suppressing me.

I can't remember when there was a girl named Duan Xiaomu in the kindergarten.But I gradually felt the extraordinary significance of this girl to me.The first time I heard her laugh, I was stunned.Forgot the reason, she was standing next to me that time, smiling very happily.She laughed and coughed.How familiar I am with this voice, this is the voice that I think is an auditory hallucination that rings in my ears almost every day.At this moment, Duan Xiaomu's voice miraculously merged with the auditory hallucinations in my ears. This clear and hoarse voice hit my ear bones heavily, turning into a pain that couldn't find the source.I stared at the girl beside me with large shadows in her eyes for a long time, feeling chills intermittently.Later, I noticed that whenever Duan Xiaomu spoke near me, the phantom voice in my ears would merge with her voice, as if my ears were a wall facing her. , and her voice echoed through the wall in my ears.So when she gets very close, the echo and the original sound become one.Not only that, Duan Xiaomu sometimes has strange movements, for example, she suddenly puts her hand on the heart and presses it down hard, and I feel severe pain at the same time.Yes, that's exactly the case. Every time she turned pale and pressed her hand hard on her heart, I would have angina, and I could only squat down weakly, hiding my eyes that were about to shed tears.

This vicious girl!What magic has she cast upon me?She bewitched me by wrapping her voice around my ears like a spell, and tormented me with angina as cruel as death.The aunts in the kindergarten said that she was a child who didn't know where she came from. She had no home or relatives, and no one knew anything about her past.But I think I know that she is the devil that has always been in my heart, and she finally grew up, big enough, and she jumped out and tortured me even worse.She excused her heart disease from participating in outdoor activities, but she stood quietly by the door, staring at me with dull eyes.Whenever I was on the swing, she would watch me not far away, so I would deliberately swing the swing very high to drown out her voice with the sound of the wind.I saw her close her eyes in mid-air, as if she was fighting fiercely with me.

Duan Xiaomu is still a girl who can recite spells.She often goes to the small church on West Gendao Street with Granny Li, the grandmother of Auntie Ruru in the kindergarten.I have never walked into that church, I guess it must be full of ghosts, because Duan Xiaomu's strength was strengthened there.Every time I knew for sure that she had gone to church soon after, I would hear her rustling singing in my ears.What followed was her endless chanting.How I hated her voice, grinding against my skin like coarse sand.The existence of Duan Xiaomu made me resist the church. I think all the words in the book that the church is a temple where God lives are all lies.The church has now been invaded and captured by ghosts.Every time I see a large group of old people coming out of the church, I feel vaguely that they are possessed by the devil, and the next moment they will chant spells together.Curly devils will come out from above their heads.

I originally thought that the female ghost Duan Xiaomu and I were in two worlds. She jumped out and came to me just to overwhelm me and destroy me with violence. way to conquer everything around me. It was an early summer evening.Ji Yan and I have been on the swing for a long time, and it's past dinner time.Ji Yan suddenly told me mysteriously that there were many dazzling "pearls" buried in the yard of the family next to the kindergarten, and he wanted to take me to "digging for treasures".The so-called "pearls" are actually nothing more than some small broken colored beads used for wearing bead curtains.Probably the bead curtains of this family fell apart and fell on the soil, and then they were gradually buried deeply by the soil.But at that time, those colorful beads really made me very happy.So that day I didn't tell my mother that I wasn't going home for dinner, so I went with Ji Yan.

The whole process of digging the beads was very pleasant. Ji Yan and I agreed to wear the beads as necklaces, and each of us would wear them one by one.After that, I returned to kindergarten excitedly, intending to go home along the usual way.That's when I saw my father who came to the kindergarten to look for me.I should have called him and told him I was here, but I wasn't.Because he is with Duan Xiaomu at the moment.I came in from the back door of the kindergarten, and saw my father and Duan Xiaomu talking at the front door of the kindergarten from a distance, and Duan Xiaomu was leaning on my favorite giraffe.Although I couldn't see whether Duan Xiaomu's mouth was moving, the muffled and muddy sounds in my ears let me know that she was indeed talking to my father, with a very gentle tone.I hid behind the back door and watched them from afar.Suddenly my father and Duan Xiaomu walked out of the kindergarten together.I hesitated, and followed them quietly.My dad and she walked slowly to the end of the street, which was an intersection, and they waited for the green light to cross.All the while they talked, and my dad held her hand, and she looked at my dad with eyes full of joy.Finally, they stopped at a cold drink shop not far from the intersection.My dad took her hand and walked in.

I felt dizzy as if everything in the spinning world suddenly stopped.I sprinted over and hid myself behind a big colorful billboard.I saw them sitting down, and there was a small pink plate in front of Duan Xiaomu, which contained my favorite three-color ice cream, and they were blooming like the brightest flowers at the moment.Duan Xiaomu was putting a cherry on top of the three-color ice cream into her mouth——that was my favorite cherry, and I strongly felt that she had desecrated my cherry!She also smiled happily at my dad.My dad put his arm on the table and watched her eat seriously, and he smiled too.Duan Xiaomu, Duan Xiaomu is also blooming like the brightest flower at this moment.I stared at the "flower" intently, looking at the ice cream that should belong to me, I knew that I was replaced, I was replaced by this devil that jumped out of my heart.She reaches out now, she wants my dad.She wants my daddy!

Duan Xiaomu ate that plate of ice cream for more than half an hour, and they kept talking and laughing. Hiding behind the billboard, I finally failed to finish all this.It will rain when the sky says it will rain. You are not welcome. Anyway, no one cares about my feelings anymore.It is always very cold when it rains at dusk. I hugged my shoulders with both hands and walked slowly back to the kindergarten.On the way, I found that the laces of the doll shoes with red flowers on the white background were broken.Even the shoes are bullying me. I have never been so sad, even if I am tortured by Duan Xiaomu, even if my ears are full of noises that are noisier than industrial noise, even if my body is full of angina pectoris that is more painful than gouging out the heart and lungs, I am not sad at this moment.What my father means to me is indescribable.It’s okay to say that I have had an Electra complex since I was a child.My dad was an all-powerful Superman, and I always thought that as a kid—in fact, even now, knowing it's clearly not true, I still sincerely think my dad was a Superman.My favorite nights are when my dad puts me on his lap and he puts his arms around me and he holds a book of comic books right in front of me and I look through them myself .This action must have made my dad tired and he couldn't do anything else, but he didn't get bored at all, and he always put his chin on my head and rubbed it gently.My dad is a rich dad, he never spared his money, he said that the money is just to bring happiness to his little daughter.Dad takes me to the cold drink shop to eat three-color ice cream every week, and my dad will definitely lead me to the newly opened Ocean Park.My dolls can fill the counters of two stores, and my clothes can open a small children's clothing exhibition.And my father especially likes to take photos of me, he takes photos of me almost every month, and then chooses the ones he likes to enlarge and hang them all over the house.He also raises small animals with me.That time we went to a total of five pet markets before we found an extremely rare and beautiful puppy and bought it home.So we went out to walk the puppy every night after reading the comics.Later, the puppy fell ill and died. My father held the puppy and took me to the suburbs to bury it. We also carved a clean and smooth stone tablet for the puppy.On my birthday, my father held a birthday party for me. Before that, he went out to buy three times.Bought me a jeweled crown and a wand as beautiful as a magic wand in the hands of a fairy.The cake is also the biggest, with three layers that are almost as tall as I am, with my name and his blessing written on each layer.Wish me more and more beautiful, wish me more and more wisdom, wish me happiness... During the banquet, he sat on the side and played music for us and took pictures.I know that everyone envies me for having such a father.I was a sweet and carefree princess in my extravagant childhood, and it all depended on my dad.

But now my dear father took Duan Xiaomu to have a cold drink.What could be worse than that I would lose my father's favor?Duan Xiaomu, an unstoppable goblin, wants to take everything I have.I know such a saying about ghosts, that is, ghosts will make all kinds of efforts to take the place of people, that is to say, Duan Xiaomu wants to destroy me and then take my place. I didn't go home that day, and I was swinging on the swing in the kindergarten.The rain made my skirt so heavy it couldn't fly anymore.I kicked my feet and shook off the worn-out shoes. My feet shivered cowardly in the rain like a pair of panicked rabbits.I still hold the colorful beads that I have worked so hard to dig in my hand.I stared at them for a while, feeling bored.When the swing was swaying high, I opened my hand lightly, and the beads fell one by one, and they were separated from each other again just like this.They were hit by the heavy rain, and they couldn't walk in a straight line in the sky, how wronged they were.

Later, I finally saw Duan Xiaomu walking back with my father.I don’t know when, Dad has an extra umbrella in his hand.Dad kept sending her in and under the eaves of the kindergarten, knelt down, stroked her face, and then turned and left.Duan Xiaomu stood there for a long time watching my father, her fat skirt was fluttering like a banner of victory in the night, I finally burst into tears after she walked through a door and could no longer see her.Why did she come to snatch what belongs to me?I hate her.Little me, I have never hated a person as much as I do now. Ji Yan also boards in the kindergarten.Somehow that day, he came out of the heavy rain and walked up to me and the swing.He came to me, saw me crying, saw me completely wet, and saw colored beads scattered all over the floor.He propped up the umbrella he was holding aside, then squatted down and picked up the beads one by one, and put them in the big pocket of his overalls. Finally, he took out a string of beads and put them on for me. neck: "Du Wanwan, don't cry. My necklace is already put on. You put it on first. I'll put on the remaining beads and give you that string too." I shook my head. He took my little hand with his little hand and said loudly, "Du Wanwan, who bullied you? I'll go to him to settle the score!" I raised my head and looked at him suspiciously, thinking to myself, Ji Yan, can you do it?Can you defeat the devil? "There is a ghost, she is always near me, and she robs all my things." I don't know why I mentioned it to Ji Yan - it violates my vow to keep this secret from anyone.But at that time, delirious and extremely excited, I suddenly mentioned the devil to him vaguely. Now it was Ji Yan's turn to look at me suspiciously.He didn't understand what this so-called ghost was.But he saw my painful face, the face that had been swollen by rain and tears. "What the hell? When will it come, I'll help you drive it away!" Ji Yan said loudly in a loud voice.I was very touched by his generous love and help.But I shook my head and stopped talking.I think I have said too much, and this has violated my usual principles of keeping this secret.Then I continued to swing, and Ji Yan looked up at me from below.The necklace around my neck dangled, and I suddenly felt so grateful to Ji Yan, as if he had plucked the stars from the sky for me.He let me know that in this cold world there is someone who cares about my feelings. I think it was from that time that Ji Yan paid special attention to me. Perhaps it was because he suddenly discovered that this little girl full of praise was so fragile and suffering, so he felt a lot of pity.He always follows me from afar, watching me draw pictures, watch me swing, watch me walk out of kindergarten, cross the road, and walk to my home, just like a meticulous little bodyguard, he wants to help me drive away ghosts.But how could he understand that the person tormenting me is Duan Xiaomu who is close at hand. That night when I saw my father taking Duan Xiaomu to eat three-color ice cream, I couldn’t stop swinging on the swing, and I got home very late, soaked through, and lost one of my shoes. How did I walk home barefoot? , I do not know.Naturally, my mother scolded me because I went back so late, and quickly prepared hot water for me to take a bath.I sat on the floor of the empty living room and looked at my dad with the saddest eyes.He was wearing a cardigan in the cool weather, and he still looked so kind under the soft light.Seeing how embarrassed I was, he came over and hugged me: "Why did you get yourself so wet, why didn't you hide from the rain? I went to pick you up from school but couldn't find you. Your mother and I were in a hurry." I raised my head slightly and stared into his eyes, is he worried about me?Will he still worry about me? I slowly buried my head in his arms, greedily absorbing the smell of his soft sweater and shaving water.When I got out of the shower, he carried me to my crib and kissed me good night as usual.I finally let go of a heart riddled with holes, and I put it on my father's generous arms, and on my obsession with my father that still does not change. Dad helped me turn off the light and walked to the door.Just as he was walking to the door, he suddenly turned around and said to me: "Wanwan, is there a little girl named Duan Xiaomu in your kindergarten? She has no parents, it's very pitiful, you can bring her to our house to play more in the future, remember?" My father said After finishing, I walked out the door, the room was completely dark, he couldn't see the tears pouring out of my eyes again, he couldn't see the hatred for him for the first time in those eyes flickering in the darkness. "Du Wanwan hates Dad!" That night I jumped out of bed and scribbled this sentence on the title page of my diary. For many years, my father never knew that such an incident had happened, nor did he know what a painful night he had given his six-year-old daughter.But since then he was surprised to find that his youngest daughter no longer likes three-color ice cream.