Chapter 17 15.church or ghost castle

In the fall of this year, I always skipped my Saturday morning class to go to a distant place to draw, while Tang Xiao skipped class to go to her band rehearsal. I like to go to a mountain called "Red Leaf Valley".In fact, more leaves are not red, they are khaki, withered, and sunk deep into the soil.There are only a few leaves, hanging high in brilliant red, as proud as this season's popular stars.But maybe you can guess that this erotic red is not in my favor. I have always been hostile to things that are too beautiful, and I want to puncture those illusions.So I only like to paint those low, humble and withered leaves that have lost the favor of nature.

It was a cold Saturday morning.I wore a black fluffy cardigan to draw in Hongye Valley.Suddenly the wind picked up, and the leaves hit my crazily long hair.At this moment I could hear a slight but approaching sound of footsteps.I didn't look back right away, but panicked and distracted.The pencil line under my hand began to become hard, and it was deeply sunken into the paper, almost tearing the paper. Sure enough, a pair of light brown suede shoes appeared in front of my eyes, and when I raised my head, I saw Ji Yan's face.He always refuses to let me go.I slammed my drawing board to the ground and watched him as if announcing the start of a duel.Say it, Ji Yan, finish everything you want to say, and then leave my life once and for all, your appearance has caused me more pain than my angina pectoris.

He looked down at my painting: there are obscene leaves scattered on the vast land, and a series of footprints drifting away, as if they were determined to go to the grave. I suddenly lifted my foot and stepped on my painting.My foot pressed so hard on my painting that he couldn't see.He raised his head again and looked at me.Then at last he spoke: "Are you afraid of me?" His expression was calm, as if he was doing a research that had nothing to do with him. "Disgust, it's disgust." I turned my head away from him and said firmly. "No, it's not disgust. If it's disgust, you can set a trap and push me off the swing, or you can use other methods. In short, you can murder me. You dare to do it, you There is also a successful experience. Isn't it?" He said slowly, word by word.

I was trembling with anger, he brought up such vicious old things again, with the pleasure of a soldier catching a thief.But I don't know what to say, I'm afraid that he will say Duan Xiaomu's name, now it's on the verge of breaking out, it seems that we are going to mention this name soon.At this time, Ji Yan said: "Du Wanwan, Du Wanwan," he pronounced my name after a while, dragging me out bit by bit as if he had caught me, and continued: "Du Wanwan, you want to go back to Licheng with me See Duan Xiaomu." I took a few steps back—he still mentioned Duan Xiaomu's name.He still wants to take me back to Licheng to meet Duan Xiaomu.I shook my head vigorously, picked up my drawing board and walked towards Ji Yan.Ji Yan followed up and said:

"Du Wanwan, let's not talk about that for now. Come with me to see Tang Xiao. She is waiting for you at the foot of the mountain." He used a persuasive tone, as if he was a good man made in heaven, and I was destined to be a villain. "Did she bring you here?" I finally understood why Ji Yan came here. "I asked her to bring me here, don't blame her." He defended her fiercely. I smiled coldly and motioned him to take me to see Tang Xiao quickly.At this moment, I still resent Tang Xiao very much in my heart.She betrayed her cousin for the man she admired.If I want to see her, I must immediately warn her that she must never do this in the future.

Ji Yan took me another way down the mountain.Although I have been to Hongye Valley many times, I have never walked this road.In the north here, there are no lush plants.Wet and steep.My white sneakers got wet in no time.It made a creaking sound, as if blaming me for walking this way.I looked down the mountain, and saw a vast expanse of brown soil, criss-crossed branches, and some small dark gray buildings.I looked down, and the pointed roof pierced straight up vertically, as if piercing my throat.I coughed twice in the hoarse autumn wind. Ji Yan kept walking down, faster and faster.At this time, I was already very scared, and this road gave me more and more a sense of doom.But when I looked back, I couldn't find the way I came here—there was completely gray tall grass behind me, and big rocks with moss growing after the rain.I can't go back.So he could only follow Ji Yan.

Finally, Ji Yan stopped in front of a castle-like house at the foot of the mountain.It looked deserted there.I didn't see human habitation, or even small animals.But I quickly judged from the roof of the house and its windows that it was not a castle, but a church. A church, a church as cold as a tomb. Church, it is what I hate the most, the spire is a bayonet, and the window lattice is a torture tool. "Where is Tang Xiao?" The building was already heavily blocking my chest, making it hard for me to breathe.Escape was of course the first thought that crossed my mind. "Inside," he said.Refers to the door of the church.I just saw that the door was not closed, but half closed, but there was no light inside, just darkness.

I walked towards the church impatiently, wanting to call Tang Xiao out quickly, I think I would yell at her uncontrollably, why did she bring Ji Yan to me, and why she was the one I was most afraid of and hated the most. stay in the church.I rushed through the gate with Ji Yan behind me. It's dark, I can't see, just yell: "Tang Xiao!" Suddenly a faint light flashed through a door deep in the church.I went there and continued calling: "Tang Xiao!" With a bang, I heard the door close behind me.I turned around immediately, but the traces of sunlight coming in from the outside of the gate behind me were completely invisible.The door is closed.Completely black.

I shouted in fear: "Ji Yan!" Then I ran towards the door.I kept running until I reached the gate, and Ji Yan was not there.I suddenly realized that the door was closed by Ji Yan.He is outside.He locked me up here, he made a trap and got me.There was no Tang Xiao here at all.I didn't continue to yell. Noisy can't make people who hate and hate me forgive me and forgive me.I just mechanically tapped on the gate and said to the outside: "Are you going to lock me up until I agree to go with you to see Duan Xiaomu? You're dreaming, I won't go if I die here!" As expected, Ji Yan was right outside the door, and he immediately replied:

"I just wanted to quiet you down and let you know something." Neither I nor he spoke again.I believe that this dilapidated church is not completely out of order, its lamps, gates and furnishings are all intact, because after Ji Yan finished saying that, the lights in the entire hall suddenly turned on.I finally got a clear view of the interior furnishings of this church: there is a cream-colored star anise chandelier on the top of the hemispherical protrusion.There are large oval windows on all sides with garishly painted glass.There is a statue of the man named Jesus in front of him, and in front of him is a rectangular table.The table is the only furnishing in this house.Of course I walked towards the table.

Approaching the table I saw a brown envelope with a big mouth.I know that Ji Yan should have intentionally put this here for me to see. So I opened it.Inside is a stack of photos.I took it out and looked at it by the light. Photos of girls, from 7 to 19 years old.There is also a photo of her and Ji Yan, from a little girl to a young girl. In the 7-year-old photo, I can clearly recognize that girl is Duan Xiaomu. At the age of 7, her face is no different from the last time I saw her, with a narrow face and gray-purple cheeks.Even in the stillness of the photo, the things in the eyes can be seen to be constantly flowing, like two whirlpools that can easily drown people.However, the picture of her is still distinctly different from her back then - she is wearing crutches and leaning crookedly on Ji Yan's body.I finally realized why Ji Yan let me see the photos.I realized that Duan Xiaomu was wearing crutches because I broke her leg in that swing incident.The purpose of Ji Yan letting me read these is to make me admit my mistake.At a time like this, I don't feel guilty.Because I always thought it was a war against each other, against each other.Then both sides of the war have to bear the consequences of the war.It must be known that my angina pectoris and my auditory hallucinations have never left over the years, not to mention that she also gave me the pain in her right leg, didn't she? I gave up dancing for this reason.That is to say, the devil, she never walked away from me.We've lost both sides. I was so confused that I had no choice but to continue looking at the photos. Eight-year-old Duan Xiaomu changed into another outfit, still wearing crutches, and stood beside Ji Yan. Nine years old, ten years old, one photo every year, only to see Duan Xiaomu changed clothes, same posture, same crutches. In the photo of eighteen years old, Duan Xiaomu is sitting in front of the desk lamp, sewing something - the little thing she holds in her hand is the little doll hanging on Ji Yan's schoolbag.It turned out that she embroidered it and gave it to him. Until the 19-year-old picture, Duan Xiaomu has completely changed her appearance. Looking at this picture alone, I can no longer recognize her.She still looks like a sick girl, with a pale purple complexion, a long and narrow face, and hair without any moisture, but she has a pair of very bright eyes.The pupils of the eyes are filled with the light of fireflies on a summer night, and the fundus of the eyes is a quiet brown. It looks like there is a deep avenue in the eyes, leading to the unknown peach blossom source, very fascinating. I have to admit that such a pair of eyes, no matter who they look at, are beautiful and reliable, you can't connect her with the devil. At this point I was already sitting on the floor of the church, and those photos were scattered on my lap and on the ground.What I always hold in my hand is the photo of her when she was 19 years old.Hesitatingly, I raised my hands again and again, and looked carefully at these eyes, which were like the rich and fragrant violets deep in the courtyard, and the bright fragrance suppressed the shadows in the entire courtyard.Her appearance has completely subverted the original image of the devil in my heart. I think the night has come.But I can't be sure.The church couldn't let in a single ray of light from outside, only a lamp hanging from the far ceiling from which dust was constantly shaking off.The night in the church was very scary. I felt that the man named Jesus was approaching me. There seemed to be many people behind him. I was lying flat on the ground. They came over and surrounded me like a sick person. watching me.They may have cut open my heart, my heart must have been blackened and rotting—at this moment my heart ached again.I felt as if the parts of my body were falling out, I was hollow, I was pierced.The sound is also like a kite with strings, being pulled by people far away, flying back and forth between my two ears.I finally shed tears. Ji Yan, how can I not hate you? You locked me in the place I was most afraid of, you threw me into a dark hole, and stabbed me with her photo. Now I am facing the sky, but I dare not open it. Open your eyes, under the bright church chandelier, I seem to be covered by it.I have been air-dried under its blazing. All night I was shut up in this cavernous tomb-like church.I didn't have the strength to go to the door to call anymore, I just lay there, listening to my watch tick-tock, flowing out like a spring in a cave, I was really going to dry up. When the door was opened again, it was early in the morning of the next day, and I felt the light splashing on my cold forehead and face, as if to wake up the drunkard who was drunk last night.But I remained motionless, lying flat there.I could feel the sound of approaching footsteps, small and careful, and I could tell that it was Ji Yan without opening my eyes. Ji Yan sat down next to me. He didn't speak for a long time, and I didn't open my mouth. I was still lying like this. I was holding a photo of Duan Xiaomu in my hand. I didn't have much strength. If I had, I would And maybe crush that photo too. Ji Yan helped me up, my whole body was limp, as if I couldn’t sit up anymore—he could only support my back with his hands behind: "Sorry for keeping you locked up for so long." I let go of the photo in my hand, and suddenly I had a lot of strength.I suddenly raised my hand and slapped Ji Yan on the face.Ji Yan ignored my hand that hit him, and also ignored half of his blushing face.He just picked up the picture and said slowly: "Follow me back to see Xiaomu, okay? I brought you to this church because I hope you can reflect on what you have done here, and hope that you can repent here, and then you can change your mind and come back with me to see Duan Xiaomu." I got rid of Ji Yan's hand supporting me behind me, then stood up unsteadily, and walked towards the door of the church.This is a haunted house, I have to get out immediately. I walked out of the church door without looking back.Standing at the foot of a barren mountain, but can't see the way forward. He quickly followed me and said, "Follow me, I'll take you down the mountain." It was already noon when I returned to the school dormitory.Walking into the room, I saw Tang Xiao who was sitting at the desk with an uneasy expression.I suppressed the fire in my heart and fell headfirst on my own bed.But within a few seconds Tang Xiao stood up, walked over, sat down beside my bed, and looked at me with his head poked.She tentatively asked in a low voice: "Sister, why did you come back at this time? You, you, have you been with Ji Yan all night?" I can no longer stand her asking questions like this.I sat up suddenly, and said, almost in a growl: "What on earth do you want? If you care so much about whether I spend the night with him, why do you want to tell him where I am?" She bowed her head and said nothing, and when I lay down again and regained my composure, she sobbed and said; "Sister, you know, I can't refuse any request from him."