Chapter 5 first quarter

Do crows eat insects? On a spring Sunday, I put one hand on the back of a chair and looked out of my second-floor room.A dark and abrupt thing sits in the center of the glass window illuminated by the rising sun.It stopped on the roof, didn't bark, didn't even move, just stared in my direction.It was a rather large crow.Is it because the distance is so close that you feel this way? There has been a white butterfly fluttering between the crow and me for a while.Thinking it was going to fly away, it wobbled up and down, changed direction awkwardly, and returned to its original place in an unreliable way of flying.What if the crow suddenly spread its wings and rushed over to clamp the small body of the white butterfly with its dark beak?Do they eat insects?I've seen crows eat dead cats and live mice, and when they're hungry, it's hard to guarantee they won't eat butterflies.Just like humans, in addition to beef and pork, they also eat kiss larvae.

I stepped away from the chair, unlocked and opened the window.I planned to wave my hands to threaten and drive the white butterfly away, but somehow it turned around and flew straight towards me.I shrank my head quickly, but it was too late.The white butterfly hit my left cheek, I was taken aback, my upper body lost balance, and I staggered back several steps.The chair happened to be right behind me, so, as if the chair were doing a German flip, I did a half-turn and landed on the back of my head.It turned out that it was true that I would see stars when I was hit hard on the head——I can still think about it this way, so the force of the impact is not enough to make me unconscious.

White butterflies danced wantonly in the room.What is this guy like? I rubbed the back of my neck and got up.I'm fine, but the chair isn't so lucky.Among the four finely carved chair legs, one disintegrated and rolled to the ground.I remembered that my grandmother had mentioned that this chair was quite expensive. "It was given to me by a friend in girls' school days. Although it is a bit old, but the carving is very exquisite, I like it at first sight." This chair was delivered to my home just two years ago on a Sunday morning. "It is said that it is a self-operated product of the prison."

In the living room on the first floor, the grandmother looked at it from afar and up close, and explained it to us with satisfaction. "You know this kind of product?" Grandma looked at me with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were as cold as an examiner's.Behind my grandmother, my father and mother waited for my answer like scientists waiting for the results of an experiment.My sister, who was one year younger than me and just entered the first year of high school at the time, raised her chin slightly. Although she was relatively short, she looked down on me from above. "I know."

I can't help but lie.It's just that this lie doesn't seem to be able to deceive anyone, and the faces of grandma and parents are suddenly covered with a shadow.Even so, Dad may still have a glimmer of hope, so he said: "Then tell me, what kind of thing is that?" Of course I can't answer.Prison self-operated products, prison self-operated products, prison self-operated products.I haven't, no, maybe, but I can't remember.The general meaning can be guessed from the words, but in this family, ambiguous answers are not answers.I was still hesitating, my sister deliberately sighed for everyone to hear, and then took the initiative to play the role of explanation.

"It's what prisoners do in prison. The purpose is to establish rules and make prisoners aware of their obligations and responsibilities. Moreover, learning skills can help them return to society." Grandma and parents exuded a "nothing wrong" attitude, and their expressions gradually softened.The younger sister raised her eyebrows slightly and added: "It was written in the extracurricular books I read before." In this family, I am hopelessly useless.I don't know how to study, I am ignorant and ignorant.I just can't remember, no matter how hard I try, I've been like that since elementary school.I can't be like my deceased grandfather, or grandmother, parents, or sister. Once I have seen or heard it, I will never forget it, and I can quote it casually when I need it.

Grandfather was a police officer all his life.My grandmother used to teach law at a university, but she devoted herself to being a housewife after she got married. She respected her husband and died for him in respect, and she still respected him after she died.My father is a court affairs officer, my mother is a doctor on duty at a university hospital, and my younger sister is a senior high school student who aims at the law department of Dongda University.Only me, a useless rice bug.Just me, not part of the family. However, if I can be admitted to a university with a satisfactory level this year, I may be eligible to return to the ranks of my family, but unfortunately I failed.I always fail, and there is not a single memory in my mind that has anything to do with the word success.

When I read the list and came back to report the results, my grandmother glanced away first and sighed quietly.My parents frowned deeply and stared at me silently.The younger sister clicked her tongue and went upstairs to her room.Three months later, I am now a re-examinee in a cram school.My grandmother and my father talked about "losing face" when they had nothing to do, my mother became a person who only helped me cook, and my sister didn't even bother to look at me.It seems that my failure is equal to the failure of the whole family. These invisible pebbles thrown at me every day, honestly, scarred me a lot.Even if a big rock fell from some roof and happened to hit me directly on the head, it wouldn't hurt so much.However, the pebbles thrown with a clear intention were really painful, and it didn't bleed, I felt very incredible.

I casually picked up the chair legs that had fallen on the floor. I don't know if it was due to the choice of good wood, but it was quite heavy.There was a faint laugh from the first floor.It wasn't from the family, it was the sound of the TV.There is no laughter in this house. The legs of the chair are not assembled with nails. This construction method seems to be called "wooden shaft"?A quadrangular hole is opened in the section of the foot and the body of the chair, and then connected and fixed with wooden blocks.Now the piece of wood was broken in two and remained on the chair and on the foot of the chair.I don't know if the tools can be repaired well?I looked down at the leg of the chair in my right hand, feeling suspicious.

"Ok……" what is this? There are carvings on the section of the chair leg.On the white wood texture that has not been painted with varnish, there are extremely thin words carved, which feel like they were written in a hurry and the handwriting is messy.No, maybe it's not called handwriting, but the knife marks that form the words.Due to the poor lighting angle, I couldn't see clearly, so I took the chair legs to the window and changed various directions to observe.At this time, there was a heavy flapping of wings.Taking a closer look, the crow was about to fly off the roof just now.The big wings only flapped four or five times, and the black body became smaller in an instant, disappearing at the end of the sky shrouded in thin clouds.

Moving my gaze back to the foot of the chair, I examined the section carefully.It was straight Japanese, not very beautiful, with four lines in total.The first line is "father"..."は"..."tail"?No, is it a "corpse"? "Mother"... "big"?It seems so. There is a little gap between "shi" and "mother", so it is "fatherはshi, motherは大" (father is corpse, mother is big). What does "big" mean?Is the sentence not finished?Can't finish writing because there is not enough space? "大好き" (I really like it)? "Da Sui い" (so annoying)? "大きい" (so big)?No way.The second line should be "my sister", that's right.The third line is "后"..."海", no, it is "恨"..."はない"..."恨ない" (I don't regret).Yes, it seems so.The fourth line is the name of the person, engraved with the full name of "Skoukou".Of course it's a name I've never heard of. I looked down at the section of the chair leg for a full twenty seconds. Who is S?When, where, and why did he engrave these words?I immediately figured out half of the answer: this was carved by S in the prison as a prisoner, and this is the only possibility.As for his motives, it is not easy to guess.Is it a message for "sister"?If this is the case, how can the words fail to convey the meaning, and why are they engraved in such a place?Even in prison, if you have something to say, you can write a letter, as long as you complete the prescribed procedures, you should be able to meet. It's really curious. I took the leg of the chair, walked to the low table for studying, pushed aside the piles of archaeological questions, reference books, cram school timetables and other sundries, turned on the laptop, connected to the Internet, and entered the full name of S to search . "Oh……" found it. Several sites have the S name.I moved closer to the screen and opened the webpages one by one. Showa forty years (1965) winter. Yuhu Village, Fukushima Prefecture. life imprisonment. younger sister. I carefully read the content of each website.After reading all of them, I went back to look at the first one again, and focused on drawing the printed data, which took a lot of time unconsciously.That's a lot, but in fact it's an hour at most.But being able to focus on something for a full hour is quite rare for me. I put my hands in my back pockets and looked up at the ceiling, feeling an inexplicable emotional churning at the bottom of my stomach.I turned my neck and made a snapping sound, and the white butterfly came into view just now.It landed on the ceiling, staring at me with eyes like black dots, flapping its wings one by one.It turns out that butterflies move like this?The wings were facing the door, as if they were telling me to "go, go". So far, I have done many things alone and failed.From small to large failures, maybe it's not bad to listen to insects once in a while.Since it tells me to go, I will go.Even if the result that awaits me is not good, it is not my fault, the white powder butterfly is the only one to blame. "Well, that's the decision." I clapped my hands, got up and walked to the closet, changed into sportswear and jeans, took out the wallet in the drawer to confirm that I had money, and stuffed it into my back pocket.Then, I grabbed my backpack, threw the printed A4 paper and chair legs into it, carried it on my shoulder, and stepped out of the room.Stepping down the stairs, I heard lively voices coming from the TV.My father, grandmother, and sister are in the living room, and my mother's back is exposed in the kitchen. No one looks back at me.This family no longer cares about my relatives.I put on my sneakers and quietly walked out of the house.