Chapter 11 first quarter

It seems that the wind has picked up, and the aroma of green grass comes from the gaps in the canvas built on the wooden structure. Putting down the hands that had covered my face for a long time, I looked up at the sky in the pitch-black tent.The incessant chirping of insects stopped abruptly as if frightened by the wind.Although it was a summer night, the wind blowing on my face was still cool, probably because my face was full of tears. The emptiness and sadness scratched at the bottom of my heart like a beast, multiplying every second. I covered my face with my hands again and lay down on the felt cloth.

I said those words to those two children in order to forget the crime I committed. I didn't have that purpose at first.Talk to the two just to confirm.I just wanted to make sure no one saw what I was doing that night.But during the conversation, I knew that they were the ones who threw cement blocks at the river on the other side. Known by me. From that moment on, I could no longer control myself, and while speaking ambiguous words to them, I only wanted to push the crime onto their young hands. What are the siblings thinking now on the road?Would you lament that you killed a homeless man?Would you repeatedly chew a stranger's words in your heart?

The scene from ten days ago appeared in her closed eyes.The children who climbed up the embankment were about to leave with their bicycles, but they suddenly squatted on the side of the road, and then they lifted a big object together and threw it down along the bridge railing.After they left, I crossed the bridge to the opposite bank, and found a large cement block beside Tian Ze's tent. Perhaps because he noticed the footsteps, Tazawa showed his face in the tent.Seeing his wretched face, I understood everything.Understand what happened by this river. —He molested the young girl again.What happened a year ago instantly came back to mind——Tazawa's proud face of his crime; the violence against me who blamed him; the irresistible self.

"It's really dangerous." Tazawa poked his head out of the tent and said in his usual slow voice. "This thing just fell off suddenly." Tazawa didn't seem to expect that the cement block was thrown down by the brother and sister just now. He probably thought it fell from the rubble pulled by the truck, and fell here somehow.Anyway that's not the point.All that matters is that there is a block of cement there, and that I'm not about to pass up that opportunity. I pretended to be interested and picked up the cement block from the ground.When I approached the tent with it, when I held it high above my head, Tazawa opened his mouth lazily and looked at me as if he couldn't predict what was going to happen.It was just that he let out a short yelp when the lump of cement fell on the top of his head, which was matted with greasy hair.

Tazawa once told me about his hometown. In Tazawa's hometown, there seems to be a ritual to drive away pests on the night of Tanabata.While looking at Tian Ze who couldn't help convulsing, I recalled the "send the worm" he said at that time. One end of the line of sight seemed to be a little different than usual. Looking up, there was something shining on the inside of the black canvas.I got down on my stomach and looked closer. It was a little white thing wriggling. It's a butterfly.A white butterfly rests on the inside of the tent.As soon as I stretched out my hand, it flapped its wings and danced in the tent, and the tips of its wings brushed against my fingers like air.The weak white traces, like children's scribbles, were constantly disturbed by the wind blowing from the gap in the tent-but after a moment, they quickly disappeared in the opposite direction into the slender night between the gaps in the felt cloth.

Xiaoxing—— Her name is all over the body. Looking at the direction in which the butterfly disappeared, I took the handbag, opened the rusty zipper, and took out the brooch—a butterfly-shaped brooch with blackened silver wings spread out, as if ready to fly high at any time.It was a cold winter more than 20 years ago when I took it from Xiaoxing.That night, her profile flickered under the red light of a police car.The dark sky is pregnant with the smell of snow.There is still the taste of blood in my mouth, and there is still a warm strange feeling on my tongue that does not come from me. Did she spread her wings after that?

Where are you flying to now?