In the afternoon, the last class held a class meeting, and the theme was to commemorate the students at the beginning of spring. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

I have never been to a memorial service on such an occasion, only my mother has left me, I am talking about permanent departure, I have attended a funeral, I remember very well, the air of death and sorrow was everywhere on that occasion, as it is now, it made me feel that life is vulnerable and easy to perish.

Everyone put out the prepared wreaths and candles, and put a photo of Chunchu in the middle of the podium, which is the clearest time I can see Chunchu's face, in the past, her short ear-length hair always covered this delicate face, bright round eyes, nose and mouth are very small, she spoke to me alive five days ago, and now only photos have become the only way to see her in this world.

We finished singing the prayer in a circle, and the intermittent sobbing sound had reached my ears, and Shui Jing was crying very hard next to me, and at the same time, in front of me on the left, there were a pair of very sad eyes looking at the picture of the beginning of spring, it was Kihara, and from beginning to end, Kihara made me feel like a person on the other side of the cloud and mud chasm, in this class, he showed a different color from the others, and he looked at the enigmatic eyes of the beginning of spring--powerless, vague attachment, mourning, apology...... Anyway, I think there's something buried behind those pupils that once burned and then turned to ashes.

Mr. Ikezawa and Mr. Yong Shengxiang were also among them, I don't know if Mr. Ikezawa's tears were true or playful, but from beginning to end he cried silently very sensationally, and the principal, who was also my uncle, also came, he just looked serious and mourned, and we put the white flowers in front of the photo at the beginning of spring, and the flames of the candles jumped uneasily in the air flow of everyone's movement.

I also lined up to offer white flowers, and in an instant, that feeling came again, the feeling of entering this classroom for the first time, yes, it was that there was something that didn't belong here with a chill in our midst, but there was no way to find where the source of the shiver came from.

- "You were with Momoi at noon?" Shui Jing held up her big round face and waited for my answer.

"Ah, yes, went to the library." I didn't hide it and answered her truthfully.

"Did he tell you that he didn't believe in the lily of the valley puppet, and told you that the student disappeared into the photo because he didn't take pictures at all."

"Huh?"

"That's what he said, right? I knew he would do everything he could to cover up his guilt. ”

These words made me even more puzzled, "guilt" such a heavy word is not something that can be attached to someone casually, after the accident at the beginning of spring, I feel that Shui Jing's words always have sharp words, as if there is a strong and indelible resentment in her heart is venting from these words, why use "guilt" on Momoi...

"I don't understand..."

"Xiaoxi, I'm afraid you don't know, Momoi forgot to write a reply one day and was discovered by me." She leaned into my ear and whispered, "I've counted those letters, and according to the number of letters that everyone replies to every day since the beginning of school, Momoi's one is missing, but how could he admit that he didn't reply to the letter and caused Haruchu's death, so he kept saying that the rumors were false, and I am afraid that he said so just to escape responsibility." ”

I looked at her in shock, I was surprised that Momoi forgot to reply to the letter at the same time, it was even more difficult to imagine that Shui Jing would go to count the extreme behavior of the letter, I didn't ask her if she had counted mine, is there one missing, mine is easy to count, from the first day I entered the school to now there should be seven letters, the other classmates probably have more than thirty each, this method can completely solve the huge confusion in my heart, I thought about it at the time, but to say the heart, I dare not count, I am afraid that the facts in front of me will become irreversible evidence of crime, I don't want to be the murderer who killed the beginning of spring directly, and besides, it's still a question of whether the ghost can be opened, and that "mailbox" makes me feel inviolable from the beginning, just like the holy object used in the sacrifice, "you can't touch it casually, if you touch it, something bad will happen" This feeling always reminds me that I will deliberately avoid it if I can't get close, it's ugly, symbolizing coldness, bad luck, and even death, that's what I think, so I hate it standing not far from my seat all the time.

I didn't know how to respond to her after Shui Jing finished speaking, I didn't speak, and I was in a fog and deep fear until the end of the memorial service.

At dinner, my uncle came to the house to eat with my father, and my father suggested that we eat out, but because of the negative emotions caused by the death of my classmate, I had no energy at all, so my father decided to cook at home.

I really want to ask Uncle I take this opportunity, I really have a lot of questions I want to ask him, Uncle must have a reflection of what happened ten years ago, ask to see if it will be disgusted by adults, after all, it is not a pleasant thing, and it is time to eat, I am a little nervous, but I still decided to start with the incident in '97.

"Uncle, do you still have an image of the student who had an accident in Class D of the first year of high school ten years ago? It was the student named Hegu. ”

The words and the spoon fell at the same time, in no particular order, and almost as soon as I finished speaking, the spoon in my father's hand fell to the ground.

"Nozomi..."

The father was interrupted by the uncle's wave of his hand, "It's okay Ah Shu, it's okay for Xiaoxi to ask, the more you don't make it clear, the more curious the child will be, so it's okay to tell her." Uncle turned to me and asked, "Xiaoxi, you can ask whatever you want, as long as Uncle knows." ”

"Did a classmate write to him before the accident was a prank on that student named Hegu?"

"I don't seem to have heard of it, but I know that he died unexpectedly, and he was hit by falling steel bars under an unfinished building, which is unfortunate...... The police also determined that it was an accident, and it seems that there were letters between students, but He Gu's death had nothing to do with this. ”

"Did He Gu take a group photo in the class?"

"Hmm...... This one...... It seems to have been photographed. ”

"Uncle, you gave me a definite answer, have you ever taken it?"

"Hmm...... Sure, it's been photographed, it's OK, the class took a group photo when Hegu was still alive, yes. Uncle nodded and said.

"Have you ever seen that group photo?"

"Xiaoxi, why did you suddenly ask some strange questions? Did your classmate have an accident that affected you in any way? While mourning, you must also be strong. My father said and brought me a bowl of soup.

I looked at my father and then turned to my uncle, "Uncle, you've probably heard the rumors among the students, do you think the rumors really have nothing to do with those accidents?" ”

"Xiaoxi, do you mean the rumors about that reply?"

"Xiaoxi, how could your uncle believe this kind of thing, I know him best, since he was a child, he has always held the view that 'everything has a reasonable explanation', he has always been an atheist, and we also debated the issue of ghosts when we were in school." My father spoke first, laughing as if he was recalling the original situation.

"Ah Shu is right, I never believe in those rumors, Xiaoxi, don't believe those rumors, the accident has become the unfortunate history of the school, including your classmates at the beginning of the spring this time, this is something that no one wants to happen, so we don't want to investigate whether the deceased suffered bad luck or anything like that, or explore those random rumors in the name of the deceased, the living should cheer up and move on, Xiaoxi, you can go to school with peace of mind, don't think about anything else."

- Sure enough.

I knew that this was the result, and it was futile to ask any more questions, and it seemed that I had intentionally or unintentionally skipped my question...... "Have you seen that group photo?" The question was skipped by the uncle, no, it was the father who interrupted the question...... In short, the two of them conspired to lure me away and tell me not to believe those things, it seems that the uncle is unreliable, I nodded to them obediently, in order not to add to my father's worries, but I really regret why I didn't borrow that photo in the library at that time, at this time, I can ask the uncle to point out who Hegu is to show me, but that doesn't seem to mean anything, if there is really no Hegu on the photo, the uncle will definitely say the same thing as Momoi - "Hegu was already dead when the picture was taken." ”

But Uncle's words do make sense, why do I have to explore the things of ten years ago, even if I tell the matter of Hegu to be ugly, now I have to face learning, face daily trivial life, and I can't get rid of the disease for the rest of my life, if the lily of the valley puppet really comes, I am just a powerless lamb, if bad luck really comes to me, I can only be ready to muster up courage before then, I am very afraid, but I don't want to retreat, today at the memorial ceremony at the beginning of spring, I didn't shed a tear, I remember not crying at my mother's funeral in the past, and the atmosphere of death and grief gave birth to a certain tenacity of faith in me.

The next morning - I unexpectedly saw Dr. Sennan who was in charge of me when I was hospitalized, at the station, he was standing in the crowd in a light gray suit suit to greet me, simple and clean short hair and a warm and sunny smile, I was very happy to see him again, he was also very concerned about my physical condition, and we laughed at each other after another "doctor's instructions", Dr. Sennan was relatively young, and I had a lot of topics in common, and I felt very speculative and relaxed when talking to him, During the discussion, I learned that Dr. Sennan was also a graduate of Shaojian Middle School, and what surprised me even more was that he was a student in the first year of high school in '97, but his class was Class A in the first year of high school.

Although I was about to give up on "that thing" last night, I met Dr. Sennan so skillfully, which is probably the inevitable result of what others say.