In 1983, Teresa Teng became popular on the street, and the windows on the second floor of No. 19 Anxi Road occasionally came out "green grass, white fog, there is a beautiful woman, on the water side".

This is a birthday gift from my uncle to Lu Mingyue, a tape recorder imported from Japan, and the uncle of the district government can always get these good things. Teresa Teng's cassette was bought from a small shop on the street, and she hopes to fall asleep listening to these songs every night.

Lu Mingyue had just turned thirteen, she was no longer a little girl, and sometimes she would peek at a teenager from afar, such as the kid in the basement across the road. She had never spoken to him, and no kid on the street wanted to play with him, and he heard that his mother was poisoned by his father, and then his father was shot. But on many nights she could see through the second-floor window the light of the air window in the basement, and the boy lying under the lamp reading a book, and the dim light faintly stained his cheeks with a layer of gold.

She found out the boy's name from the old man opposite, his name was Shen Ming.

The old man is over 80 years old, he is a man with many stories, and he is often visited by big leaders in Beijing, and some foreign reporters come to interview him. On the other side of the rest of the road, there lives a mother-in-law in her sixties, whom people call Miss Cao. The old man and she often walked under the ginkgo tree, occasionally saying a few words in a foreign language that no one could understand, and then the two looked at each other and smiled goodbye.

A year ago, Lu Mingyue's adoptive mother drowned in the Suzhou Creek because her adoptive father had other women outside.

Since then, she has never had a happy day, especially at night when her adoptive father is drunk.

She wanted to kill him.

In the summer of this year, a teenager moved to her house, Lu Zhongyue, the son of his uncle. His parents were sent out for two months and then sent him to his uncle's house, where there were many empty rooms.

Lu Zhongyue has a cyan birthmark on his forehead.

This kid doesn't like to read, so he got a lot of cigarette brands, and he scratched cards with people on the side of the road when he had nothing to do. He likes to ask around, and soon learns Lu Mingyue's secret - she is just an adopted daughter and has no blood relationship with the Lu family.

One night, thirteen-year-old Lu Zhongyue quietly told her, "I like you." ”

As a result, he was slapped by Lu Mingyue.

After the long summer vacation, Lu Zhongyue moved back to his own house, but from time to time he would come to his uncle's house to see his "cousin". He didn't like to walk through the gates, and always jumped over the fence to scare her.

Every time she saw Lu Zhongyue break in, she would feel scared.

Late autumn 1983.

It was a drizzling night, Lu Mingyue was caught by his drunken adoptive father, and the girl desperately resisted, picked up a piece of broken glass, and cut his neck.

The adoptive father died.

When she looked at the corpse on the ground in a panic, she noticed that there was still a face outside the window.

Lu Zhongyue.

This time, as usual, he secretly climbed over the wall to play with her, but unexpectedly witnessed the murder.

Her face was covered with blood, and she grabbed the broken glass viciously and rushed to the window, Lu Zhongyue was so frightened that his face was colorless, and the heavy rain drenched him into a soup chicken, he shook his head and said, "I didn't see anything!" I swear, never say it! ”

After that, Lu Zhongyue escaped over the wall.

She cleaned up the murder scene and smashed the broken glass of the murder, and the traces of Lu Zhongyue coming in over the wall happened to provide the police with the illusion that outsiders had broken in to take revenge and kill people.

Lu Mingyue walked out of the murderous house and sat on the steps of the side of the road to rest and bowed her head and wept. She didn't know that in the basement across the road, a teenager was quietly watching her through the rain.

The police interrogated her many times, but she did not answer who had broken in, only that she heard a noise downstairs in the middle of the night, and when she came down, she saw her father lying in a pool of blood. She tried to lift him up, but ended up covered in blood.

No one ever doubted her words, but there were all sorts of controversies about how the killer broke in, until the case was decided with a revenge killing.

In winter, Lu Mingyue was adopted by a childless couple under her knees, changed her name to He Qingying, and moved to the old house where Si Wang was born in the future.

On the eve of moving out of the murderous house on Rest Road, she stuffed Teresa Teng's cassette tape and the cigarette brand left by Lu Zhongyue into a tin biscuit box from "Dream of Red Mansions" and hid them in a hole in the corner of her room.

But she kept a "Dream of Red Mansions" tin biscuit box and a cartridge of Teresa Teng, and quietly took it to her new home.

The adoptive mother is the administrator of the archives, and under her pleas, she manipulated her archives, making Lu Mingyue and He Qingying become two people who have nothing to do with each other.

She's going to cut her old self in two.

Although the family conditions are average, the new adoptive parents treat her very well, and provide her with the help of studying until she graduates from the secondary school and is assigned to the post office. She has never suffered any hardships again, she is secretive about what she experienced back then, and no old acquaintances have come to her, but fortunately, her adoptive parents have no relatives, and no one knows her past.

At the age of twenty-four, his adoptive parents died in a car accident. Also in the same year, she met Si Mingyuan.

He Qingying didn't know if he really loved him, but he really loved himself.

In April 1995, she married this man.

Less than two weeks after getting married, she went to her husband's Nanming Iron and Steel Plant to attend a gathering of employees and their families, but was unexpectedly recognized by a person.

"Mingyue?"

The young man with a blue spot on his forehead stared at her and kept asking questions until he was stopped by Si Mingyuan.

Although she didn't admit that she was Lu Mingyue, she dreamed of the murderous mansion on the road of rest that night.

Lu Zhongyue intruded into her life, such as at the door of the post office where she worked, on her way home alone. One day, he found her with an envelope addressed to an address in Beijing. He asked Ho Ching-ying for help in adjusting the postmark time to six months ago and stamping it on the front of the envelope. She immediately refused, forging the postmark is an illegal act, and if she finds out, she will be expelled.

"Sister, I can see clearly what you did on the road of rest twelve years ago."

Faced with the threat of *nudity, Ho Ching Ying had no choice but to give in, and she was forced to change the postmark time and stamp it on the envelope of the so-called statement to the New Year.

Unexpectedly, Lu Zhongyue asked her to go to Nanming Iron and Steel Factory and enter the underground warehouse of the abandoned factory, saying that this was the place he often came to play in high school, the most evil witch area in the legend.

"Mingyue, in my mind, you are a witch." He stroked He Qingying's hair and stared at her shy eyes, "You have killed people, I admire you, I will keep you a secret, as long as you are willing to ......"

Suddenly, He Qingying kicked under his crotch and escaped from the underground of the witch area.

She knew that this secret could not last long, Lu Zhongyue coveted her beauty, and would continue to extort money. But this matter must not be told to the husband, if Si Mingyuan knows that his wife was a murderer......

He Qingying had to solve the problem on her own.

She wrote a letter to Lu Zhongyue, asking him to meet alone in the witch area at ten o'clock in the evening on June 19, she said that she didn't like her husband Si Mingyuan, and maybe she should have a new plan for the future.

Actually, she had a sharp knife ready.

On June 19, 1995, He Qingying went out early in the morning. She hid her knife into the witch's quarter, and from day to night, she hid underground where she couldn't see her fingers, waiting for the man to appear.

At ten o'clock in the evening, there was a faint sound of thunder outside, followed by the sound of a smouldering rain, and then the sound of a man's hurried and panicked footsteps.

The moment the hatch was pushed open, she saw the figure of a young man, and at the same time as the other party turned around, He Qingying stabbed the blade into his back.

The tip of the knife pierced the heart without a single point.

She looked at the man's corpse, and the blood flowing all over the ground, and then shone it with a flashlight, only to find that it was not Lu Zhongyue!

He didn't come, whether he received the letter or not, the only thing that was certain was that she had killed another man.

He Qingying fell to her knees in front of the dead strange man, begging his soul to forgive her, but she had to hide the secret, as she had done twelve years ago on the Sabbath. She pulled out the knife stuck in the deceased's back and scrutinized every corner of the murder scene, taking away any clues that might have been left behind.

She then hurried out of the ground, leaving the dead in the dark reincarnation.

It was midnight when she got home, and Si Mingyuan was still playing mahjong outside, which she had arranged for her husband in advance. She washed all her clothes repeatedly, but the bloodstained coat was secretly burned.

I thought there was no possibility of falling asleep all night, but I unknowingly had a dream, an incomparably clear and real dream.

She dreamed of a young man, dressed plainly and with a melancholy gaze, lighting a candle, standing beside her bedside and crying in a low voice......

He Qingying still remembers this face, 1983 on Rest Road, in the basement of an old house across the street, his name is Shen Ming.

In the early hours of the morning, Si Mingyuan returned home, and this careless man did not notice anything unusual.

It was also on this day that she found out that she was pregnant, and her husband accompanied her to the hospital for examination, which turned out to be more than two months.

The next day, the letter she wrote to Lu Zhongyue had just been returned to the post office - there was a mistake in the mailroom of the steel factory, so that Lu Zhongyue never received the letter at all.

However, Lu Zhongyue never appeared in front of her again.

As her belly grew larger day by day, she felt the life slowly squirm and an inexplicable fear rose from her body.

Because, she happened to hear her husband say: The man who died in the witch district on June 19 was the Chinese teacher who had just been expelled from the nearby Nanming High School, his name was Shen Ming.

It's not that she didn't think about having a fetus - when she walked to the door of the hospital, her legs and stomach were weak, and she seemed to hear the child's cries, forcing herself to go home with tears in her eyes.

The expected date of delivery was in January 1996, but I didn't expect the child to come out early, He Qingying was sent to the hospital overnight, and on December 19, she gave birth to her and Si Mingyuan's son.

When the nurse came to her with the baby in her arms and looked at this wrinkled little face, she cried.

She named her son Si Wang.

A few days after Si Wang was born, his mother found that there was a small birthmark on his back, which at first glance I thought was a scar, but it happened to be on the left side of the back of the backbone, almost facing the back of the heart, as if it had been pierced by a knife in the mother's womb - on the night of the thunderstorm half a year ago, in the abandoned underground warehouse of the Nanming Road Iron and Steel Factory, she killed a man from behind, and the tip of the knife was also inserted from this part.

So, she spent her confinement in countless nightmares.

He Qingying never told his son this secret, and his father never told him - no one could see his back clearly anyway.

In the last years of the twentieth century, the child learned to walk and talk prematurely, and He Qingying felt more and more wrong. He was a taciturn kid who had a house full of toy cars and guns that his father bought, and he just coped with pretending to play with them, and didn't run around like other kids.

When he was still eating a bottle, once he took advantage of his mother's sleep to climb onto the bookshelf and secretly flip through "Selected Words of Song", but he was discovered by He Qingying, and he immediately tore up half of the book. She taught her son a stern lesson, and from then on, whenever he was in a daze in front of the window, muttering to himself, the mother would observe carefully. His eyes are different, not at all like ordinary children, he can always look at the important places, and it seems that he can read all the words.

The son often talks in his dreams at night, He Qingying put his ear to the child's mouth, and all he heard were the words of adults, including Nanming Road, Witch District, and Sabbath Road...... There is also a name called Twig.

When Si Wang was five years old, the steel mill went bankrupt, and Si Mingyuan was laid off and went home, and his temper became more and more irritable. A retired employee was drunk and told others that in the spring of five years ago, he saw engineer Lu Zhongyue and Si Mingyuan's wife into an underground warehouse. Although it is a fact, He Qingying firmly denied it, and had a cold war with her husband for two years, until he disappeared after owing a lot of gambling debts.

Only orphans and widows are left in the family.

Once, she saw a song by You Hongming on TV, "Meng Po Soup"-

"If there really is a kind of water / that allows you to make me drink without getting drunk / then maybe there is a tear / that allows you to make me cry without sadness / always look at love too perfectly / the feeling of a big gamble / lost the promise of the previous life in this life / only to find that the water has quietly turned into tears / although you can't see or hear / but you can't escape and forget / even the tips of your hair by the pillow / have become torment / although you know I know / but the tears are floating in my heart / after this second this laugh / drink this bowl of antidote / forget all the good and all the loneliness……”

Suddenly, when she heard some kind of soft sobbing, she realized that the seven-year-old boy had burst into tears.

"Wang'er, why are you crying?"

He broke free from his mother's arms and hid in the bedroom to lock the door. He Qingying took out the key to open the door, only to see his son lying in front of the dressing mirror, hiding his face and crying bitterly.

Meng Po soup?

After three years, when she, as Si Wang's mother, came to Gu Qiusha's house as a guest, but unexpectedly saw Lu Zhongyue, the two looked at each other awkwardly, but never said a word again.

Although she resolutely opposed her son going to the Gu family, in the end, she was forced by life, in order to avoid the harassment of loan sharks, to be able to grow up peacefully, and endure the pain to send him to the most terrible person.

Lu Zhongyue came to her in private, this man was so depressed, he was no longer the same as he used to be. He said that more than twenty years had passed since the Sabbath and that he would not threaten her with it, and that he had no desire for women and wanted not to offend each other.

But he didn't know that in 1995, the person who killed Shen Ming was her.

Soon after, Si Wang returned to his mother, but Lu Zhongyue became a wanted murderer.

If you want to say that the only man she has ever loved in her life, it is undoubtedly Si Wang - this self-proclaimed smart child, who still thinks that he is deeply hidden, and has kept his mother in the dark for more than ten years.

Wang'er, all your secrets, Mom knows.

And you don't know anything about your mother's secrets.

You're really not a genius.

Just a silly kid.

You know, there are no parents in the world who don't know their children, only children who don't know their parents.