Chapter 119: Fifty Years

My mother told me: This year, there is a shortage of water in the five elements, and I am a cow, and I am a buffalo. Buffalo can't live without water, so be careful this year.

My mother also specially calculated a figure for me. The fortune teller was taken aback when he heard my mother's birthday, saying that "bitter cows survive the winter", and that the cows that survive the winter can only eat dry grass, and there must be some disaster this year. My mother hurriedly went to the Land Temple to ask for a red cloth, saying that it was an amulet, and forced me to carry it on my body every day. I've never touched it since I dropped it in my bag.

That night, I dreamed.

The wind in the dream is tight and cold. I was standing in front of the iconic building in the library. The scene of the day was repeated, and the big stone ball rolled down and pressed the boy. I rushed over and tried to lift the ball and rescue the wounded. But no matter what, the stone ball did not move when it took root. I was so tired that I sat on the floor, gasping for air. There were many pedestrians passing by, including a few little girls who were frightened that day, but all of them walked by expressionlessly, as if they had not seen the blood as thick as honey, gurgling out.

"Hehehe." The person under the stone ball actually laughed, and his voice was relatively old, far from the age of the deceased. I was startled and noticed that his mouth wasn't moving.

"Don't you want to pay my debts?" The deceased's face was lifted to the ground, as pale as the single cloth of that day. The eyes were bulging, as if they were about to shoot out the eyeballs inside, and hurt me in front of me.

I didn't bother to get up, and pushed back hard with my heels.

"Do you still want to get away and refuse to pay my debts?" The dead man stretched out his red hand to me.

"Nope! No! I shouted.

My classmates in the dormitory woke me up and said, "Liang, are you dreaming?" ”

I opened my eyes, sweat all over my face.

If it weren't for that bicycle incident, I wouldn't have carried that red talisman every day. After the stone ball crushed the second student, the school finally decided to remove the stone ball and the ashline, first, to avoid the incident from leaving a shadow in the students' minds, and second, to prevent a similar tragedy from happening again.

I still remember that the bicycle was borrowed from my classmate Yin Dong. There were no classes all afternoon, so I decided to go outside the school and buy a down jacket for the winter. Yin Dong shouted that he was bored in the dormitory alone, and he had to go shopping with him. Therefore, I set off with Yin Dong.

Although there were no stone balls on that path, I still felt terrified. At this time, a bicycle came from the opposite side, and on the car was the retired old principal. As far as I can remember, the old principal's expression has always been weird, and when the car hits a piece, the old principal's face is distorted and deformed.

When the two bikes were far apart, I could already feel that the faucet was rusting and I didn't listen to the controls, and it seemed that there was a thrust coming from behind, and the bike accelerated. The old headmaster was also trying to twist the faucet, but finally he didn't twist it. So the two cars crashed together.

The old principal's face didn't face me, his eyes went around Yin Dong and looked farther away, as if there was another person behind the car. Then both the bike and the person fell. The old principal and I hurriedly got up, I quickly apologized to the old principal, turned around, and saw Yin Dong still lying there.

I couldn't help but gasp when I saw Yin Dong. He fell in the same posture as the boy who had been crushed to death by the stone ball that day, his head on the ground, his hands and feet twitching......

The old principal saw Yin Dong on the ground behind me, and he was so frightened that he waved his hand and retreated. The eyes are bulging, as if they are about to shoot out the eyeballs inside. His face was as pale as the single cloth of that day. What really prompted me to wear the red cloth every day was not Yin Dong's injury, nor the strange bicycle, but the old principal's eyes at that time. I feel creepy every time I think about it.

The old principal stared at the prostrate Yin Dong, and I stared at the old principal, both paused for a few seconds, and then woke up like a dream, and lifted Yin Dong up with all hands and feet and ran towards the school hospital.

After taking some first aid measures, Yin Dong's breathing was a little smoother. After the doctor examined Yin Dong's chest, he then had to examine his back. Yin Dong struggled and refused.

I comforted, "It's okay, the doctor just does a simple checkup, it's not a big deal." ”

Yin Dong shook his head and said weakly: "As soon as I turned over, I felt that there was a heavy weight on my back, and I couldn't breathe!" When the old headmaster heard this, his face became even paler, like the belly of a dead fish in a polluted river.

"Come, this classmate, I want to talk to you alone." The old headmaster took me by the hand and said. I felt his hands cold and shivered with excitement.

The old headmaster pulled me out of the infirmary and told me a story about him.

Fifty years ago, among the first batch of new students accepted by the school, there were two very close friends. They all got here with very good grades. The teaching mode of high school is different from that of junior high school, so some of the students who used to shine have begun to dim; Some of them shine brighter than they used to be, making others jealous. When jealousy is not dealt with properly, it can easily turn into unreasonable hatred. Soon after the start of school, friend A met left and right, calling for wind and rain, and the stars were shining. And friend B, who turned out to be in the midst of flowers and applause, was unknown. Every time they go out together, there is always this or that to say hello to friend A, or friend A to say hello to that one. And friend B has a lock on his mouth. Therefore, B feels that he is A's foil. B secretly worked hard in his studies and vowed to surpass A in his scores. In addition, friend A has a great advantage in terms of time for a meeting to attend today and a report tomorrow. Friend A sensed that there was a problem between the two of them and wanted to talk to B, but every time he saw B studying hard, he couldn't bear to disturb me.

At the school's examination summary meeting, friend B was awarded a third-class scholarship and A was awarded a first-class scholarship. B is unbalanced: I learn less than me, why do I have a higher score than me? A congratulates him with a smile, which he understands as mockery and provocation. Especially when I heard others say, "He can get a third-class scholarship, not because of the tutoring of a friend who won a first-class scholarship!" He gritted his teeth.

The hatred has been accumulated in my heart for a long time, and my psychology has been distorted. Finally, one night, friend A arrives at the inconspicuous stone ball and waits to reconcile with B. The stone ball moved behind A and rolled down......

The old principal said: "For 50 years, I often dreamed that the stone ball was rolling towards me, and wherever I ran, the stone ball chased me. Your classmate is lying on the ground today in exactly the same position as when my friend died. At that time, I mistakenly thought that he had come to me and demanded a debt for his life. ”