On the pale face, due to anger and grievance, the facial features have been strongly distorted, and it is impossible to see the original position. Bai Sensen's eyeballs glared viciously, as if they could fall out of the black hole hole at any time. Wisps of blood oozed from their eye sockets, ran down their cheeks, and dripped onto the top of Shangguan Jiazi's head. His lips were wide open, and his teeth were stained with a dark green viscous liquid, emitting a foul stench of decay. Death is coming, Shangguan Jiazi didn't feel so scared, he began to be resentful, he didn't understand that there were so many wicked people, why he had to be Shangguan Jiazi who suffered. Thinking that he was about to say goodbye to his warm family and colorful world, he couldn't help but feel a sour heart, his eyes closed, and tears slid down.

The world seems to be quiet. After a long time, Shangguan Jiazi opened his eyes and saw that he was sitting on the cold ground, the room was still empty, and the waste bed and old bench in the corner of the wall remained in their original posture. It was like a nightmare. Shangguan Jiazi felt as if he had just finished running 10,000 meters at this time, and his body was almost collapsed. He dragged his tired body, slowly opened the door, and as soon as he stepped out of the threshold, after a burst of dizziness, he fell to the ground, and after that, it was the scene that Meng Yunzhi and I saw after getting up in the morning.

After listening to Shangguan Jiazi's experience, we sat on the bed and couldn't make a sound for a long time.

After a long time, I came back to my senses, looked at Meng Yunzhi, and then hesitantly turned my head and asked Shangguan Jiazi: "Are you ...... Are you sure it's not a hallucination? Shangguan Jiazi looked at me blankly for a long time, sat up and unzipped the down jacket, pulled the collar of the sweater down, raised his head slightly up, and exposed his neck.

Several thin red scars were shocking on Shangguan Jiazi's neck, obviously traces of strangulation by filamentous objects. I took a breath of cold air and looked at Meng Yunzhi, his face full of surprise, looking at me.

We comforted Shangguan Jiazi for a few words, and then sent him to a nearby classmate's house, telling him not to think nonsense and rest for a few days.

After the arrangement, Meng Yunzhi and I came to the outside of the school, the white clouds and blue sky, the sun shining warmly on the earth, full of brightness. In the roadside pit, a few old hens are lying in the sand, basking in the sun with their eyes closed, hearing us approaching, they do not run away, they lazily open one eye, and then close it again, continue to enjoy the warm winter sun.

We look up at the sun, is it fake? Or do we not really exist in this world? After being silent for a long time, Meng Yunzhi looked up at me in frustration and said, "What should I do?" "What can I do?" Next year's materialist theory class will not be studied, materialism and materialism will have a fart use. (Note: At that time, the ideological and political courses were economics in the first year of high school, philosophy in the second year of high school, and social politics in the third year of high school) "I tried to calm my frightened heart, tried to pull the stiff muscles on my face, squeezed out an expression similar to a relaxed smile to him, waved my hand, and turned my head to look at the road.

On the sun-drenched dirt road, an old man walked slowly with his hands behind his back.

My eyes lit up, and I suddenly turned my head and said loudly, "Old Jiatou! Go find Lao Jiatou! Meng Yunzhi was taken aback, and couldn't help but take a step back, looking at me with an excited face, he hesitated: "Find him ......" "Yes, maybe you can know the truth of the matter." "Does he know the truth?" "If you don't go, I'll go." I turned and walked away.

Meng Yunzhi kicked a pebble, silently followed me, and when he passed by the roadside vendor, he stopped me: "Wait for me for a while!" I turned my head to see that he was talking to the vendor on the side of the road, and then he took a handful of things, ran over to me out of breath, and handed it to me. When I received it, I saw a bunch of gadgets: a cross, Guanyin, a bronze Buddha and Jesus. I can't laugh or cry, even if there is really evil spirit, can this Western Jesus subdue the ghosts of the East? Whatever! But with these things, I really have a bit of confidence. I glanced at Meng Yunzhi gratefully, he smiled slyly, and shook his left hand: "One for each person."

When I arrived at Lao Jiatou's residence, it was already dark.

Lao Jia Tou is a biology teacher in the school, upright, and was assigned to this school at the beginning of the school, which can be said to be the founding father, and it is said that the principal is also afraid of him. The son worked as a miner in the coal mine, and was killed in a landslide accident that year, and his wife couldn't stand the blow after hearing the news, suffered a heart attack, and was turned away by the hospital because he didn't make up the deposit for the emergency department. Looking at his wife's gray hair fluttering in the cold wind and his eyes that were not closed, Lao Jiatou knelt in front of his wife's still warm corpse and cried bitterly.

From then on, he was disheartened, and everything was light. After retiring, he simply moved to live in the bungalow assigned to him by the school. I usually drink a few sips of stuffy wine, but I am not sloppy, I am clean all day long in a gray-blue tunic, and I am always very kind when I see students. We call him Lao Jiatou, and he doesn't get angry. Since the last time he helped him move briquettes, he was even happier to see us. We bought some loose wine and pig's head meat, and then we went to his house.

After knocking on the door, he saw us, very surprised, saw the wine we mentioned, and smiled and set the table, let us sit for a while, then light the candle, poke the fire and start stir-frying, a stewed bean curd, a stir-fried bamboo shoots, served hot, sat together, and began to drink together.

The wine came up, and in the dim light, we began to talk wildly, and Lao Jia couldn't stop it, with blood-red eyes, scolding the black-hearted mine owner, scolding the medical system, saying that the expensive medical expenses killed his wife, we didn't understand at the time, dumbfounded, speechless.

After scolding, Lao Jia poured a full glass of wine, drank it in one gulp, smacked his lips a few times, and then let out a long breath, looked at us with some gratitude, and said, "It's good that you can come and see me." Say, what's the matter with me? Even if I am obliged to make up for you for half a year, I will also agree. ”

"We want to know if something strange happened to dormitory 404." I'm straight to the point.

Lao Jiatou's face was cold, he didn't swallow a sip of wine in his mouth, choked in his throat, and began to "cough...... coughed, quickly covered his mouth with his hand, and I noticed that his hand was trembling slightly.

"Alas, I'm old, and I can choke on a sip of wine. It's not like when I was younger. Your homeroom teacher is very good, his table tennis skills are good, and he has won the runner-up in the Provincial Games......" Meng Yunzhi and I glanced at each other, and he was diverting the topic. Obviously, he must have known the reason why 404 was not normal.

Lao Jia Tou said a few words, and when he saw that we didn't react, he stopped talking and drank heavily.

Silence began to fall in the room. Outside the window, it seemed that the wind was cold again.

In the dim candlelight, we looked at Lao Jiatou, and from his almost concealed uneasiness drinking movements and the muscles on his face twitching from time to time, we could feel that there was great fear and uneasiness under his almost calm expression.

"Teacher Jia, one of our classmates entered 404 last night." When Lao Jia heard this, his hand holding the wine glass stopped in mid-air, and he suddenly raised his head and stared at us with bloodshot eyes. Meng Yunzhi hurriedly added: "There is no danger. Mr. Jia, what's going on with 404? ”

Lao Jia was stunned for a long time, and then seemed to be muttering to himself: "The world is going down...... The world is falling...... Wretched...... Three years. It's been three years... He took a sip of wine, looked at our earnest eyes, sighed, and said, "It's not easy...... But don't be afraid, poor ......."

Lao Jia took out a cigarette roll from his body, lit it, took a few puffs, and looked at the roof with his eyes, as if he was looking at something. In the smoke, we slowly began to speak.

A cold wind came through the crack in the window, and we felt chills on our bodies, and we tightened our cotton jackets.

Not long after the school was established, the campus was still full of weeds in the past few years, and the teacher mobilized local students to bring tools from home, and it took half a year to clean up the campus with the stupid method of machinery and manpower.

Because the performance of cultural classes cannot be improved, the school leaders simply vigorously grasp music, art, and physical education courses, but also have made some achievements in the promotion rate, if the students in the art class work harder, the college entrance examination is not hopeless. Chu Meixin is one of the very promising students.

She is from our last two classes, the music class, her appearance is ordinary and ordinary to the extreme, so that the first time you see it, you have a sense of déjà vu, you can't recognize it at a glance when you mix in the crowd, just like looking at an ocean of sunflowers on the vast horizon, you can't be sure if what you just saw is the one you see now.

Chu Meixin unfortunately lost her parents when she was a child and lived with her elderly grandmother. Poverty has taught her the hardships of life since she was a child, and she never wastes time, and she is proud that her professional classes (vocal music and music theory) have always been ranked at the top of the class; But the embarrassment of life also made her feel inferior and sensitive in front of many well-to-do classmates in the local area, when girls of the same age proudly talked about what was popular this year, brand-name sneakers, and preferred the boy in the class, she always silently hid to the side, looking down at the dense cloth shoes sewn on her feet, she knew that she was not qualified to participate.

She understands that her heart is actually rich and colorful, with her own colorful dreams, how much she longs to make a beautiful and fashionable hairstyle, wear beautiful clothes, and be able to hold hands with her classmates and sprinkle happy laughter all over the campus. She also tried to get close to her classmates, but each time, when the haughty female classmate in fashionable clothes threw a contemptuous, disdainful look at her, she was defeated.

She understands that poverty is a factor, but not the main one. If it was just poverty, the proud girls might pity her, accept her, and allow her to be their own henchman. Another reason is that her professional grades are so outstanding, the teachers are very fond of this promising girl, and the boys also like to revel in her perfect magnetic singing voice rendition of "By the river in the field, the cranberry flowers are blooming, there is a teenager, who is my beloved." But I can't confess to him ......" in the Russian style; Or when she sings the Italian opera "Cinderella" with a difficult flowery female voice, she always wins applause and envy. The female classmates can't accept her rustic scum, let alone her excellence. They always make up things about her, consciously or unconsciously, to laugh at her for being out of place.

There are occasional compliments, but more often than not, the indifference, ridicule, and vicious jealousy of the girls are far from what a high school girl can bear.

Slowly, in this oppressive environment, she became more and more unsociable. The seeds of loneliness and indifference slowly sprouted and grew wildly in her suppressed heart, and could not be contained.

Finally, the next incident led to the complete collapse of her sensitive and fragile heart.

July is a very ordinary day. The sky was overcast like an iron plate, and it was still drizzling. Maybe God is angry, with a gloomy face, and a few thunders from time to time to scare people. After Chu Meixin had breakfast, she looked at the continuous drizzle, put a crusty book on her head, and trotted all the way from the dormitory to the door of the classroom in the drizzle.

Chu Meixin shook off the water droplets on her book and prepared to go to class. As soon as I entered the classroom, I found that there were many people around the blackboard, looking at the blackboard, and chattering, and there was a girl who was reading something in a deliberately strange voice, and the surrounding classmates let out a few contemptuous laughter from time to time.

Chu Meixin also leaned over curiously, and when she walked over, her classmates found that it was her, looking at her with all kinds of strange expressions, some contemptuous, some sympathetic, and some dignified, and they all stepped back and automatically gave way.

The classroom was all quiet, there was silence, there were a few pieces of paper torn from the homework book on the blackboard, Chu Meixin saw it for the first time, her head felt a "buzz" explode, her mind was blank, and the world was spinning.

The pieces of paper had been torn from her journal and pasted onto the classroom blackboard.

Part of it reads as follows: × was sunny on ×

Today, I accidentally saw Chao's blazing gaze again, and my heart couldn't bear it, and I think I might like him. That sunny summer afternoon, I will always remember. Everyone else went to their lunch break, and it was just me and Chao in the library. The bright sunlight shines into the room through the glass, casts on the ground, and on the bookshelves, forming irregular and warm shapes, which makes my heart warm. We greeted him naturally, and then sat down next to him and naturally started talking. Maybe at this moment, I'm moved! I love the feeling of sitting next to him and seeing his white teeth when he smiles. We didn't talk much that day, but it was natural, and from his bright gaze at me, I could feel a sweet message, and my heart beat uncontrollably. Did I blush that day? I do not know. But Chao then quietly held my hands, his palms were wet, and he was nervous, hehe. Super is in the art class, he said that if he has the opportunity to draw a sketch portrait for me, he must be very beautiful to draw, I am waiting for that day.

I wanted to sing loudly that day, but I still endured it until I was in professional class, and the teacher praised me for singing the aria very devotedly and emotionally, and I secretly laughed, how could they know what I was thinking?

× was sunny on × day

He doesn't have the feisty and liveliness of other boys, but his calm and fiery gaze always makes my heart skip a beat. I've seen him a lot in the library lately, is he approaching me too? It would be nice to walk on campus hand in hand with him. I like the neat white teeth that he shows when he smiles, and now I don't know if I'm sleeping, and I'm thinking about me? Alas, the heart is too messy, go to sleep. It was cloudy on × ×

Wind and rain are late

Hand over your cable

I'm a little boat without wings

Hand over your arm

I will enter your port, I will dock

Coming from the wind and rain, the wrists are covered with moss

Oh, let me dock

If the sun rises from your breast

Please bring the sunflower outside the window into the house

It needs suction, too, like me

If I am deeply sucked in by you, tie up

- Love, "A Stormy Night"

× × rain

I'm in an irritable mood today, probably because it's raining, and it's ticking non-stop, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

I went to the library today and saw him talking and laughing with a girl in his class, was that his girlfriend? Or am I overhearted? But, even if it's Chao's girlfriend, what does it have to do with me? Chao never confessed anything to me. Do you think I'm rustic? Am I being amorous all this time? Seeing them happily together, I didn't have the courage to say hello. Sick of it! Sick of it! I panicked in my heart.

Tomorrow Sunday, I've got to go home and see my grandmother.

……

At this time, the head teacher pushed the door and came in, and the classmates scattered in a hurry and sat down in their places. Only Chu Meixin stood stunned and did not move.

When the head teacher came in, he saw the paper on the blackboard and was very puzzled, so he came closer to look at it, and after a few glances, he understood. He tore down the diaries, raised them, and said to the classmates below seriously, "Who did this?" He was answered by silence.

The head teacher turned around and walked to the door again, and said to Chu Meixin, who was still standing there: "Kefan, go back to your seat for class first, I will deal with this matter seriously."

Chu Meixin didn't return to her seat because she didn't hear the teacher's words at all.

In front of her eyes, there was an ocean of golden sunflowers, golden fruits, golden leaves, golden earth, golden sky, constantly turning, turning, turning into a dazzling sun, emitting a strong and dazzling light, wanting to scorch the whole earth, heat waves and loess hit, making it difficult for her to breathe. But why do hands and feet still feel cold? It felt cold and the heart barely beat anymore.

She felt that she had been stripped of her clothes, and she stood naked at the door, letting her classmates keep wandering around her body with their eyes. What is the sound in my ears, buzzing, chaotic, I can't hear anything. The clear faces of the classmates gradually blurred, and their facial features gradually merged, like a blank piece of paper, like a group of faceless goblins sitting below.

There are a few beautiful girls in front of me, but why do they look so charming? They gathered around her, giggling and spinning, and she looked at it to see that there was actually herself inside. She didn't expect that she was so beautiful when she was dressed up, and she walked over happily and wanted to hold her hand. But she is beautiful, she is still wearing outdated clothes and cloth shoes with mille-feuille soles, and she is still plain faced, and her eyes dimmed suddenly.

Chao seemed to stand in front of her again, slowly hugged her, lowered his head and kissed her lips gently, she was very happy, and tears slowly fell. But Chao suddenly disappeared again, as if he had never been here. She was helpless and wanted to scream, but couldn't. Chu Meixin stood at the door, her eyes were sometimes happy, sometimes sad, and the muscles on her face kept twitching. The head teacher called her several times, but there was no response.

The classroom was silent, dead silent.

When the head teacher stepped forward and shook her shoulders, Chu Meixin's eyes were blank, and her cold gaze slowly swept over the faces of the classmates present, which made people shudder. They didn't understand why Chu Meixin, who was usually kind and wooden, had such a vicious look, as if the information coming from the ice cellar made people cold from head to bottom.

After a long time, Chu Meixin slowly spoke: "I will remember each of you." "One word at a time, like a wizened wizard issuing a vicious curse.

A thunderclap rang out outside, and the earth trembled. The rain was getting heavier. Nothing could be seen through the rain curtain, only the raindrops whipped the earth frantically, as if torturing the soul and conscience of the earth.

The sky and the earth were gray and chaotic. A gust of cold wind crept in through the crack in the door, and the chill that pierced through the bones made everyone shiver.

Although the head teacher repeatedly asked no one to tell the story, at that ignorant age, this kind of thing spread faster than the wind. It seemed like overnight, the whole grade knew about it.

What's even more unexpected is that after the school learned about this incident, not only did it not find out who did anything to the diary, but even notified Chu Meixin for criticizing, saying that she was not thinking right, disregarding her studies, and violating school rules.

Chu Meixin completely collapsed and became even more silent. It was as if she had lost her soul, and she could only walk alone in this indifferent world with her body.

Sometimes she thinks of her dead mother, who must be doing well over there, otherwise why didn't she come back to see her? That world must be warm, there will be no injustice, no indifference and no sarcasm. She slowly hummed the nursery rhymes that her mother often sang for her when she was a child, and burst into tears.

Chu Meixin has no friends now, she is alone, and she has become numb in the face of the pointing and ridicule of her classmates. It's not normal to go to class, and I often hide in a dark corner of the playground and watch the ants slowly crawl under my feet. The teacher tried to persuade her several times, but she still went her own way.

Sometimes, Chu Meixin will mumble to herself, as if the two of you are talking to me, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low, and sometimes laughing out loud. The girl in the same dormitory was also horrified to find that Chu Meixin liked to get up in the middle of the night, light a candle, and slowly comb her long black hair in the mirror.

One afternoon, Chu Meixin didn't come to class again, everyone got used to it, and no one asked. Until someone found her hanging herself in the dormitory.