fog flower

Throwing away the phone and changing into casual clothes, in the morning when a white flower blooms in the air with one breath in midwinter, Hai Xing swiftly and cunningly escaped from the cage of the senior year while the guards were unprepared.

After turning around three buses, experiencing unbearable bumps and grass mud on the soles of her shoes, she finally returned to the carefree paradise in her memory before the sun was setting.

The change of the monsoon brings the change of the rainy season. The stream in front of the door is half dry, and the high-pitched ding-dong variation in summer is only hoarse and low-pitched in winter.The morning frost on the withered yellow scorched grass is about to melt, the flowers, bees and butterflies have disappeared, and on the cracked flagstone floor, only ants occasionally skip in a hurry.From time to time, farmers returning home pass by, looking at Haixing as if looking at a stranger. They don't know how this girl struggling between the city and the countryside used to chase after the wind, bend her body, and this land Intimacy with force.

After crossing the old short bridge, and walking a few more steps, there is a crooked and sloping fence.The dilapidated and faded two-storey stone-wood hut is still full of chopped firewood by the door, neatly stacked, as if it will be used for cooking in the evening.A large rusty lock was dropped on the solid wooden door, but half of the window beside the door was missing, leaving only empty window sills.The side walls are covered with evergreen climbing plants. Their roots are firmly rooted in the ground, and their tentacles are tightly clung to the walls, like wild green chains. , Locked lonely on this small piece of desolation, not detached.

"Go back, go back." For no reason, such a voice sounded from the bottom of my heart, so Hai Xing came stubbornly.The result was such a disappointment.After their parents got rich, they not only brought their two daughters to live in the city, but also left the countryside where they had lived most of their lives.The once humble but warm former residence has now become such a half-dead earth-bound spirit. Why does she want to come back?Do you want to come back and break the only thought left in your memory?

Hai Xing stood blankly in front of the house, the midday sun cast a small shadow on the girl's feet.She stared at her own shadow, unknowingly her eyes were clouded with tears.When the vision was blurred, the shadow seemed to be given life suddenly, as if the part that the owner yearned for was pulled out and placed in it, and gradually turned into a twelve or thirteen-year-old her.At that time, she was about to leave this land and rush to the city beyond the hills. She came back and said her last farewell.

"Did you call me back?" Hai Xing murmured.She saw her as a child carefully walking up the creaking wooden stairs again. The outermost part of the second floor is the room of her grandparents.Such a house has no sound insulation at all, and the suppressed quarrel of the elderly couple can be clearly heard.Xiao Haixing approached the door suspiciously, what happened in the thick keyhole could not be concealed.

"Old woman, my son is also for your own good. Didn't you always want to visit the city when you were young?" Roaring: "I'm not stupid! You want to take me to the hospital instead of the city! I'm not sick! I don't want to go! I don't want to go to the hospital anymore!"

"No one said you were sick. I went to the hospital just for a physical examination. Don't think about it yourself!"

"Don't lie to me! Don't lie to me...I know it all, I admit it...Old man, in fact, I know that I am a lunatic." The old woman's voice suddenly returned to a strange calm, dim light Here, Xiao Haixing saw a group of sharp shadows emerging from grandma's clasped hands.

"...Old woman, what are you doing? You..."

The old man seemed to have noticed something, and subconsciously wanted to distance himself from his wife who had been with him for decades.After he saw clearly what his wife was doing, it was too late to react.

The huge sharp scissors used to cut pork bones and sheep bones have always been hidden under the woman's thick skirt. Every New Year, she would use these scissors to cut pots of cooked meat and make delicacies. Entertain those she loves and those who love her.Now that she is mentally broken and deranged, she chooses to use this pair of scissors to take her and her beloved husband to hell together.

"I know it can't be cured...I know...but I don't want to go to the hospital, I don't want to be separated from you..." The murmur of the mental patient intertwined with the indistinct wailing stuck in the victim's throat, awakening The nightmare that Hai Xing deliberately forgot.

It turned out that the parents chose to pick up their grandparents for no reason.It turned out that she was deliberately vague, and she couldn't remember it after junior high school. The memories of her grandparents were all her self-deception, in order to forget the dark and damp truth and survive.

She remembered.

At the age of 13, she glimpsed the extremely bloody hell through the rusty keyhole.The disordered spirit and morbid emotion eventually turned into a massacre.The bloodstains meandered all the way, flowing from the leaky parquet to the first floor, tick, tick.

Is this the end of the retrospective journey?

【The fourth paper flower, it says: "You always think about it, just as you can't escape your own sad fate."】