cry of a butterfly

Even though he was well prepared, when the door opened, the darkness that poured into his eyes still made Chu Hua's heart tremble.The inexplicable depressive atmosphere made people breathless, as if he was facing a huge coffin, and where to go was a problem.

Mrs. May reminded him behind him, let's go in.Then she walked into the dark ward before the young man, and found the only window in the room very familiarly.Stand on tiptoe, raise your arms, and use your hands to remove a thick wooden board.She turned her head and said to Chu Hua, "Young man, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you take it for me."

Only then did Chu Hua wake up like a dream and stepped forward a few steps, taking the wooden board from the old woman's hand.When he looked up, he met the window.The sunlight came in with difficulty, the window was small, and it was placed in a high position. Judging by his height of nearly six feet, only half of his head could be exposed.The iron windows are fitted with dense bars, wide enough for an arm to pass through.

Mrs. May explained that because Compaq had tried to escape through this window, the ward had been put under intensive surveillance.

The young police detective's eyes quickly fell on the lake-like flower field outside the window, where lily of the valley flowers dormant in the cold were planted all over the ground, and they were so luxuriant.

I can't help but think that if it is not winter, it should be very beautiful to look out like this.

The rooms are small, with showers, toilets and metal beds like a single cell in a prison, but nothing else.

Although it has been unoccupied for a long time, regular cleaning keeps the dark gray concrete floor and white bed surface tidy.

With the help of the fine light, Chu Hua discovered that the four walls of the room were written with crayons that only children would use.Some have been eroded and blurred by the years, and some are still clear as if they were just written.Densely covered the entire wall, and even on the ceiling, it should have been written by the imprisoned young man stepping on the bed with his head held high.

Chu Hua took a quick look, and found that some of the words were fragmented and difficult to connect into sentences: such as saddle, rotten leaves, and far away; To a heaven that will never be reached", or "Celan is a coward, I will not commit suicide."

There are even calculus and chemical equations of large mathematical formulas.

All the handwriting left, though cursive or neat, seemed to come from two people—a man with a solid bone, and a woman with a gorgeous frivolity.

"He was in great pain when he was first sent here. Every night he would suddenly break down and cry." Mrs. Mei looked at the young police detective, and then raised her face to look at the window. Her aged and elegant face was full of regret and sadness. "This is the only thing I can do for him. Let him have this ward where he can see the sea of ​​flowers, and let him know that behind the filth and ugliness of this world, there is still hope in full bloom."

Mrs. Mei's words led Chu Hua's eyes to the window with large lilies of the valley.This reminded him of how he looked out from a dark window many years ago, waiting for salvation and hope.

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"Ah... you bad boy... ah! Ride me hard... tame me..."

A woman's aging vagina is inevitably a little loose, but a well-made face is still beautiful.The teenager lying on top of her is attacking her body fiercely-he doesn't have the clumsiness that a boy of this age should have in sex. He kisses the neck, kneads the breasts and caresses the clitoris with skill. , far inferior to her husband who is as bulky as a cow.

The woman felt that the penis in her body was exploring the depths of her inner core time and time again, setting off waves of heat waves that made her ecstasy, so she made extremely exaggerated bed calls, louder than louder.

The climax came with the exaggerated sound of bed calling, and the mature and plump body of the woman and the limp body of the boy after ejaculation were twisted together.After a while, she got up, sat in front of the vanity mirror to touch up her makeup, and signaled to her lover who was still lying on the bed that her husband might be back soon.

Obediently getting up and getting dressed, he deliberately came up behind the woman with his naked body, making her put down the lipstick she wanted to smear and stroke his buttocks instead.This young man has an astonishingly beautiful appearance, his snow-white skin has a hidden fragrance, and his two petal-like red lips are very mouth-watering.The body is thin and thin, but the legs are long and the buttocks are curled up, and the size of the genitals can even make many adult men feel ashamed.

The painted woman began to adorn herself with jewellery. She put on a precious necklace and a pair of even more valuable earrings - the earrings were set with diamonds bigger than the eyes of a dove. This was her 40th birthday. A birthday present from her husband.

Even in the face of the lover who brought him infinite happiness just now, the lady's demeanor is still contemptuous.He took out a few banknotes with large denominations from the handbag, handed them to the boy who had already put on his shirt, and said, "Go and buy a suit of more sophisticated clothes, you look too shabby now."

The young man frowned slightly, as if he felt displeased to be offended, but he quickly covered up his emotion with a sense of refreshment.He pulled out one of the bills and said that was enough, and then said that he would show his thanks with action.

After speaking, he leaned over, embraced the woman's shoulders, and kissed the woman's slender and elegant neck.

He licked her earlobe and then drilled her pinna, his cool and slippery tongue was as dexterous as a fish swimming, always able to capture the sensitive parts of a woman's dry body just right, allowing her to enjoy supreme happiness.

"Well... that's enough... Compo, that's enough..." The woman closed her eyes and moaned comfortably while she had to reject the other's show of love, "You should go, my husband will be back soon ..."

Once again obediently stopped the caressing and kissing movements, the boy took the back of the woman's hand and kissed it gently, then turned and left.

"Wait," a woman's voice sounded before stepping out of the door, "Leave what you stole from me!"

Hiding the panic in his eyes without leaving any traces, he turned around and asked with a smile, "What?"

This noble lady over forty years old kissed her red lips, winked like a little girl in love, and said in a flirtatious tone, "My heart."

Secretly heaving a sigh of relief, the young man standing in front of the door raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly.He put his right hand on his heart, bent down and performed a rather dramatic gentleman's salute, and really left.

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Three or five teenagers who seemed to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old were waiting for someone under the tree, leaning against each other in all directions. The boys were all dressed up in strange clothes, and the girls were all heavily made up.

"You stupid cat! How dare you scratch my face, I have to peel off your skin!" One of the beautiful punk girls fucked a three-month-old kitten, and she viciously Using the eyebrow trimmer to poke and scratch the cat's ears, there were bursts of screams and blood on her hands—just as she was in the midst of violence, a hand suddenly stretched out from the side and snatched the poor kitten away.

"You are too rude." A boy in a shirt gently hugged the cat with the injured ear into his arms, and put a small piece of cottage cheese to its mouth.The cat, which was still arched and furry, suddenly became very docile. While eating the cheese, it stretched out its small tongue with soft spines to lick the boy's fingers.

"Sometimes I really don't understand, do you love me or this cat." The punk girl stared at the other party helplessly, and said in a coquettish and complaining tone.

"I love you during sexual intercourse, and I love it during other times." The boy smiled slightly, took out a diamond earring from his shirt pocket on his chest, and threw it to the girl.

"Wow!" The unhappiness evaporated in an instant, the diamond was very large, and they sold it for a long time to squander.The girl picked up the diamond and looked after it repeatedly in the sun. She was overjoyed but worried and said, "Aren't you afraid that she will call the police?"

"Why did you call the police? That old bitch still has this kid's semen on her ass, she's afraid everyone will know about it." A fierce-looking boy with a cockscomb head beamed with joy, as if he had done such a big thing, proudly, "I'm afraid she's looking under the bed with that silicone butt poked out, and when her husband gets back, she'll cry to him that she lost it - I think you'll have to confess today what the hell you did How can you make those stupid and rich women bow down to you one after another?"

The boy in the shirt is nothing like his companions, unlike those wild children in the rebellious period, on the contrary, he is very polite.He was not as boastful and enthusiastic as other boys of the same age when they talked about their sexual experiences. He just smiled and said, "It's impolite to criticize a lady behind her back."

"Let's talk, let's learn how to do it!" Another red-haired boy with an even more exaggerated hairstyle came over and shoved his shoulder.

The teenager's friends were very curious about the details of his sexual intercourse with those rich women, but he chose not to talk about it.Putting on a "no comment" expression, he put his arms around the cat in his arms, lay down under the tree and began to read - he not only stole the diamond earrings with his dexterous tongue, but also took the table before leaving the door. A book on anthropology.

"Compo, why don't you go home and come here with us to fool around in this small place?"

The cockscomb-headed boy answered first, "Because he committed adultery with his aunt, he was kicked out of the house by his uncle."

"My uncle is a good man, but he doesn't know what to do here." Without taking his eyes off the book in his hand, the young man stretched out his finger and tapped his forehead, "Since I can support myself, I think it is necessary for me to remind him 'bluntly' , his wife is a slut, it's not worth it for him to work on her from morning to night, and even take his life away."

The light brown forehead hair was brushed on the forehead with the wind, and he picked a grass stalk and bit it into his mouth, chewing it lightly.The kitten in his arms poked its head towards his face, then stuck out its tongue and licked his lips.And the boy buried his face from time to time, and seemed to be kissing it back affectionately.

"Freak!" The punk girl cursed bitterly again, having never received such tender gaze from her boyfriend, "You are a fucking freak!"

"Don't you know, this kid is a philosopher full of humanistic upbringing and 'savior complex'. Apart from narcissism, he can love any living or inanimate object, including this cat of course."

Cockscombhead's words made the girl very upset, taking advantage of the boy's unpreparedness, she stretched out her hand and pulled the cat's ears forcefully.The exaggerated long nails were embedded in the soft flesh like knives.

The injured cat screamed and jumped out of the boy's arms.Jumping a few meters away, he jumped onto the window sill of a house along the flower stand.

"You crazy woman!" The boy in the shirt immediately got up from the ground and cast a dissatisfied look at his girlfriend.Following the cat's footsteps to the house, he stretched out his hand to the little guy hiding on the window sill, calling him eagerly to come back.

But it didn't work.The kitten whose ear was almost wrung off was terrified, and stood coweringly on the flower stand, refusing to move in the direction where he was.

As a last resort, the boy had no choice but to climb up the window sill by himself on the flower stand.He approached it cautiously, engrossed in a wounded kitten, without noticing a human being behind the window.

The eyes of the four who were so close to each other met unexpectedly, and they were startled by each other.

It was a pair of very clear black eyes.

The eyes of the cat with bleeding ears were more frightened and helpless, reflecting into the bottom of his heart like sparkling lake water.

"Hey, I just want to get my cat back, I won't hurt you—" The boy wanted to show the other party that he didn't mean anything malicious, but after just looking at each other for a moment, the owner of those black eyes drew the curtains and hid .

A woman's hoarse scolding came from inside the room, but the black eyes never appeared again.

Carefully hugging the injured cat into his arms, the boy quickly climbed down the window sill and stepped on the ground again.

He raised his chin, squinted his eyes, and kept his gaze on the slightly fluttering floral curtain.

"What the hell are you looking at?" The punk girl realized that her boyfriend's eyes had never moved away, and immediately lowered her face and said jealously, "Who were you talking to just now? Is it a beautiful lady who lives in it? "

"He fantasizes that he is Romeo all day long, and that one day he can climb on the window sill of a rich family." The rooster-headed boy caught a glimpse of the beautiful face behind the curtain, but it was obvious that the face belonged to a young man. A young boy, not a slim girl.He stepped forward and patted his friend on the shoulder, "I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed, there's only a weird and scary tattooist and her poor son living in this house."

After staring intently for a long time, the young man named Compo looked confused and muttered to himself, "Why does he look so sad..."

The author has something to say: ① Celan (1920-1970), a famous Austrian poet.With Jewish ancestry, he was imprisoned in a concentration camp during the Nazi rule, and settled in Paris after escaping. Suicide in 1970.