Zi Feiyu

In the early hours of the morning, with half a moon in the sky, there was wind and light breeze.The man came out of the school guard room neatly dressed, lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and didn't smoke.The fire burns slowly, spreads, and dies out, just reaching the first corner and spitting it out.

The man is the head teacher of this junior high school, surnamed Zhang.More than ten years of professional experience as a teacher shows that he is the most dedicated teacher in this school, the most competent head teacher, and even the most responsible nanny.This male nanny has just come out of the male and female dormitory.He knows what the theme of tonight's sleepover is, he knows which girl is developing, and he knows which boy's underwear color.He is like a spy.

He sighed suddenly and put his hands in his pockets.In his pocket was his cell phone, his keys, and a crumpled little ball of paper.The content on the ball of paper is the love poem he wrote to all the boys and girls he kissed——

Beloved, think of what we have seen, in the cool beauty of the morning: at the bend in the path, a hideous carrion, stretched across a cobbled bed...

Every time he hugged the little butterfly and its prey, he would recite this foreign translation poem in a loving, affectionate and ambiguous voice, over and over again.

He looked up at the school sideways.Iron fences and trees cover everything, there are no street lights, and with the moonlight, a gloomy road is formed.

Yi Zihui's death made him stop catching prey during this period of time, and Police Officer Zhou's lingering presence on campus made him irritable.Fortunately, Officer Zhou only appeared during the day. If he also appeared at night, he might go crazy with anger, or he might kill Officer Zhou after going crazy.It's just possible, but he didn't dare.Turn another corner ahead, cross the road, and you will be home.His house is waiting for him there. The parents of the students bought it with help. It is very cheap, big, comfortable to live in, and not much money.

Ringing, jingle jingle... jingle jingle...

The little girl stepped into the moonlight from the dark corner step by step.A white fist-sized bell in his hand, take a step and shake it.

Teacher Zhang was staring at the leaves of the trees where he could not see clearly, when the little girl who appeared suddenly startled him, he took two steps back, leaned against the railing, and looked at this beautiful little girl.The little girl looked eight or nine years old, wearing a red dress, ponytail, round eyes, and pale complexion.

The little girl tilted her head: "Uncle, have you seen a ghost?"

Teacher Zhang looked down at the little girl's feet. There was a shadow, but it was not a ghost.He cleared his throat and stood up straight, "little sister, why don't you go home so late?"

The little girl rang the bell: "I'm waiting for grandma."

Teacher Zhang swallowed when he heard the word grandma, unbuttoned the top collar that had been camouflaged for a day, and moved his eyes from the bell to the little girl's flat chest.Desire suppressed for many days, boiling, roaring, fighting.

The little girl kept ringing the bell, ringing the bell, bang, Teacher Zhang slapped her on the face, and the pain woke him up instantly.He rubbed the cheeks that were hurt by himself, and frowned at the little girl: "I...you..."

The little girl smiled sweetly: "Uncle, what's the matter?"

Teacher Zhang blinked, he really liked this kind of clean little boys and girls, with small arms and legs, tender and slippery, harmless and ignorant eyes, they were little dolls at his mercy.He cleared his throat, and pretended to say: "Where do you live, uncle will take you back."

The little girl answered irrelevantly: "Is uncle a teacher in this school?"

Teacher Zhang was stunned: "Huh?"

"When I came here, I met an older brother who said he was going to school here, and he seemed unhappy."

"Oh."

"Grandma's grandson also goes to school here, and they are not happy."

Teacher Zhang didn't understand why this little doll cared so much about other people's happiness. "Unhappiness is an adult's business. You are still young, just be happy."

The little girl suddenly snapped: "Why are they unhappy?" Her sweet voice resumed: "Uncle, do you like day or night?"

Teacher Zhang was confused by the little girl, and she didn't want to answer some unnutritious questions endlessly, and planned to lure the little girl home and eat her alive.So he said casually, "Daytime."

Little girl laughs, jingle jingle jingle... jingle jingle...

Teacher Zhang rubbed his neck, which was sore from looking at the leaves, and turned around, only him.It seems that there is a little girl in a red dress talking to him here, it seems that the little girl has a white bell in her hand, it seems that he is molesting the little girl like a pervert, and his face seems to hurt a little.Touch your face, alas, it really hurts.

Ye Qiao thought about it for a few days, and decided to return the suicide note that the kitten had stolen.It's not helping anyone, this thing doesn't belong to them in the first place.

The kitten in the basket turned its head: "The ugly bird is gone."

Ye Qiao looked at the top of the tree: "Yes."

When I was talking about coffee, the trees on the side of the road were lush and the flowers were brightly colored. Now without the care of the wild birds, the flowers have all withered and the trees are all ashes.

"I haven't settled with them yet."

"..."

The kitten's paws lay on the side of the car basket: "Ye Qiao, who is the suicide note for?"

"Give……"

"The children's house is all dead." Turning to look at Ye Qiao, "Give it to his classmates?"

"……Burned."

"You know the cemetery?"

"do not know."

"The old woman knows. Ask the old woman to give her grandson. The two little guys know each other." The kitten noticed Ye Qiao's changes in the past few days, his mouth was hard and his heart was soft, just like that guy Lin Yuan.No, Lin Yuan is much better than Ye Qiao.

"……casual."

When I arrived at school, it was the second class in the morning.Ye Qiao didn't like this school very much.This school is characterized by teachers fighting against teachers, classmates comparing classmates, teachers beating students, students cowardly, teachers perverted, and students committing suicide.Maybe all schools are the same, but this one is the most disgusting.

Grandma Zhou was still at the same place as last time, when she saw Ye Qiao coming, she smiled and said, "Are you here?"

Ye Qiao didn't answer, just handed the folded paper to Grandma Zhou.Grandma Zhou's soul is much thinner than when she saw it last time, and it is estimated that she will soon be wiped out.

The kitten jumped out of the basket so Grandma Zhou wouldn't touch its head again.

Grandma Zhou smiled: "I'm about to die."

Ye Qiao was about to leave on her bicycle, but she stopped where she was after hearing what Grandma Zhou said.

The little cat said: "Stay at home and stay in this world for a few more days."

Grandma Zhou said: "I decided to help them."

Ye Qiao finally said, "That piece of paper might help them, you don't need it."

Grandma Zhou bowed to Ye Qiao's back.

Ye Qiao tightened his grip on the car handle: "You know your situation, it might be the best result to be wiped out."

Grandma Zhou disappeared without saying a word.

The kitten jumped onto the car basket: "How can she help her grandson?"

Ye Qiao lowered her head: "I don't know."

"I'm about to lose my soul and still help others. The old woman is too overconfident."

"..."

When Teacher Zhang woke up, a 13-year-old girl sat on the windowsill with her back to the sun and smiled at him.Teacher Zhang couldn't see the girl's face clearly, but he was sure that he had touched her.The girl is in vest and shorts, with long hair. There are two palm prints on her naked skin, from the soles of her feet to cruising all the way, calves, thighs, slender waist, and developing breasts.His palm prints, his girl.

Teacher Zhang got up and walked towards the girl.When he saw the girl clearly, he remembered, ten years ago, the girl he caressed for the first time.

Girls are always speechless, always smiling.Teacher Zhang stretched out his hands: "My love."

The girl looked at Teacher Zhang with dilated pupils, tears in one eye and blood in the other.But still smiling.

Teacher Zhang took a few steps back in fright, almost lost his footing, and staggered.

The girl's skin began to rot.The places touched by the palm prints are all rotten.

Teacher Zhang's legs were weak and he couldn't run, so he fell to the foot of the bed, pretended to be calm and shouted: "Who the hell is playing tricks, come out for me."

girl smiles.silent.Fall backwards.

Seeing this, Teacher Zhang ran to open the door holding his knees, but the door just couldn't be opened.

"I'll help you." The voice of a 13-year-old boy.

Teacher Zhang heard the voice, her body lost strength, she slid down, clutching the doorknob with both hands, closing her eyes, and slammed her forehead against the door, "I'm sorry, sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong. I have already left, please forgive me. You guys Whatever you want, I will give you."

"We want you."

"I, I, I... I still have a lot of things to do, so I can't go with you. I will burn paper for you, a lot of paper, and you can buy whatever you want down there. Please let me go, please. "

For a long time, no one answered.Teacher Zhang's head slowly turned back, but no one was there.Suddenly, one voice was laughing, two voices were laughing, three, four...ten.

Ten, listening to the pan-cold smirk.

Teacher Zhang closed his eyes, bowed to the ten laughter, and kowtowed hard: "I was wrong, I was wrong, please let me go, please let me go."

The laughter stops.Teacher Zhang opened his eyes to the floor.The floor is moving.wobbly.A flame, fluttering, sent out a small spark to Teacher Zhang's face.Teacher Zhang looked up in fright.The whole room was full of flames, burning more and more vigorously, and the room was full of smoke.

Teacher Zhang struggled to get up.But the door couldn't be opened no matter what, and couldn't be knocked open.He covered his mouth and nose and waved the thick smoke, looking for a way out.Suddenly seeing a window, he ran over anxiously.Shouting downstairs: "Help, help."

But no one can hear it.No sound came out of his throat.Those downstairs couldn't see the smoke either.He is desperate.

The boy's voice appeared again: "I'll help you."

Teacher Zhang widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and said, "Help me, save me."

The boy raised his arms: "Look, every cut is bleeding, and it's bleeding even after death. It turns out that you can't die by cutting your wrists, and it's still painful to die."

Teacher Zhang was crying and trembling, "I was wrong, I was wrong."

The girl appeared next to the boy: "For ten years, I have been tortured by that nightmare."

Other figures appeared one by one.

"I beg you to let me go, but you keep fucking me."

"My mother is still waiting for me, but I can't go back."

"The scars on my body are still there, and I can't get rid of them."

"I'm married. I just found someone to marry after graduating from high school. But he disliked me and said I was not clean. Do you know the reason?"

"I still remember the poem you read, the sun, nourishment, return a hundredfold."

"Skin, flow."

"Swell, multiply."

"...Rotting Corpse."

Teacher Zhang closed her eyes and covered her ears, shaking her head and begging, "Don't read it, stop it. Please let me go, please let me go, please."

All sounds disappeared, and the figure disappeared.Teacher Zhang carefully opened his eyes, and there was a white light.Everything in front of me disappeared, no room, no thick smoke, and the souls who took their lives were gone, only... a piece of whiteness remained.

When Zhou Mo was packing up his textbooks after the fourth class, he found a piece of paper that didn't belong to him in the book.He opened the paper, shook his hand, the paper fell to the ground, he quickly bent down to pick it up, looked around, it didn't look like anyone was joking.The writing on the paper is Yi Zihui's handwriting. He once praised Yi Zihui for his good handwriting, and his thin and thin handwriting, just like Yi Zihui's, thin and thin.But looking carefully at the content, it trembled again.A naked woman, a poem in foreign translation, a name, a hate.He clutched the paper tightly and ran out. He knew there was a reason for Yi Zihui to jump off the building. He wanted to tell his father that he wanted to find Police Officer Zhou.

Police Officer Zhou came to the school to see if there was any new situation after finishing his work in the bureau. As soon as he entered the school gate, he saw his son running towards him desperately.He frowned: "What are you running for?"

Zhou Mo panted and said, "Here, here, look."

Officer Zhou took the paper and felt a chill in his heart.

"It's his words, it's his words."

Officer Zhou slapped his head: "You go back first, don't worry about this matter, your father is here, don't worry."

Teacher Zhang asked for sick leave in the morning and did not come to class.Police officer Zhou used his parent's identity to visit Mr. Zhang's home.Teacher Zhang lives in a big house with one household on the first floor and no neighbors. Judging from the size of the house, it doesn’t look like a house that a teacher can afford.But the teacher is more convenient. This week, the police officer knew that even if he checked, it would not be his business.

As soon as Police Officer Zhou approached the door, he smelled a familiar... smell of rotting corpses.He knocked on the door hard, knocked on the door, kicked with his feet, but there was no answer in the room, so he called the police.After other policemen arrived, they forcibly entered the house.It was extremely hot in the house, all the windows were closed, and the air conditioner was on, and the temperature was at the highest temperature that the air conditioner could handle.Teacher Zhang's body was lying on the bed, next to the bed were two fans used for heating in winter, blowing on Teacher Zhang's body.There is a piece of paper next to Mr. Zhang's pillow, on which he wrote the names of all the students he has had in the past ten years, as well as his favorite poem.And Teacher Zhang's body is also like the description in the poem——

The sun shone upon this decaying carcass, as if to burn it to death, and to return to great nature a hundredfold the nourishment which nature had bound together.

The sky stared at the magnificent corpse like a bud opening, and the stench was so strong that you seemed to be fainting on the grass.

Flies buzzed and gathered on the rotten belly, and a large group of black maggots came out of the belly, flowing along the stinky skin like viscous pus.

These tide-like maggots scrambled and crawled, as if the body swollen by the breeze was still living a life of reproduction.

Ye Qiao and the kitten sat in the park not far from the school from morning to dusk.This time I came to the school to avoid all the cameras, so police officer Zhou should not be able to find out, but Grandma Zhou's words always made Ye Qiao feel uneasy.

The kitten didn't want to disturb Ye Qiao who was in a daze, so it meowed with hunger in the place where pedestrians passed by, and the passers-by thought the kitten was in spring.

Ye Qiao sighed softly, stood up, and hoped that Grandma Zhou was well.Seeing that Ye Qiao was not in a daze, the kitten ran over and clamored for something to eat.Ye Qiao picked up the kitten and stuffed it into the car basket, "Let's go, Lao Xie is waiting for us."

"Why didn't you say that Gu Chen was waiting for us?"

"He's not in now."

"Ah, yes, he played and disappeared."

The little girl sat on the bench where Ye Qiao had sat, and smiled sweetly: "She's fine."