Butterflies Fly Over Winter Chapter 52
byChapter 52 Lingluo Straw
If this person just escaped, then of course his murderer would have a new identity who survived.
How could it be his original self?
Nie Chuiying put her fingers in the air and couldn’t form words for a while, but it was obvious that she already knew.
No one in this script knows who the murderer is, they are all guessing and proving it through the reasoning process.
Meng Yike got the script of “Tourist from Another Village” – as a disguised policeman, he only came to restart the case nearly three months after the death.
The first thing you do when you arrive at Murakami is naturally check in to the bookstore.
This store was opened four or five months ago. It is very warmly decorated and looks like a relic from the end of the last century, which is a bit interesting.
The bookstore is run by a couple named Xia Yun and Lin Qi.According to the conversation between the police and the couple, they were childhood sweethearts. After all these years, they decided to come to a seaside fishing village and open a bookstore to live a peaceful life.
The couple, played by Xi Ai and Chu Yiqi, told the police the whole process of the case in great detail.
“After graduating from college, Bai Shan and Yu Ying broke up peacefully. After seven years of abortion, they reunited, but Yu Ying and He hope were together. Bai Shan stayed in their home temporarily because of travel.”
“When Bai Shan was not at home, people always heard that Yu Ying and He hope were at odds – He hope always felt that Bai Shan had unresolved feelings and wanted to pry the wall, but Yu Ying disagreed and insisted that Bai Shan had not even spoken to her alone.”
A rendition is presented again.
Baishan sent an invitation to Yu Ying, which was very obviously a wedding banquet post, but He hope still looked dubious.
On that day, Yu Ying and Bai Shan watched the stars on the roof for a while. What He hope saw when he came back was that they had a table next to them and some wine, and Bai Shan was still waving for He hope to join them.
Time shifts to half a month after Baishan’s trip. Baishan encountered a landslide in the mountains. When he was found, he was completely unrecognizable. Only the engagement ring and clothes on his hand, and the broken diary in his backpack proved that he was him.
Late that night, when they were supposed to be returning from fishing, someone saw He hope and Yu Ying arguing about something on the boat, and Yu Ying pushed He hope into the sea.
After a moment of panic, Yu Ying seemed not to have heard the obstruction, and followed her down, as if to find her husband, so both of them were dead.
After going through the plot, Meng Yike, as the person who correctly identified the murderer, slowly said: “Xia Yun and Lin Qi correspond to Yu Ying and Bai Shan respectively, right?”
“I think so.” Chu Yiqi nodded and said, “So I voted for myself.”
[Wait a minute, can someone explain it to me?]
[She loved him but she didn’t love him, he loved him but she didn’t love him, she loved him and he loved her, so they killed him and faked his death together to become them.]
[???]
[!!!]
[I can’t tell who loves whom, but it’s true that I hate you!]
People who gather around the coffee table to watch the plot very seriously and have a very relaxed atmosphere don’t know how fun the barrage is, so they are still commenting.
Yu Nianxi: “I really feel that I performed very, very well this time.”
“This ghost smell made you act.”
Xi Ai smiled so hard that her eyebrows were crooked, and the taste of almonds was still in her teeth. What she said was not sweet at all: “Stop talking about it, this is really a ghost, it’s so unfair.”
[I still can’t accept that a person with such a strong Yin Qi was the first to be killed?]
[I thought Xixi acted as a pervert, but I didn’t expect that she was a pervert who wrote the script.]
“Who is the villain team this time? Of course they are all members.”
Meng Yike pretended to slap the table: “I’m a good person, okay?”
“The police pretend to be civilians and use malicious clichés to slander you. You are bad.” Chu Yiqi was unreasonable and weak.
Xi Ai helped Zhou to torture a nest of snakes and rats: “Chu Yi hopes to be right, but Meng Yike is bad.”
“Give you a hammer!”
[So Yu Ying and Bai Shan got together again at least four or five months ago. Bai Shan, I thought you were here for a trip and wanted to send invitations. I dare you to send invitations from yourself and Yu Ying?]
[Actually, Baishan is quite “bushi”. He killed He hope and even sent someone an invitation to take with him.]
[This Baishan quietly chased his first love, quietly killed He hope, and quietly stayed with his first love.]
[Wait, wait, there is another paragraph.]
The last paragraph is a supplementary interpretation after everyone sorted out the plot, which can be regarded as a supplement to the plot.
Yu Ying got in touch with Baishan because of a letter that was sent regularly and came from Baishan three years ago.
A long letter, with the fragrance of white plums and white plum specimens, every sentence is full of thoughts and blessings.
But when Yu Ying raised her head, what she saw in front of her eyes was a pile of chicken feathers. She had to deal with people who were urging her to get married, He hope’s irritability after marriage, her mother-in-law’s nonsense, and her helplessness in urging children…
It reminds me of the love I once had when I was a student. It seemed like it was naturally filtered, distorted but dreamy.
So she wrote back, she said: “Let’s meet, even if it’s just to say goodbye.”
If you let go, I can accept your fate.
If I can revive the courage that I once wanted to escape, can you accompany me? It doesn’t matter where I go, no matter what.
What if, it’s still us.
So a murder begins.
I don’t know if it’s a tragedy or a blessing.
Fortunately, at least, before everything ends, I can still remember what I love.
Tragedy, but… everything can only end here.
Chu Yiqi didn’t say anything. Xi Ai quietly pinched her fingers on the carpet and said, “What are you thinking about?”
“I was thinking…” Chu Yiqi’s eyes fell on Xi Ai’s face, tracing every inch of her eyebrows, and finally whispered, “I remember the first time we played script killing.”
That’s really…
A long time ago.
Xi Ai looked away and ended this noisy live broadcast.
The moment she said goodbye, Xi Ai raised her eyes to look at Chu Zhizhi, and just said: “Can I ask a question?”
“Of course.”
“Can you hear the truth?” Every time, Xi Ai always wanted to confirm, even though she could have heard Chu Yiqi’s lies.
Chu Yiqi was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, “That depends on what the problem is.”
Xi Ai saw how busy the others were, so she didn’t change places and still sat next to Chu Yiqi. Their fingertips were so close that they seemed to feel the warmth of each other even with the slightest movement.
“Are you leaving, do you want an end or a new beginning?”
Chu Yiqi didn’t say anything, but just looked at Xi Ai. After a long time, Xi Ai thought Chu Yiqi would refuse to answer.
Chu Yiqi finally spoke and answered the question: “If you had tried to stay, I would have been troubled.”
This is something other than the truth.
Really?
Xi Ai looked at her and said, “Then can I play the role of a suitor?”
“I’m different from before, Xi Ai. That’s what everyone said.”
Xi Ai shook her head: “I know.”
But what impact will it have?
Just still like it.
“You don’t have to do this.”
Xi Ai didn’t answer, she just stood up and put away the plate.
During the conversation, Chu Yiqi curled up his fingertips, then let them go, but they happened to fall on the back of Xi Ai’s hand.
At that moment, Xi Ai stood up, and the warmth was so brief that it made people suddenly realize.
It’s like a little hallucination, I can’t hold it tightly.
It reminds people of a long-ago cup of hot milk.
With sugar in it.
*
The first script we played together was a copy about family relationships.
Some bad memories unexpectedly surfaced from the ice of memory.So Chu Yiqi’s hand holding the script trembled slightly, but he didn’t notice it at all. He just wanted to suppress the discomfort and continue reading the plot.
There is always a voice in my head telling myself that it is over and will never happen again.
But there was another voice, which kept repeating the accusations made by her mother Chu Rou when she had an emotional breakdown. For a while, it was Chu Rou’s choked apology when she came back to her senses. Then this voice completely disappeared, leaving only the unanswered phone calls and Chu Rou’s words and threats asking for “alimony”.
At that moment, Chu Yiqi suddenly couldn’t tell which words floating in front of him were from the script and which were Chu Rou’s text messages.
But at that moment, someone held her hand. As the only person who knew the inside story, Xi Ai looked at her with eyes that were not worried.
Just strangely calm.
The man’s eyes were still on the table, but he turned a little and said, “A bit boring?”
“Maybe.”
“My eyes are tired, would you like to go out with me for a walk?” Xi Ai’s eyes finally fell on Chu Yiqi’s eyes, and she just asked.
It seemed that the way Xi Ai looked at her had never changed. It was always very calm and calm, and it never got mixed up in the so-called “pity” and “sympathy.”
Always just looking straight at the magnanimity and gentleness.
Just like on the full moon night on the rooftop after the semi-finals, Xi Ai raised her eyes and handed her a piece of cake, saying it was “celebration”.
The equality that has never changed has always been able to hand Chu Yiqi a handful of straw, a handful of straw wrapped in silk ribbons, when Chu Yiqi was upset because of Chu Rou.
Avoiding all the sharpness that comes with redemption.
So Xi Ai and Chu Yi expected to leave, and a scripted murder was temporarily replaced by a four-person secret room.
Chu Yiqi and Xi Ai returned home and received a cup of hot milk.
It was early winter outside, and the temperature on my fingertips seemed so hot that it still retained residual warmth after all these years.
The roses in the greenhouse were blooming beautifully, but when I opened the refrigerator, there was a little snowman occupying a single space. He was wearing a hat that Chu Yiqi had when he came back. Next to him was an ugly rabbit from Xi Ai, wearing a plush hairpin that Chu Yiqi hooked up to Xi Ai.
That day, Xi Ai didn’t ask any questions. She just picked a few songs and played them. She and Chu Yiqi curled up on the sofa and read a book all afternoon under a cashmere blanket.
*
Chu Yiqi pinched the tip of his index finger, leaving a faint mark, stood up, and checked with Meng Yike about the afternoon arrangements.
Two hours ago it was a warm and sunny day in early autumn, but now it was just as predicted, the sky was overcast, as if a dark cloud would come over the land at any moment, and then it would rain.
But all members of For 8 went up the mountain.
With pliers and a garbage bag, Yu Nianxi brought a bamboo basket and tried to pick up the fungi in the afternoon with a pair of eyesight of 5.0.
Meng Yike witnessed that Yu Nianxi was holding a basket in one hand, holding a garbage bag in her hand, and dragging pliers with her right hand to collect the garbage. In the end, she just picked up her phone and took a photo, holding back everything she said.
This can be regarded as a For 8 tradition. If you are in one place, you will always go to the suburban mountains and forests one day a week. I don’t know what the use will be, but you will always clean up an area without garbage.
Xi Ai sprayed the spray once, and also sprayed it on Teacher Chu who had already taken care of herself.
Chu Yiqi had no choice but to close his eyes and wait for Xi Ai to finish, then reached out to grab the spray and replaced it with his own mosquito repellent, completely covering up the fragrance of bamboo leaves and mugwort on Xi Ai’s body, turning her into a walking mosquito repellent.
Xi Ai ran away with a smile, but was not spared. While running, she had to pay attention to the garbage and stop from time to time.
Fortunately, Teacher Chu has a job in his eyes. Once he sees a bit of garbage, his mind is filled with work, so the slapstick is just an end.
“I said, who of them is still wearing a mask when they come out? It’s too good for themselves.”
“Who are you, who doesn’t know how to take away the garbage when you go out?” Nie Chuiying gritted his teeth.
Shi Yunshan glanced at her and handed over a pure white water glass: “You’ve been wondering about this for a long time.”
Nie Chuiying didn’t mind at all, and took a sip of passion fruit lemon tea from Shi Yunshan’s water glass. Then she heard Chu Yiqi take over Xi Ai’s first words: “Maybe I think it’s very effective to apply a repair method while basking in the sun, and I just threw it aside to prevent the grass from getting tanned.”
“Then this garbage is really disgusting. The tanning business of the little bug in the grass has failed.” Yu Nianxi’s voice was calm, but the sarcasm was obvious.
Xi Ai laughed and said nothing.
The six people gradually dispersed, so the conversation was basically through the walkie-talkie.
Su Luojian and his two assistants rolled out the picnic blanket earlier and sat down to play Landlords. They waited until it was getting dark before calling the children back.