Pictures of pomegranates

Chapter 2 Zhongyuan Festival

Originally, because people have become accustomed to the lack of domestic architectural aesthetics, buildings with similar vulgar shapes will not attract much attention from people. At most, they can be regarded as a mocking topic similar to a certain pair of underpants.But as luck would have it, people in the Weili Building have inexplicable accidents every year. According to informal statistics from enthusiastic people who eat melons, there is an eerie regularity in the month and number of people who have such accidents.

On the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, Taoism calls it the Ghost Festival, Buddhism calls it the Bon Festival, and people commonly call it the Ghost Festival.On the campus of Xin'an University, there is an unofficial statistical chart of Weili Building accident data circulating. From it, it can be clearly seen that the key points of the so-called pattern are three days before and after the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month.

Moreover, according to the statistical chart, the accidental protagonists have always been men and women alternately. This matter has never changed almost since the Weili Building was built.In other words, if a girl had an accident in Weili Building last year, then the person who had an accident in Weili Building this year will definitely be a boy.

This unreliable conclusion makes people in Xin'an feel unspeakable panic about Weili Building, especially in the seventh month of the lunar calendar every year.In order to dispel such unreliable rumors, Xin'an University has taken many strong measures, even going so far as to lock down the Weili Building at the beginning of the seventh lunar month.However, the facts show that all this is useless. Human beings are always so small in the face of the unknown. Something should happen in the Weili Building.

In the end, the school was unable to justify itself and attributed all the causes of the accident to pressure. Pressure was indeed a good reason.

The elderly have health pressure, children have study pressure, married men and women have middle-aged pressure, and college students without money have even more pressure to survive.Faced with the cruel reality that employers find it difficult to find migrant workers with a salary of RMB 3000, but only college students with a salary of RMB 3000 can be easily found, the lives of students from prestigious schools are not as easy as before.The difficulty of life makes accidents become no surprises, so this explanation seems very natural.But since then, the Weili Building on the [-]th day of the seventh lunar month has become a taboo in Xin'an University that no one dares to challenge.

But at this time, Zhang Zhaodi had finished her day's work and was completely immersed in the joy of returning home. She couldn't put it down and read over and over again the "Pictures of Pomegranates", unaware that it was already the seventh month of the lunar calendar.Before going to bed, Zhang Zhaodi prepared to put the picture album on her treasured bookshelf. She read the useless books on the wall and painted for 14 years. She was still an ordinary university liberal arts student who could not find her favorite job.

Her hobbies are just like her. In Xin'an University, they are all useless in the eyes of the leaders.

"It's a pity that there are no carriages and horses here, and the green moss is upside down and the crimson flowers are falling. Isn't this what you are talking about?" Zhang Zhaodi sighed, couldn't help but open the booklet again, and gently touched the largest pomegranate picture.

In an instant, a sharp thorn seemed to grow on the paper, cutting her finger, and a drop of bright red blood fell on the stamen of the flower heart.

"That's right, I'm talking about you. People like you have no need to exist in Xin'an University!" A harsh voice sounded in Zhang Zhaodi's mind.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Zhaodi suddenly felt strange and trembled all over. After her legs softened, she sat down on the sofa.

"Auditory hallucinations? Am I really suffering from depression?" Zhang Zhaodi thought in fear.

Although she has long been unable to feel any happiness in her life, and her uncontrollable low self-esteem, sensitivity and pessimism have become more and more intense after she was not recognized, respected and affirmed on a daily basis, she has been working hard to save herself.

But at this time, her brain seemed to explode, completely out of Zhang Zhaodi's control. Countless negative thoughts emerged overwhelmingly, and her head began to hurt violently. "You will definitely not be able to sign up for direct employment. Director Fu will definitely harm you. Everyone will look down on you!" The harsh voice screamed in his mind even more loudly.

Zhang Zhaodi shook her head crazily and said excitedly: "No, no, I'm scaring myself! Believe that everything will be fine, everything will be fine, it will definitely be fine!"

With that said, she quickly stood up and rushed to the pill box, swallowing several sleeping pills in one breath.

Sleep, enough sleep, will surely rid you of this sound.Then, the panicked Zhang Zhaodi threw herself on the bed, covered her head with the quilt and prayed that she could fall asleep immediately.

And the voice in her mind was still shouting wildly: "You are lying to yourself. Ah Q's spirit is really terrible. Poor people must be hateful! You will definitely lose the opportunity for direct employment! In the future, you will not have any If you work without money, your life will definitely get worse and worse!"

"No, no, stop, I will be fine!" Zhang Zhaodi shook his head and wailed in pain.

Time passed like this little by little, and as her sleepiness became more and more intense, the harsh voice in her brain finally disappeared completely...

From that day on, this harsh voice always lived in Zhang Zhaodi's mind. Every moment, it tried its best to remind Zhang Zhaodi how miserable her life was, how failed her life was, and how miserable she was. There is such a thing as a supernumerary wart.Zhang Zhaodi gradually felt that she was suffering from severe depression, but she did not have the courage to go to the hospital for medical treatment. Her status as a labor dispatch had long made her breathless. If there was another professional diagnosis of mental problems, how would she survive?

However, this kind of torture was too painful. In just one week, Zhang Zhaodi lost ten pounds, and people around her thought she was losing weight.No one knew the pain behind her weight loss, just like no one understood the suffering she endured at Xin'an University until her boyfriend Fan Guang became the last straw for her.

The Weili Building on July [-]th can be called the gate of hell visible to the naked eye. No one in the know would choose to go there for a stroll at this time.However, the moment Zhang Zhaodi opened Fan Guang's car door and stepped out of the car, both she and Fan Guang forgot about today.Otherwise, she would never have asked Fan Guang to park the car in front of the Weili Building not far from the office building in order to avoid hearing a few gossips from her colleagues.

Just when Zhang Zhaodi stood firm beside the car, a classmate suddenly fell from the upstairs of Weili. A small sticky and hot blood spot was like a fragment of a firework that exploded in mid-air. There was no suspense. It splashed onto the stunning red tight dress she was wearing.

The red blood on the red dress did not stir anything strange. The blood stains calmed down in an instant, just like the classmate who had stopped moving as soon as he landed.At the same time, many onlookers suddenly appeared around Zhang Zhaodi. They swarmed to the scene of the accident and started shouting and discussing.

(End of this chapter)