The mobile phone rings constantly at the bedside, ringing for a long time, like a car honking one hand in a crowd, but the pedestrian is still indifferent, also like a calm lake, many do not know the direction of the strange stone, severely smashed into it, a wave after a wave to the outside, the stone is heavily smashed into the bottom of the lake, these inexplicable things, also smashed into his heart, Deeply.
It should rain outside the window, remember very clearly, the rain he looked forward to for a long time, hot days, like a pool of water slowly evaporating, sending out a smelly taste, he was shirtless during the day, hiding at home blowing a fan, is waiting for a rain, go out, let him shower my body, because it is 24 hours in let me sweat.
The night is slowly approaching, the rain outside, although small, like the zipper on the body, dead, not a little angry, others do not understand how he stayed in the room, should be outside, but sitting next to the mobile phone, a little silly, it is not a problem with the ear, let the bell wanton, in addition to its sound, only their own rapid breathing sound, but the rhythm is getting weaker and weaker, Seems to be a piece of plastic was covered breathing, waiting for the moment of tear, but his mind is not here at all, finally he seemed a little impatient, or seems to have some expectations, although I do not know how many times the phone is remembered, he finally connected the phone, with a heavy voice said: “You think?”
The other side of the phone said, “No, that’s not my happiness, let’s break up.”
He is more stupid, is this still the result, not during the day to make peace? Weren’t we just laughing and swearing on the phone yesterday? Not what I said a few days ago, you are my only, you do not marry, do not you do not marry? Didn’t we run down the street hand in hand a long time ago? Those zebra crossings may have the mark left by your ice cream, perhaps under the tree on the road, there is a place where we lie, I still want to be your wheel, I still your steering wheel, but you don’t want it… He said a lot at once.
Soon the call went “toot toot…” The voice, he tears, tears from the face of some marks slowly flowing down, he seemed to be the second time for her cry, remember the first time or at that time, he remembered very clearly.
It was when he was very low, and I do not know what hit him, he did not care about anything, like to stay away from this place, in that a little dark night, but clearly can see the appearance of people, he was very angry and ran out of the classroom, perhaps extremely sad, on the road saw the teacher and classmates did not say hello, he was like a gust of wind from the students and teachers around Through the past, he just wanted to escape from this place of trouble, to a place where he did not want anything, so he ran to the playground with a full breath, where he ran wildly until he spent the last bit of strength on his body, and then quietly fell down.
Round after round, he seemed to run more and more excited, but how to vent his depression? So I gave a few minutes to think, stopped my feet, and walked slowly on the runway, step by step, taking very small steps, lowering my head… He looked at her for a long time, the two eyes interlaced in a line, tears also flowed out like today, but full of emotion, perhaps this kind of emotion is a kind of love, he said in a sad voice: “How did you come, you should not come” (he was afraid of delaying her study, in his heart still very much hope that she came).
“She said, as if worried (though she wished she didn’t feel that way); “I don’t know. I came here when your seat was empty. It took me a long time to find you.”
At this time he found himself completely in love with such a girl.
Now her cry is not sobbing, but shabu shabu to flow down, the more I think of the past, the more heartache, a cone of heart pain, perhaps, at this moment to understand, such a sentence “come out of the feeling is what, straight teach people to live and die.” The more he thought about it.
At this time this room has been unable to hold him, especially his heart, only she can warm up his heart, can not help but dial her phone again, but it is still that sentence: “You dial the user has been turned off.”
It was past midnight, and he looked up at the ceiling with broken eyes, and though sweat and tears soaked his clothes and his mattress, they were not in one city, but in another world, two different worlds, in their hearts.
He rolled over feebly, looking a little numb, and began to walk around the room, thinking, anyway, that he would be ready to go to her as soon as the morning broke, perhaps for the last time, he thought and thought, but Mother had just come back, leave to come back to see me, so the more he thought about it, the more irritable he became, and he did not know what to do. At either end of the road, he did not know which way to go, and he cried again, this time with more pain, such a sad sound.