That is a very quiet boy. He walks to school like me. Many mornings and evenings, he walked in front of me, carrying a big schoolbag as big as mine. What attracted me at first was his white socks. He always wears clean white socks, but his sneakers are often changed, blue, black and purple, and they all look good. He is really quiet, the dust under his feet is good, and he doesn't fly at all. Unlike the boys in our class, they can't be quiet for a minute. They can't walk at all. To put it bluntly, they can only jump.

So he makes me feel novel.

Unconsciously, I like to follow his rhythm, take my time and breathe step by step, which is very comfortable and enjoyable. I often sneak a look at him, some dull and some silly. Some are careless, some are puzzling.

At this point, it is early summer. Every day, we pass a path with shade on both sides. The sunshine is like a naughty child, dripping from the cracks in the tree, occasionally jumping on his back and jumping away. Suddenly I found that I still like his hair, neither too long nor too short, and it sticks to the scalp quietly like others.

Up ahead, it's time for him to turn and stop going my way. So I quickly sneaked a look, then pretended to bury my head in my own way, looking forward to meeting the next morning.

Because of this, it is interesting to study hard every night.

The mid-term exam is coming soon. Actually, I'm not that nervous. My mother is much more nervous than me. In the middle of reading a book, my mother always comes in, hands a fruit or a glass of water, or finds something to say. For example, she often says, "Maiya, it's time to cut your hair, or it will take a lot of time to get up and comb your hair in the morning."

Mother cherishes time very much. I didn't want to contradict her, so I kept silent. I love my long hair. I have to wash my hair every two days. In fact, braiding every morning is my happiest time. From the tip of hair to the tip of hair, and then from the tip of hair to the end of hair, the hair is wrapped around the fingers, emitting a silky light. It's not that my mother doesn't know my hobbies, but she always forces me to do things I don't like, which makes me depressed.

The only way to deal with her is silence.

However, my mother will be dissatisfied with my silence. She would look at me anxiously and say, "Maiya, you can't be too quiet. When you finish the exam, you have to play with Li Duo. Why didn't Li Duo come for so long? "

Li Duo was my deskmate in primary school. We were not in the same school in junior high school, but Li Duo sometimes came to visit me at my house, or went shopping hand in hand with me and went to the video store to pick out CDs. I like listening to music, so I saved money to buy CDs. Pick it out and listen to it all the way home with the walkman. Everyone has an earplug, which seems to kill him. But I'm not sure if she and I are good friends. If not, I have no good friends.

I think the reason why my mother likes Li Duo is that her grades are good and she can go on stage. The more people there are, the more organized she is, and her legs will not shake when she speaks in front of thousands of people. I'm different. As long as there are one or two strangers, my tongue will be knotted, and what I want to say will detour thousands of miles in my heart. When I get to my tongue, I will tie a knot and roll it back into my stomach. I am hopeless.

I wonder if it's the name. Li duo really talks a lot. When we are together, most of us are talking. I know clearly what happened in their class, such as how she was anti-Confucianism when running for monitor, how she handled a love letter from a boy skillfully, and how their class teacher bowed his head and admitted his mistake when he read the wrong word.

Even I know who is interested in who in their class.

Li Duo said that I am a good listener, and you can say anything to me without scruple. But Li Duo and I are really different. There are some things that I will never tell anyone, such as the unknown boy I met on my way to school and after school. If I do this, she will make a fuss about what a boy's back looks like. Maybe, she will laugh at my complicated ideas and want to fall in love.

I don't want to fall in love. I feel bored.

I think it has nothing to do with love to like watching a boy's back.

Moreover, in such an intense study, it is not easy to have something you like.

Li Duo came to my home two months before the exam. I can hardly recognize her. Her hair was cut short, revealing a pointed chin and big eyes. There is a strange smell on my body, which makes me a little dizzy. She said to me gracefully, "Maiya, are you ready?" We are like two streams that have been separated, and will soon merge into the sea together. "

"What's that smell?" I smell my nose.

"Poison. . "Li Duo said proudly," Poisonous perfume was stolen from my mother and spilled a drop or two. "

"Lido," I looked at her again and said, "Why did you cut your hair like this?"

"How can I have time?" Li Duo shouted. "That would be great. I got up late in the morning and didn't dare to look in the mirror and ran to school! "

"You are so lazy." I said, "Get up five minutes early, and everything is settled?"

"That's easy for you to say," she said. "Don't you think five minutes in the morning is more precious than five years?"

Li Duo is really exaggerating, of course I don't think so. Even if I read a book the night before, I will get up on time, braid my hair and go to school cleanly, so that I won't despair of my grades like Li Duo.

Maybe I learned this from my father. My mother always said that I was as slightly neat as my father. Although the word "addiction" is a morbid prefix, I think "mild" should not be regarded as a disease, but a good habit. My father is a businessman. In the eyes of many people, he is an excellent and successful person. He managed a company well and gave my mother and me a rich life. The most important thing is that my father has never lost his temper with me since he was a child. No matter how badly I did in the exam, no matter how ugly my mother looked, my father gently advised her, "Never mind, let Maia take her time."

Dad often goes out on business trips, but he never forgets to bring gifts to my mother and me when he comes back from business trips. What other girls desperately want, I often get it as easy as blowing off dust. My favorite gift is a CD walkman made in Japan. As long as there is enough electricity, I can listen to 120 hours continuously. When I walk alone, I mostly listen. Dad even bought me a beautiful little mobile phone, but I was useless. Dad said it would come in handy when I was admitted to our key high school. My mother once said to me in front of my father, "If you are a son, your father is more willing to spend money."

"Nonsense." Dad is seldom so strict with his mother: "What happened to Maia?"

In principle, I should love my father very much.

My father and I rarely talk. Even when we talk, I feel that we rarely look at each other. I often think in fear that maybe my father is too kind to me and he doesn't really love me.

All this is due to an incident four years ago.

I think I will never forget the unforgettable past.

I remember that day very clearly. It was Friday. The days in spring are very shallow and green. Originally, I was going to the Qin family to learn the piano, but I found that I forgot to bring my music score halfway, so I went home halfway. The moment I opened the door, I saw a strange aunt and father huddled on my sofa, hugging each other tightly, just like a person. Aunt's hair is so long that it almost covers dad's whole face. I stood there in a daze until my father got up from the sofa, and he calmly said to me, "Maia, why are you back?"

"Come back and get the music." My voice is a little shaky.

Aunt stood up, smiled at me, and then flew past like a bird. I smell the fragrance in her hair, which I have never smelled in my mother. My eyes followed her, I saw her colorful skirt draped over my door, and then I turned to look at my father.

Dad stood there softly, and an image that had been high above me just collapsed in my heart, making me dizzy. Then he said to me, "Maiya, forget it."

"Oh." I said.

Dad came over and hugged me on the shoulder and said, "Don't tell your mother."

I pushed him away, but I heard myself say, "All right."

I didn't learn piano that afternoon. I sat on the road by the river and cried for two or three hours. Then I dried my tears and went home. When I got home, my mother was cooking in the kitchen. I smell the smell of fried potatoes. My father is sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. I said hello to them politely, and then sat in front of the piano to review my lessons. I didn't say anything.

For many days after that, I said nothing. I often have an illusion that I will forget this matter, but I often unconsciously feel that this matter is like a blunt old wound without scars, but the pain in those years was still so clear and sharp that I refused to leave.

I don't know if this has made me a quiet girl. I just don't like to talk, but my mother always said that I was a chirping girl when I was a child.

Because of Li Duo's visit, my mother brought up the issue of getting a haircut again. It seems that my long hair has been at odds with her until I get rid of it.

Well, at dinner, my mother said, "Mom will take you to my usual place, cut your hair short and do some nursing. You see, your hair has grown to a fork, and it will turn yellow if it grows any longer. "

"No," I said, "I have a lot of homework at night."

"It won't take long to get a haircut," mom said stubbornly. "I know how to take a walk to relax after supper."

It happened that my father was not at home, and I didn't even have reinforcements, so I had to use the old method and not express my opinions. Sneak back to her room to read while she was washing dishes.

Soon I heard my mother shouting in the living room, "Thank you so much, Master Liu. On-site service is the best. I'm sorry to bother you so late, but my girl is going to take the senior high school entrance examination. Now it's really an inch of time and an inch of gold. "

Startled, I rushed to the door and asked her, "Mom, what are you doing?"

Mom hung up the phone at leisure and said, "aren't you busy?" I can always find someone to cut your hair at home. It won't miss you. You can listen to English tapes while cutting your hair. "

"I don't cut it." I was in a hurry and shouted at my mother, "I said nothing to cut my hair!" " "

"You child!" My mother stood in front of me in doubt and said, "How can you die if you cut your hair short?"

"You tell him not to come, and I won't cut it if he comes." Seeing that I couldn't convince my mother, I had to fight.

This time it was my mother's turn to keep silent, sitting on the sofa silently, ignoring my protest.

Before long, the damn doorbell suddenly rang. Master Liu, who got a haircut, must have entered the door. I heard his mother greet him warmly and was still making him tea or something.

I won't allow anyone to touch my hair!

I have no choice but to lock the door behind me.

As a result, it can be imagined that my mother humbly sent Master Liu away after repeated appeals to the door were invalid. The guest was so angry that he slammed my door and left.

I opened the door and my mother's hair was in a mess. She looked at me haggard and helpless and said, "Tell me, Maiya, why are you so strange?"

"I just don't want to cut my hair." I looked down and said, "Mom, will you stop pushing me?"

My mother reached out and tugged at my braid and said, "With such a long and thick braid, can you tell me which other girl in your school is like this?"

"Why should I be like others!" I talked back.

"The bigger, the more outrageous!" Mother is fierce, "big, have their own ideas, isn't it? Mom can ignore it, right? "

I don't even know what my mother is talking about, and I feel very wronged. Tears fell one by one. Just then, my father pushed the door and came in. Seeing this, he hugged me and said, "Maia, what's the matter?"

Mom said angrily, "Yes, tell your father yourself!" " "

I just cried.

Dad said, "Well, well, I have a father."

Dad's arms are warm. I remember being afraid of thunder when I was a child. Every time the thunder rang, my father held me in his arms and said, "OK, OK, I have a father." The memories of my childhood were so soft that I finally stopped sobbing. But I broke away from his arms unconsciously.

When my father knew what had happened, he scolded my mother and said, "Why do you want her to cut her hair?" Isn't this beautiful? " Let Maiya keep it if she likes it. "

"Good good." Mother said angrily, "When you enter high school, see if your teacher will let you stay!" " "

"Go to which hillside to sing which song", dad said obliquely. "Go and read a book. If you don't get a haircut, your mother will be angry for one night at most. If she doesn't get the point, she will be angry for life! "

"hmm." My voice is so low that I can't hear myself.

The next morning, I was awakened by the heat.

Early in the morning, the sun has been overwhelming, and thick, turbid and dry air poured out of the window. My least favorite summer seems to be really coming. My mother's anger has not completely disappeared. She made breakfast for me with a dark face. I ate two bites at random and went out with a big bag on my back.

I always go to school early and walk slowly on the main road until he passes me and walks in front of me, and my steps will be normal. But I saw his back as soon as I turned the corner today. It seems that he got up earlier than me today. However, his steps seem a little drifting. He was walking, and I saw him squatting on the side of the road.

I passed him slowly, and then walked slowly forward, wondering what happened to him, was he uncomfortable? But I'm almost at the school gate. He hasn't caught up with me. What happened? After thinking about it, I flew back.

He is still squatting in the same place.

I also squatted down and asked him, "Are you all right? What's wrong? "

He looked up and I saw the bean-sized sweat on his forehead, which scared me. He forced out a smile and said, "You are Maya from Class One, Grade Three. I know you. You play the piano very well. "

"hey!" I said, "Do you have a stomachache?"

"It will be fine after a while." He said, "Thank you."

I want to help him up, but I don't know if it's appropriate to help a boy in broad daylight, so I crouched there with him until he said, "Help me up, there will be more people on this road soon."

"Very good." I reached out to help him, but my hands were soft and it took me a long time to pull him up from the ground. Then I said, "Don't go to class. Why not go to the hospital and see what your home phone number is? I'll call you. "

"No need." He quickly waved his hand and said, "It will pass in a minute." As he spoke, he stood up straight and his face seemed better than before.

"Are you all right?" I don't trust to ask.

"That's very kind of you." He smiled, showing his white teeth, pulled his schoolbag around his neck and said, "I'm in your grade, and I'm Lu Tian from Class Two. I am not a celebrity, you must not know me. "

"I hope you are all right," I said. "Goodbye."

"ok." He said, "Thank you. Goodbye. "

I took two steps and heard him say behind me, "Goodbye, pigtail." He called me pigtail! I like this name very much, but I didn't look back, because I didn't want him to see my suddenly red face, so I stepped up and walked away.

I was in a trance in class that day. I didn't expect to know him, and I didn't expect him to know my name and that I can play the piano. When I was in the fifth grade of primary school, I passed the tenth grade of piano and performed once or twice in the school art festival. It seems that his memory is really good.

He said his name was Lu Tian.

To be honest, this name is not very good.

But I haven't seen Lu Tian since that day.

I don't know what happened. Did he change the schedule?

But I don't have much time to think about it, because the senior high school entrance examination is really coming. Li Duo's voice on the phone was so smug: "Maiya, swear to be admitted to Jiangcheng key class and swear to be a deskmate again!"

There is a best high school by the river. With my strength, I don't know if I can pass the exam. My father told me to relax and take me to see the sea whether I took the exam or not. My mother scolded him and said, "Just because you are a father, you don't cheer up the child at this time, and you still hold her back?"

"Let MaiYa relax?" Dad said.

I don't appreciate it. I always thought dad was hypocritical.

I don't know if it's bad for me, but I don't know who to talk to and who to untie me. I'm a little afraid that I'm the kind of person with mental illness mentioned in the book, and I can't see the quiet back, so I'll suffer from loss all day.

The senior high school entrance examination finally failed.

I want to take my grades to the river, even if it costs nothing.

Mom's lips are foaming, either running outside or sitting at home talking on the phone. Li Duo was admitted, but she didn't dare to come to my house for fear of irritating my mother. Locked in my small room all day, writing a long diary, I miss a boy who calls me "pigtail" a little. I wonder how he did in the exam. But anyway, maybe all this has nothing to do with me. I'll never see him again. He is like a good sentence used in an old composition, with only a faint good memory.

In the evening, my mother finally breathed a sigh of relief, because my father said to her, "Don't worry, I found someone, just give me more sponsorship money." I promise to update their computer room. "

"Don't!" I quickly waved my hand and said, "I won't go to school in Jiang Zhong. Don't spend money for me. "

"Don't lie." Mom said, "Even if you don't do well in the exam, do you still want to make your own decisions?"

My father motioned my mother not to make any noise, but my tears had already come down.

"Crying!" Mom said, "You only know how to cry, and you don't know what you are thinking all day!" " "

Dad jerked his mother into their bedroom, and then a man came out and said to me, "Don't blame your mother, she has placed too much hope on you and can't stand the blow of disappointment."

I didn't say anything. It was my fault.

Suddenly I feel that living is meaningless.

The idea gave me a fright. I'm not yet sixteen.

Keren's fate is really so different. Just like Li Duo, she is always so lucky and starry. It really doesn't matter if an ordinary person like me has one more and one less.

Whether I am happy or not, of course I can't be my own master.

Without spending too much money, they went through the admission formalities for me. My father spent almost100000 back and forth. I know they have money, but I don't want them to spend money for me. Next door, Wang Li 18 years old went to study in the United States at public expense. It is really embarrassing for them to spend so much money on a high school.

So I became more and more silent in those days. I don't like talking Li Duo is here, and I have nothing to say. Causing her to touch my face in frustration and sigh.

I said Li Duo, I really don't want to study in the river. If they force me, I will die.

Li Duo says your self-esteem is at work. What did you get from an exam? If you have a good chance, why not seize it? If you study in the same class, who will know who is really admitted and who spends money? When I was in college, I didn't mean who was better than who.

I suspect Lido is my mother's lobbyist.

When I received the admission notice from Jiang Zhong University, my mother's face relaxed a lot. She also whispered to me and took me out for a trip, but I didn't want to go. I would rather stay at home all day.

Li Duo added: "Recently, your alma mater is very famous. Newspaper and TV reported that Lu Tian, a student of your school, had leukemia and was admitted to Jiang Zhong, which was five points higher than the admission line! "

"who!" I jumped up from the table.

"Oh, my God," said Li Duo, "it seems that he is not in your class."

I ran to the living room to read the evening paper, rummaged through newspapers all over the place, and finally found a report: leukemia teenagers are brave enough to resist diseases, and the end of the senior high school entrance examination is good news.

Next to him is his picture.

It's really him. His name is Lu Tian, and he calls me Bian Xiao.

I finally understand why he doesn't like sports like other boys, and why he always leaves school quietly in walking to school.

I'm holding a newspaper and my hands are shaking.

Li Duo said, Maya, are you okay? Why are you reacting so violently?

"Nothing ..." I faltered. "I just see him every day and I don't know that he is ill."

"Isn't that what you said?" Li Duo pointed to the newspaper and read word for word: "I fooled the teachers and classmates at school and achieved such good results with amazing perseverance ..."

I held back until Li Duo left, and I quietly shed tears.

I am suddenly glad that I can go to Jiang Zhong to study, but leukemia sounds terrible. Can we still be classmates?

I dare not think about it any more.

I decided to go to the hospital to see Lu Tian.

Mom is glad to know that I'm going out. She said, "just don't shut up at home every day, go out to play."

"Mom," I said, "can you give me some pocket money?"

Mom readily took out a hundred dollars and said, "It's hot. If you are tired of shopping, go to KFC with Li Duo. Don't rush home. "

I nodded and accepted.

Actually, I want to buy Lu Tian a bunch of flowers with money. I know it's best to visit patients with flowers, because flowers can make the ward more lively and represent the expectation of good wishes.

I want to say to him, "I hope to be your classmate."

Lu Tian is very famous. I asked his room number as soon as I asked.

When I showed up at the door of his ward with flowers, he sat up straight and looked at me in surprise. I found him paler, with loose hair and eyebrows.

"Pig tail," he said, "have you come to see me?"

I said, "Sorry, I don't read newspapers and seldom watch TV, so I just found out today."

Lu Tian said to his mother, "Mom, this is a pig's tail. I see her on my way to school every day. Maybe it's just me and her walking to school. "

Lu Tian's mother is very kind. She took the flowers in my hand, called me to sit down, and then went out with a water bottle.

I can never talk. I don't know what to say as soon as I sit down.

Lu Tiandao: "I didn't expect you to come."

"When will you leave the hospital?" I said, "I also study in Jiang Zhong. If only we were in the same class. "

"yes." Lu Tian said: "It's great. Your twist braid is really beautiful. I first noticed that you are your twist braid, but you should not always walk with headphones, especially when crossing the road, otherwise it is not safe! "

No boy has ever talked to me so attentively, and I didn't expect him to observe me so attentively Quickly said, "I went to live in high school, but I can listen to it on the bus when I go home on weekends."

"Whose songs do you like?" He asked me.

"Not necessarily, ok, I will listen."

"It's good to hear you sing, your voice is really nice. But I want to know why a lovely girl like you is always alone? "

"Don't praise me." I said, "I don't think I'm cute at all."

"Nonsense!" Lu Tian looked at me and said, "You are talking nonsense." Then he took out a book from under the pillow and handed it to me, saying, "Would you like to have a look?" I wrote all the poems myself. I wanted to be a writer, but now it seems that I can't. "

"What did you say? What do you mean,no. "

"Ha ha." Lu Tian smiled happily and said, "But it's good to have pigtails as my readers."

I walked out of the hospital with Lu Tian's notebook in my hand. I suddenly found that I haven't said so many words for a long time, and my tongue is dry and tight.

Actually, it's easy to talk.

I read Lu Tian's poems in the light.

His poems are really good. I really turned to a poem called braided hair. This poem is written like this:

see

see

In the early morning sun

A fleeting landscape

This is your beautiful twist braid

It's me/kloc-a boy of 0/6 years old.

Dare not be known

Sweet but humble thoughts

……

My heart is pounding.

Is this addressed to me? Is this a love poem? /kloc-love poems written by boys aged 0/6?

Whether it is or not, I am so satisfied. I saw my beauty for the first time. From the eyes of a boy, that kind of beauty really makes people feel uneasy and can't bear to give up.

Even if I am called shameless, I will think so.

After that, I often went out, and my parents didn't know. Actually, I went to the hospital to accompany Lu Tian.

When I go, it's usually noon. In the long corridor of the hospital, I am often the only one who rings the bell. I'm used to the smell of soda, but I still feel a little good. Lu Tian said that he could recognize my footsteps and knew I was coming when I was still far away.

I said, "School will start soon, and I will soon know that we are not in the same class."

Lu Tian said, "Boy, whether you and I are in the same class, you should find a good friend. You are always alone, and living on campus will be lonely. Turn on the water at night and you will be afraid. "

"I have a good friend who has also been admitted to Jiang Zhong. Her name is Li Duo, but her words are really much better. I dare not bring her to see you, for fear that you will be annoyed. "

"Hehe." Lu Tian said, "I really prefer girls who are not so talkative."

I returned his poems to him. He asked me, "Have you seen it?"

I nodded.

He suddenly smiled mysteriously.

I think I know what he is laughing at, and of course I won't say it.

I bought him a beautiful poem reader. He leaned back in bed and listened to me read him a poem. The voice was very thin and suddenly turned very red. I gave the nurse a sweet smile when she looked at me.

Then she asked me and said, "You are brother and sister. You look really alike. "

"yes." Lu Tian said, "Xiaozi is my sister. She is three days younger than me. "

On the third day after saying this, Lu Tian was dying. When I went to his bedside, there were already many people around. Then I heard him say, "get out of the way and let the pigtails in."

He really recognized my footsteps.

I approached him and heard his gentle breathing. His hair and eyebrows are gone, but he still looks so clean and fresh. He smiled gently and said to me, "Bian Xiao, can I touch your braid?"

I held back my tears, nodded and buried my body.

The boy's white palm slowly reached over, and then he gently held my braid. He holds it so lightly, but I feel heavy. People can hardly stand. Then I saw him take my braid to his lips and kiss it gently. Then I heard him say, "Bian Xiao, remember to find a good friend, or you will be lonely alone."

This is the last sentence Lu Tian told me.

"Piggy tail, remember to find a good friend, or you will be lonely."

When Li Duo and I finished this story, Li Duo's tears had already flowed into a river. She hugged me in despair and said, "Maiya, Maiya, your story is really beautiful. You are really good at telling stories. You are so lucky, you are like the heroine in the movie. "

At this time, we will start school.

I heard that girls are not allowed to have long hair in the new school, but I found that I am not so persistent. I can cut off my pigtails, be kissed by a 16-year-old boy named Lu Tian, and be locked in the drawer of my 16-year-old youth with his poems. I will never forget it.

I sat next to my piano again. I haven't played for a long time I told Li that I would play an old tune well, which was Beethoven's destiny. I played a little carried away, and the sound of the piano flew over the window, splashing the summer sunshine. I heard the roar of my father's motorcycle. He should go home. I would like to welcome him back with my wonderful piano sound. Because I finally understand that in the face of the thinness and crispness of life, all mistakes are so worthy of forgiveness. No matter how old you are, as long as you are alive, you have a chance to correct it.

Why do you always worry about a little thing?

Between performances, I freed a hand and kissed my braid.

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