Stephy's voice is still slender and lingering, which is very suitable for singing Faye Wong's songs. Seemingly casual sadness cuts into the soul of the song. Haitao always thought that she must be a female singer in the future.

Rose is a girl who likes to wear a double-breasted sweater, plus a pair of tightly washed jeans and a pair of white sneakers that are always clean. Long bangs often cover one eye, so Haitao often sees her other eye smiling, and the eye hidden in bangs becomes more mysterious.

Haitao often looks at Rose's face inexplicably in class. He likes her eyes hidden in the bangs, and he is often inexplicably excited because he fantasizes about taking a look. He also likes her clean and slender fingers like onions and her sad and lingering voice. Sometimes he even thinks he likes everything about roses.

Haitao called her name in her dream and woke up sweating profusely.

The cold moonlight was pale and lonely through the closed glass window.

He thought, maybe this is love. If it snows at Christmas, it will be the best time to express it.

He felt a gentle touch, slowly melting into his blood. The love of youth is a lively little beast, which makes it difficult for him to fall asleep for a long time.

The music teacher is a middle-aged man with long hair and a full face of beard. He likes cucurbit flute very much and often plays his own music during recess. Many students are busy with their homework under the table and are indifferent to the classical music in class. For them, music seems to be a kind of self-deprecating noise, which is always put aside in a corner and sung in a low voice alone.

Haitao always looks at Rose, and Rose always bows her head and listens to the melody of music, always smiles gently, swings her head and body slowly and rhythmically, occasionally changes her sitting posture and is immersed in music again.

Rose dreams in music, and Haitao dreams in roses.

In the music class, the teacher is playing his original masterpiece. Rose stood up in the surprised eyes of everyone, looking a little shy because she was shy. Finally, she summoned up her courage and said, Teacher, can I try?

Screams broke out in the teacher, and the eyes of middle-aged people rarely brightened.

Her playing movements are a little stiff, but she still plays the tune completely, and the melody is a little uneasy. Rose was panting and flushed with excitement after playing the song. ...

The teacher stood up from his seat and clapped hard. He can't help but be moved by it. It was the first time that his works were in full bloom in the hands of a young life, and his voice was hoarse in class.

At that moment, Haitao realized that he was too mediocre to be friends with Rose. ...

Haitao's class has been neglected for a long time. He changed from a good boy in the eyes of the teacher to a useless lazy student. But he doesn't care, and neither does he.

On warm afternoons, he often lies on his back on the grass in the playground, watching the boy whose head is soaked with sweat running around chasing football. The sun gently stayed on his eyelashes, and he saw the gorgeous colors it radiated. The sky is dotted with a few fine white clouds, wandering aimlessly and fluttering. He thought, are they lonely, too

Standing outside the piano room, he heard the uneven laughter of the music teacher and Ross. Strong jealousy made him look through the crack of the door: a man's decadent and wretched face, a rose's blushing face because of shyness, a man's old and trembling hands, and a rose's still clean and slender fingers. ...

A flash of lightning flashed across Haitao's mind. At the moment when his body was about to rush in, his brain ordered him to "roll, roll!" "

Why flatter yourself! A dog man and a dog woman!

Haitao stumbled to the sunny playground again, then shouted "OK-"to a fastball thrown by a boy, and then squatted on the grass in pain, tears kept pouring out.

two

He waited for her in the corridor where he studied by himself next night, with few classmates. He knew that she would come downstairs late every day.

The air in late winter is cold and heavy. He wrapped up a heavy down jacket and leaned nervously against the railing of the stairs. The low hum of cold air pouring into the corridor kept coming, and he felt like a silly fool.

She wore a pink scarf and walked slowly past him with her hands in her arms. He looked at her undulating chest and listened to her weak breathing. It was not until Ross walked around the corner that he remembered the purpose of standing here ... He ran after her, and Ross turned around and looked at his face with a little surprise.

This conversation doomed him to be a loser from the beginning. He still clearly saw those flowers that had been blooming for a long time, but they gradually withered because of the cruelty of reality, but he was unwilling to try to save them, but he was exhausted after all.

"Why?" Haitao asked clearly and gently, as if he were asking himself.

Ross is more and more surprised: "Why?"

"You and that nasty old man!"

"Which annoying person?"

"That bad old man who can only blow gourd!"

Ross didn't shout, cry or defend himself. She just looked at the boy in front of her quietly, her eyes were dim, and then she smiled gently. She said, "What does this have to do with you?"

Haitao thought Rose would vigorously defend her so-called innocence, and even prepared to be severely slapped.

However, in the face of Ross's disapproval, he could only smile feebly.

He said, "I'm sorry, I mistook you for someone else."

At the moment he turned around, Ross's clean fingers hit him hard in the face. He smiled pale again and said to himself, "I used to love, but now I love. Love is a dirty person!" " "

He didn't realize how much his rudeness had hurt Ross.

Gossip spreads around like a fast-moving pathogen. After discussion is suppressed by books, it becomes an outlet, while roses become gossip. What Haitao sees is still the smile of Rose's other eye-there are no classmates around her who can communicate with her, and all the female classmates call her a busker.

Haitao sometimes defends Rose in his mind: maybe she was forced, maybe she wasn't what he saw that day, but all kinds of strong words and cover-ups finally made him feel ridiculous. She is an island. Even if she is farther and farther away from him, he knows that it is still a mysterious place, tempting him to move forward.

Until one day, a handsome guy who waited for Rose to leave school every day appeared in front of the window, wearing a fashionable Korean hairstyle, a gray turtleneck, a pair of white slacks and a pair of heavy riding boots. The appearance of Prince Charming made Rose more isolated and jealous. What remains unchanged is her crying voice. She often sits in the corner of the classroom, singing Faye Wong's Heaven and Earth in a low voice, and Haitao is still her loyal audience.

Ross and that handsome guy are in love, and they spread all over the campus. Many students are jealous. Envy is the innate instinct of human beings. Everyone is selfish and has established a narrow self-esteem.

Haitao always feels lost every time he sees Rose holding the man and disappearing at the end of the line of sight with a smile. He realized again that maybe he was not even qualified to be Ross's friend.

When the handsome man fell to the ground, Tao suddenly felt a slight happiness.

His blood gushed from the corners of his mouth, with the pleasure of hitting people. It is difficult for a person to evaluate his courage. Even if he is weak, his wildness is ignored by his subconscious.

When he saw the tears of roses, they were surging and desperate tears, he suddenly felt that many people were wrong, and he couldn't tell why, just like some intuition convinced him.

When Haitao picked up the brick and rushed out, his mind was in a daze. I don't know if it is because of the tears of roses or because of the long-lost softness in his heart.

There was blood all over the floor. When Haitao fell to the ground, he heard the dull sound of bricks hitting his head. The smell of blood made him almost vomit. Then, he saw Ross's low face and closed his eyes quietly.

Up to now, when Haitao mentioned this to everyone, his face was still incredible. He always smiled gently, then touched the scar that was still clear on his forehead and said that many changes were in the impulse of that second.

three

Once he played cucurbit silk for a student, and he couldn't play it anymore. He hugged his head in pain, his body trembled violently, and then he kept running, with a voice of fear in his mouth. Maybe he is crazy without any warning, but some substances in his brain are suddenly lost, and no one knows why.

On the eve of being taken to the hospital, he fell off the roof, leaving the misinformer with a mystery that will never be solved.

From then on, two figures can often be seen outside the piano room. This handsome, clean boy named Zhou Wei leans against the railing of the stairs, while Ross buries his face in the shadow of the stairs and plays a tune that many people are familiar with with with the cucurbit silk. Two figures seem to be guarding a ceremony: one is praying and the other seems to be blessing.

Maybe the music teacher is really someone Rose loves. Many people began to sympathize with Ross. This is an unequal love, and Ross may just be an admirer.

But everything is just a guess. No one can go near Ross again. She is so sensitive that she has built a tight fortress for herself. Every day, she is accompanied by the clean and handsome boy with Korean hairstyle.

"They are a perfect couple. Maybe they will get married in the future, "a girl told Haitao.

A newspaper in Haitao laughed: "Everyone can get married, but we don't know if there will be such a blessing in the end.

This "rich second generation" boy named Lin Xin, once again with a few arrogant boys, combatively stopped Zhou Wei on the way of Ross and Zhou Wei breaking up.

His expression is the expression of a man who can give up everything and have nothing. He told Zhou Wei that if you don't leave Rose, you will stick this cold knife into your chest.

Zhou Wei is used to these playboys, and she moves on with a cold expression. Never give in to anyone in the face of love.

Just another broken head. He doesn't care anymore. However, Lin Xin is already a madman who has lost his mind. When the knife plunged into Zhou Wei's flesh and blood, everyone was at a loss, while Zhou Wei fell in a pool of blood, waiting for the trial of time.

When Haitao found Zhou Wei and took him to the hospital, it was already late.

Who is wrong, who is wrong! When Ross was crying, Haitao saw Liu Mingxiang Li Hai's eyes, tears kept pouring out, and her other eye was full of tears.

She said, I have nothing. Because of a game set by fate, there is nothing we can do.

From then on, in the corridor of the piano room, the boy who leaned against the railing and listened to the rose playing the cucurbit flute changed from Zhou Wei to Haitao, still looking like a guardian ceremony: one was praying and the other seemed to be blessing.

Haitao went to the station to see Ross off. She is going to transfer to a distant city in Guangdong.

It was Christmas Eve and snowflakes were flying all over the sky. He still remembers his promise that if it snows at Christmas, it will be an opportunity to express it.

Rose looked at the sky of the city where she had lived for nearly twenty years. In addition to the rotating and flowing snowflakes, there is only the rustling north wind, which is a farewell ceremony.

He said: It may be difficult to see you again. Can you show me your eyes under your bangs?

Haitao saw the smile in her other eye, but it seemed far away.

She lifted her bangs and said, "This is my tearful eyes. Everyone's vulnerability is hard to share with others. I need to hide my vulnerability. This is my tearful left eye. "

Haitao finally saw the way the rose lifted her bangs. Both eyes were smiling at him, but they were so far apart. ...

When the train was about to start, Ross turned and disappeared into the depths of the carriage.

They didn't say goodbye. They know goodbye is just a distant promise.

Haitao finally failed to say that he loved roses, although he knew in his heart that it was no longer important.

In this bustling and noisy northern city, in this snowy Christmas, Ross's story is just a legend: she has a tearful left eye, whose love her tears took away is always a mystery. ...