Pale memory, blood red under a willow
Everywhere are warm throughout the summer, the school wall with five willow species. She was under the willow trees in the third branch from a drawing board, carefully painted iron fence outside of a river. Noise, clutter basketball pop sound, as well as screaming girls in the expansion of the campus from an invisible membrane, invisible to show off the youth.
Every time she sticks from the easel, broke away as a barrier, as isolated. Placid, a rice paper outlines an aesthetic lines.
"She has painted a picture sixty-eight lawn." On the second floor window, Meng Yang watched the girl make her curious, launched a stay. Seems something that makes him the only school daze read like.
Her name is Zou Chong Asia, a very interesting name. He and her neighbors, who just moved here less than a year. Miracle is that she never said a word to him, if she did not say, "Yes, ah, oh", Meng Yang will she be as dumb.
Her home is the battlefield better, will be issued each day thrilling cries. At first, Meng Yang's father at their home a pull, then they have got used to. Often at dinner next to the bowl will fall in the district where the voice echoed. Understanding of the family looked on as one, and then eating their own.
In this environment, she is always black and blue. Meng Yang Meng Yang's father to bring food to school, and then opened the door and push the bike, he happened to see her, and saw the scars on her face. With tape wrapped around behind the backs of the many items on the drawing board. Her hair was messy, is intentionally used to block the swelling of the face of the Green marks. It was a bit distressed.
2.
"I heard a man named Zou washed three Six Asian girls get a famous school admission notice it!"
"I have heard it is still very beautiful."
Those girls whispering to each other, whispered all day alone with the willow trees in the third branch from the drawing board following the girl. Meng Yang ears listen carefully, a little bit about her, in spite of all surfaces.
She rode a bicycle through the whole piece poplar trees shade the entire film, riding the fast, will be distributed behind. A bend, she was grinding to a brick, fell to the ground.
Meng Yang from her side rode slowly, thinking that she would weep, or get up to see him, get some help. Meng Yang a little disappointed, she just patted him in the earth, back on its feet, the blood soaked his pants leg. Like a stubborn child.
It definitely hurts. A glimpse of the dust and wounds her, silent heart Meng Yang said. He rode back and asked her if she needs help Mody. She shook her head, biting his lips bicycle.
When Meng Yang returned home, he saw her mother was raising his arm and fell on her face. Disgusting mouth curses "dead girl, how did killed you, not your clothes, wash it."
Whispered the neighbors are, no one stepped forward to stop it. Hand and lift will fall, Meng Yang some distressed, and took both her hands and said: "not that dirty clothes, as it?"
"Our family was on the wheel do you close?" She tossed the head of curly hair, and Meng Yang does not seem to intend to mercy. Meng Yang's mother was seen in the next, there is no curse.
Meng Yang's mother came forward grabbed his son's arm back, whisper: "You charge a good person, do not move things." Slammed the door shut, only to hear the door bang and bang Genghen beaten .
3.
"You have not graduated from University of exceptional admit you, you on it?"
"No, not on."
Meng Yang boring some of asked for it, said, after these two, is a very long silence. Two people do not see the quiet beauty of the evening, time seemed to be somewhat lengthy. Willow trees outside this very humid air, mixed with the fragrance of the soil, sludge smell, the smell down imaginary line of sight is get very real. Her skilled watercolor painting on paper, the red pigment has been used up, the vial has been squeezed dry into a ball.
She painted the house special lawn and creek clean water and very slow, very symbol of her temper. Sunset the sun is very soft, she likes disheveled hair, some red light through the hair, but also pure than those pigments, Meng Yang see some fascinating.
"That thank you."
"Ah? Oh, all right." Meng Yang carries the package with her unexpected, he told her cart midnight, not the least bit emotional tone, Meng Yang some depressed.
Through the crowded after school, came before the willow, but also to look at her painting. Have no desire to see her fingers back and forth. Hesitated a moment, Meng Yang took out a box of paints from the bag, handed it to her. Some embarrassed, afraid she thinks is his compassion for her, they said nothing to the paint on her eyes, a full five seconds.
"I do not need." She said coldly, his tone in some loss, but it sounds very strong.
"This paint has been in my drawer for almost a year, and if you do not know will not expire." What a bad excuse, Meng Yang said after a bit sorry.
"You do not need to pity me. That the new paint is first entered, I had seen this morning."
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