七月初七

我站在楼顶，傍晚的时候，风很大，大的不像是这个季节才有的。
七层之下的，有很多的人在进出这栋图书馆。
没有人发现我在这儿，风吹动我的黑发，我在风里颤抖，脸上感受不到眼泪的经过。
楼下的地面很白，像我身上白色雪纺纱长裙一样的纯洁，像儿时妈妈的怀抱，我想拥抱它，也想它拥抱我。
我闭上了眼睛……

图书馆内，这个男孩，已经整整看了我四十分钟，从他进来坐在我对面的那刻起。
我没有抬头，静静的看着手里的《白话》。
又过了三十分钟，馆内结束的铃声响起，我起身出去，在门口，看见他站在我面前。

他伸出手：“你好，我是皓，经管三系的，很高兴能够认识你。
”那笑容在昏暗的灯光里显很灿烂，露出雪白的牙齿。

我点点头，越过他的身边，跟在一对挽着手的恋人身后，轻轻的走。
那男生正对偎依着他的女朋友说着笑话，那女生笑的花枝乱颤，声音刺耳，笑的我心乱如麻。
我转身欲走，却撞上一个高大的身体。
我抬头，对上他惊讶的眸子，我慌不择路，匆匆而逃。

一连数日， 我都在图书馆遇到他，每次，他都早早的到了，占了一个位子，我一进来，便向我招手，我心里冷笑，我还需要有人照顾么？！但我依然入座，依然坐到铃声响起。

这一日，他推过一张纸，上面写着“我们是朋友了，是吧！” 我不置可否，我跟他，永远都做不了朋友，永远！ 还是在门厅，他跟在我身后，突然说道，“棱子……” 我面无表情的面对他，虽然我好奇的想知道他如何知晓我的名字，只见他让在那里，递过来一本书，原来是我的《白话聊斋》，上面有我的名字，是前几天慌乱之中掉下的。

“我们，是朋友了，是吧”

他尴尬的搔搔头，微微红了脸，我看着他，突然觉的无力，我点点头。
他笑了，很兴奋。

“让我送你回去吧！”

“不用。
”

“可是天这么晚了……”

“我说了不用！!!!”

黑夜，才是我真正的归宿。
撇下他，我向校园深处走去。
前面，是我天天见着的那对恋人。
而皓，他就在我身后，跟着我，我知道.

一月过去，我每夜飘荡在那对恋人边上，麻木的看着他们在我眼前嘻笑，心早就没有了痛，但我不知道自己为什么还不愿离去，在我的身边，是皓。

“你很爱他？” 我不知道 。

“为何你的眼中满是绝望的凄然” 我有吗？

“听说，上个月自杀的女生是他的前任女友，这女的是她的好友” 我无言。

“你住工南是吧”

“你跟踪我”

“不，我只是不放心你，你的眼睛流露的东西让我心疼” 那是因为我的感情被上帝愚弄。

我看着他，“如果，我们早点认识……”

“现在还来的及”他飞快的说。

我脸上，满是冰冷。
“明晚，你到工南找我，我告诉你一切”

我飘浮在夜空中，看着皓走进工南，冷冷看着他红着脸同门房的大妈争执，冷冷的看着他的身边围着一大堆人，七嘴八舌的说个不停，冷冷的看着她们拿出像册。
冷冷的看着他惨白着脸，走出。

他抬头，眼眶里晶莹的泪珠划下，他看见了我，看见我浮在工南门前那棵梧桐边，我转身，穿过身后的那道墙，消失在他面前……

我站在当初坠楼的楼顶，面对深沉的夜，夜凉如水。
这是个被我过早放弃的世界，如今，人鬼殊途，是是无法改变的事实。
今天，农历七月初七，在我死后的，第四十九个夜晚……

Introduce:I stand in building top, towards evening when, wind is very big, big unlike is some of this seasonal ability.
7 campus under, the person that has a lot of is in pass in and out this library.
Discover without the person I am here, wind puffs my black hair, I am asp in wind, the course that is less than tear is experienced on the face.
Downstair ground is very white, grow the chasteness like skirt like spinning of snow of the white on my body, resemble when mom's bosom, I want to embrace it, also think it embraces me.
I closed eye …… library inside, this boy, had seen me 40 minutes full, come in quarter cases from him.
I did not look up, look at a hand silently in " colloquial Liao Zhai " .
Spent half an hour again, the bell noise that ends inside the house rises, I rise go out, in the doorway, see he stands before me.
He reachs a hand: "Hello, I am bright, institute of be in charge of of 3 departments, very glad to can know you.
" that smile is shown in dim lamplight very bright, bare snow-white tooth.
I nod, beside cross him, with the lover back that pulling a hand in a pair, gently go.
That schoolboy is depending on his girlfriend to saying jest to lean close to, then the beautiful branch chaos of schoolgirl laugh quivers, voice is shrill, I what laugh am utterly confused.
My face about is about to go, however dash against a lofty body.
I look up, to going up his open-eyed pupil, I am confused not choose road, hasty and escape.
In succession counts day, I encounter him in the library, every time, he early arrived, took a place, I come in, to my beck, sneer in my heart, do I still need somebody to take care of? ! But I still am entered, still sit to bell noise.
This day, he has pushed a piece of paper, writing above " we are friends, yes! " my not express an opinion, I follow him, cannot become a friend forever, forever! Still be in vestibular, he follows in my back, abrupt say, "Arris child …… " expressionless faces my range he, although I want curiously to know him how witting my name, see he lets be over there only, give come over a book, be me so " colloquialism talks about fast " , there is my name above, drop in fluster a few days ago.
"We, be a friend, be " he is scratched awkwardly scratch a head, slightly red face, I look at him, what become aware suddenly is faint, I nod.
He laughed, very excited.
"Let me send you to go back! " " need not.
" " but the day is so late …… " " I said need not! ! ! ! " night, just be my true a home to return to.
Abandon him, I to go in campus.
In front, it is that pair of lovers that I am seeing every day.
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