十月末的一个夜晚,你躺在屋顶上,枕着塞满柔软绒毛的棉被,等候星光降落。你发短信给所有人,告诉他们今天晚上有流星雨——却唯独没有发给他,因为他失约了。原本躺在屋顶上的,应该是两个人才对。好像从你记事时开始,他就是你的邻居了。那时你头上长了一个包,不得不把头发剃光,你看着镜子,觉得镜子里的自己真难看。所以但凡要出门,你都会戴上帽子。那次,院子里调皮的孩子不知从哪儿蹦出来,一把拽掉了你的帽子。光光的脑袋暴露在空气中,你没有去讨要帽子,而是站在那里委屈地哭了。火辣辣的阳光趴在你的脸上舔舐你的泪水,这个时候,你毫无预兆 One night late in October, you lay on the roof, covered with a soft quilted quilt, waiting for the stars to land. You send a text message to all, telling them that there is a meteor shower tonight - but you have not been sent to him because he is out of contract. Originally lying on the roof, it should be two people right. It seems as if from the time you remember, he is your neighbor. At that time, you had a bag on your head and had to shave your hair. You looked in the mirror and you felt ugly in the mirror. So whenever you want to go out, you will wear a hat. That time, naughty children in the yard do not know where to pop out, grabbed your hat. The light of the head exposed to the air, you did not go to ask for a hat, but stood there grievances and cried. Hot sun lying on your face licking your tears, this time, you have no warning