夏日的午后,气温一如既往地高,空气中弥漫着燥热。拿起桌上的成绩单,纵横交错的科目与数字让我窒息。没由来地厌烦,厌烦空气中的一切,包括自己。站在窗前,身后传来爸妈的叹息。眼泪,不由自主地落下,流到嘴角,又继续滑落下去。想起老师紧蹙的眉头、同学们的窃窃私语、爸妈着急的眼神,我开始害怕面对自己。这时,手机响了。我拿起一看,是你的号码。几度想摁掉电话,我不敢面对你,也害怕听见 In the afternoon of summer, the temperature is as high as ever and the air is full of heat. Pick up the transcripts on the table, subjects and figures criss-cross let me suffocate. I’m not tired of the past, tired of everything in the air, including myself. Standing in front of the window, came the sigh of parents. Tears, involuntarily falling, flowing to the mouth, they continue to slide down. Remembered teacher tight frown, the students whisper, my parents anxious eyes, I began to be afraid to face myself. At this moment, the phone rang. I picked up a look, is your number. Several times I want to rip off the phone, I can not face you, but also afraid to hear