如果再也遇不到可以指点自己人生的人,那么,有人一起走也已经足够幸运。最残酷的秘密到后来她已经想不起他的脸,却还是记得那穿堂而过的冷风,如同海啸般席卷了大地。那逼仄的巷子、低矮的墙,若干年前的美院,总是有蔷薇花枝从角落里伸展出来,细碎的花瓣被风吹落,易碎又脆弱的模样。就像那一年的她,哭泣也要躲在没有人的角落,将头埋进膝盖里,状如鸵鸟,两道肩胛骨锋利地凸起。不过才十六岁的年纪,却满是绝望、委屈、愤怒,以为生活就是天下最沉重的事,再用力,也逃不过一切苦楚与哀痛。直到有人拍她的肩膀,轻声唤她的 If you no longer encounter people who can point their own life, then, someone walking together has also been fortunate enough. The most cruel secret Then she could not remember his face, but still remember that the cold wind through the hall, like a tsunami swept the earth. The narrow alley, low wall, a few years ago the Academy of Fine Arts, there are always roses stretching out from the corner, broken petals wind blown, fragile and fragile appearance. Like that year she, crying also hiding in the corner of no one, head buried in the knee, like an ostrich, two scapula sharp bulge. However, only sixteen years of age, but full of despair, grievances, anger, thinking that life is the world’s heaviest thing, and then hard, but also to escape all the pain and sorrow. Until someone patted her shoulder, softly call her