The Story of the Black Crystal Wind Chime
I am not the kind of girl with extraordinary beauty. The only thing that makes me happy is those eyes. Its existence separates me from others. A certain distance always seems to attract others.
I walked into the classroom of Class 11 of Senior High School. There were about ten students sitting in twos and threes, all chattering away. I had no intention of joining their conversation, so I randomly found one I sat down in a quiet corner, looked around boredly, and found a gentle and smiling gaze staring at me. I didn't avoid him and looked at him straight: he was quite handsome, but he was not rebellious and avant-garde like Nicholas Tse, but as fresh and elegant as a deep valley orchid. His big eyes that even girls envy have the meekness of a herbivore, while his cynical face and long hair give him a bit of a street gangster vibe.
So I lowered my head when he smiled at me.
But I didn’t expect that he would become my deskmate under the almost hostile gaze of all the girls in the class. I am not the kind of person who is good at expressing myself, and I never let anyone get close to me easily, so even though I fell in love with this boy named Lin Zhesi at first sight, I never took the initiative to speak.
After two days of silence, he asked me: "Do you like wind chimes very much?"
Wind chimes? ! How did he know I liked wind chimes?
Seeing that I was indifferent, he asked again: "There are two strings of crystal wind chimes in the Khakiya boutique, one white and one black. Which one do you like?"
" Black!" I blurted out uncontrollably. The black crystal wind chime named "Unia" has always been my favorite. I would go to see it every day after school and listen to its tinkling singing in the wind. I know that Yunia is translated as "the only, happy, and eternal" in English. I fell in love with this string of crystal wind chimes at first sight, not to mention that it is my favorite black color and only costs thousands of dollars. The price makes it impossible for me to own it for the time being.
"Happy birthday!" He stuffed me a gift box, "Go back and open it again."
I was a little confused holding the gift box, how could he know my birthday.
"Accept it quickly! Do you want the whole class to know?"
I accepted the gift box and secretly wanted to give it back to his schoolbag before school. I couldn't do it casually So I accepted a gift from someone I didn't know well...who would have thought that he would rush out of the classroom like a gust of wind when the school bell rang.
When I got home and opened the gift box, I was even more stunned - the black crystal wind chime, the black crystal wind chime I dreamed of - how could he be so powerful.
I hung up the wind chime with gratitude, thinking that I would repay him if I had the chance. But what does he like? I went to Kachiya and asked the boss about buying crystal wind chimes yesterday. The boss smiled and told me: "Originally, the boy wanted to buy the white ones, but then I said you like black ones, so he bought the black ones! He is Your classmate?" I didn't answer, just looked at the white crystal wind chime. "I'm so sorry, we only made one string of black and white crystal wind chimes. The one you like..."
I smiled and shook my head, paid a deposit in advance and ordered this string of white crystal wind chimes. .
The school culture and art festival is here, and Lin Zhesi comes on stage with his guitar on his back and his long hair swinging coolly. His black T-shirt, old jeans, sneakers, and tall and thin figure make Lin Zhesi look like A slovenly hippie.
The sharp screams of the girls suddenly filled the entire auditorium...
After singing a self-composed "Wind Chime", he said affectionately: "I will sing this song The song is dedicated to the girl who received the wind chime, I hope she likes it."
I lowered my head and smiled, feeling warm and moist in my heart.
Lin Zhesi never knew that the funny and aloof girl who ignored him during the day kept a diary about him every night, and stared at the string of crystal wind chimes in front of the window for a long time every night.
The days passed peacefully, but I was often afraid of this tranquility. What kind of explosion does such calm contain? I'm afraid that my happy and melancholy heart will one day turn into full of sadness, which I can't bear. And Lin Zhesi's name is always connected with many beautiful and fashionable girls.
I am like a stranded fish, swaying with a smooth body and a lingering fear of hope.
There was a party at noon on Lin Zhesi’s birthday, but I didn’t attend.
It was raining when I went out to deliver gifts at night, and the raindrops, which were not big or small, were beating everywhere.
Crossing the garden in the center of the street is Lin Zhesi’s home, but I saw a pair of people standing under the leaves beside the road. The man was hugging the woman and they were motionless, leaving me alone with a boy. The back, one back is enough, it's Lin Zhesi.
The umbrella and gifts in my hands fell to the ground, and then I ran on the streets at midnight, letting the rain soak my whole body, and Lin Zhesi calling my name from behind. I didn't know where I was going or where to go - in the end I leaned on a thin tree in the small flower bed in front of my house and cried bitterly...
When I saw Lin Zhesi the next day, I was still His face was calm, as if nothing had happened. I waited patiently for him to explain something to me, but he never said anything.
On the first day after the college entrance examination, Lin Zhesi pulled me into a quiet grove in the Wisteria Garden.
Behind the pale water-filled clouds is the moist blue sky.
I lowered my head, but Tetsuji didn’t say a word, played the guitar and sang "Wind Chimes" and then looked at me blankly.
There is a guitar of loneliness between us.
I mustered up the courage to look up and ask him: "What's the matter with you?"
"I'm going to Australia!"
"Oh!" I stood I got up and turned around to leave, because tears were already rolling in my eyes. I had been eagerly hoping for three years but was always disappointed. At this time, my last remaining hope collapsed when he said "I'm going to Australia." .
What has three years proven? it's all over.
"I am the wind chime hanging in the corner of the house, and you are the wind that stirs my mood. It is often because, occasionally, there are surprises, you dominate and I follow..." When Zhou Hui's melodious and beautiful singing voice echoed In my ears, it aroused ripples in my heart. I flicked the black crystal wind chime in front of the window, and a tear fell into the cup of cold tea. I wonder if he is okay in Australia? I wonder if the string of white crystal wind chimes is hanging in front of his window.
The Story of the White Crystal Wind Chime
I know I am a very handsome boy, others say so.
Not long after she entered Class 11, a girl wearing sportswear and a hat behind her back appeared at the teacher’s door. The girl was as cute as a bird, with big shiny eyes. Her eyes have no ability to hide lies, but I feel that she is a girl who is not very gregarious. Sure enough, she went straight to the last row, opened a book and sat down. She raised her head and happened to meet my eyes. But to my surprise, she didn't avoid it, but looked at me stupidly, her young face was calm and innocent, and her eyes were shining with desire - I always think that a girl is not cute because of her beauty. , but because she is cute and beautiful. She is very beautiful, I don't care about her; she is very cute, this is what I love! I looked at her and immediately realized what "love at first sight" means, even though I had never believed it before.
I smiled at her, but she lowered her head and read without any expression.
Thank God, I will be sitting at the same table with her, I am so happy. But she kept silent and didn't say a word. Every time I wanted to break the silence, I was struck by her indifference and lost all confidence.
After finally saving enough money, I can finally own the string of white crystal wind chimes from Khakiya. I love the color and sound. But when I was about to look at it and ask the boss to wrap it up, I saw Chen Yiyang. She was looking at the string of black crystal wind. The boss also saw it, pointed at Chen Yiyang and said: That girl is interested in this string of black crystal wind chimes. She will look at it a few times every day. I decided to buy the black one without thinking because she liked it and I thought she would be very happy after owning it. If she is happy, I will be happy.
I bought a black crystal wind chime and wanted to find a reason to give it to her.
I finally found out its birthday, which is tomorrow.
Sure enough, the next day I tentatively asked her if she liked black crystal wind chimes, and she couldn't help but blurt out that she liked them.
I took out the gift and gave it to her, but she hesitated for a while before accepting it.
After school, I rushed out of the classroom as fast as possible. I knew that based on her character, she would definitely return the gift to me.
On the day of the school culture and art festival, I sang a self-composed "Wind Chime" for her. I saw her lowering her head and smiling, with two shallow dimples. I have been imagining when I can taste the sweet wine inside.
I often see Yiyang standing in the school flower bed at noon holding a book. Sometimes it starts to rain lightly, but she still stands there, watching the crystal water droplets falling from the petals. Sliding down gently, letting the erratic drizzle caress your hair and clothes.
I was deeply moved by her and fell in love with her the first time I saw her. But she is like a snow-white lily, so white that I dare not approach her for fear of destroying her. I would rather have false relationships with beautiful girls, but I would never allow myself to hurt the girl I love most.
But in fact I really hurt her. That rainy evening, Weiwei cried at my rejection and said: Can you hug me for the last time? I agreed. But at this time Yiyang appeared... I chased her and called her name, but she refused to look back...
I walked back, picked up the umbrella and the gift, and opened the gift box in the rain—— White crystal wind chime, I held the wind chime in my hand, and my heart felt like a thousand needles were piercing it.
I don’t know where I should go. I don’t want to go home or find a hotel to stay. Dragging my stiff legs, I wandered alone in the beautiful city of Shanghai late at night. I tried to walk towards brightly lit areas, fearing that the darkness of this city would swallow me up.
The leather shoes have already been filled with water, which makes my feet hurt.
But I didn't care. I really hoped that the physical pain would be more and heavier to alleviate the pain in my heart...
When I saw Yiyang the next day, she was still in a state of confusion. Her face was calm, but I knew she was fragile and helpless, because her red and swollen eyes said everything. I wanted to explain to her, but my courage collapsed again and again in her silent eyes.
We have no words anymore. Yesterday’s dream has changed, yesterday’s story has gone far, and we can never go back to the past. Although Yiyang and I were not very happy in the past, we Always very understanding. Our relationship is like Yiyang's dusty umbrella. No matter how hard we clean it, it will never be the same again.
Two years of silence.
One day after the college entrance examination, I pulled Yiyang into a vigilant grove in the Wisteria Garden.
I sang "Wind Chimes" and told her I was going to Australia. All she said was "oh". In fact, as long as she said she wanted me to stay, I would break through all resistance and stay.
But, she didn’t.
She is a girl who looks strong and noble, but the backside of such a girl is usually covered with shocking scars. Cleaning wounds alone in many cases. The scars cannot be healed.
Others can only share her strength.
I think I belong to the latter.
"I am the wind chime hanging in the corner of the house, and you are the wind that plays with my mood. It is often melancholy, and occasionally there are surprises. You dominate and I follow..." Zhou Hui's melodious and beautiful singing voice echoed in the room. The sound in my ears stirred up ripples in my heart.
Slowly turning the tea cup in her hand, the water vapor mixed into the fragrance of tea, and condensed into light water droplets in the corners of her eyes. I wonder how she is in Shanghai? I wonder if the string of black crystal wind chimes is still hanging in front of her window?