(one) That day I stood at the station by the side of the road waiting for the bus, I want to go to a teacher's house to study. There are thousands of test papers and reference books in the schoolbag. A pretty boy walked past me, carrying a black guitar, Torn jeans, long hair blown by the wind, The expression on his face is naive and arrogant, Humming a repetitive melody, I knew it was a Pink Floyd song. He whistled loudly as he passed me. I quietly lowered my head, I seemed to remember something, but I immediately shook my head and smiled. But I don't know why I'm laughing, but I know,

the soft dust that falls from the ceiling, Never in my life again. (two) My name is Chen Shu, Live in a three-story wooden house, At the bottom are my parents, in the middle is me, On the top floor is a boy one year older than me, named Yan Xu. Life is silent, rock music hears death. When Yan Xu came to rent a house, he carried two big suitcases, It was full of CDs. Ever since Yan Xu moved upstairs to mine, Every night I hear the ceiling vibrating, Then there will be soft dust falling from it, On my hair and on my shoulders. (three) Yan Xu always wears earphones at night, turn up the volume to the point where it can deafen the ears,

Then dance around the room to the beat of the drums. I remember the day I stood outside his door, From the half-hidden door, I saw the dancing Yan Xu, He danced in darkness and silence, Like a black elf. (Four) He found me standing outside the door, Come over and take off your earphones, hand it to me and say to me, Do you want to listen? then i laughed, I said you come down with me. In fact, I told him to go downstairs and did nothing; Just show him my entire drawer of CDs, Then he laughed. There are beautiful dimples at the corner of the mouth, like a child who doesn't grow up.

Since that day, We became very good friends and were inseparable. (Fives) I am not a gloomy child, But there is still despair in my heart, I have only violent music and cries of pain in my ears, Seeing a distorted oil painting, On a strange road, I saw a strange face that endured pain, When I picked up the phone but didn't know who to call and finally put it down softly, Only then can I see the blackness hidden in my heart surged through the chest, In front of my eyes wandered into a black river—crash, clatter, Running forward in despair. (six) Yan Xu told me that he used to live on the edge of the city

In a room of 9 square meters, It is also the third floor of a wooden attic. He says he has a deep attachment to the top floor of a wooden attic. For a skylight can be found, Open it and see the stars. (seven) And I'm always used to wearing headphones, I can't expose myself to others like that. Sometimes when I walk through the empty playground of the school, I meet my classmates, They asked me what I listened to, I would say Hong Kong pop. Actually at that time, The sound in my ears was driving me crazy. (Eight) I forgot the time I got home from school that day, But I remember the name of the video store: broken.

And the lady boss, Pretty but without any makeup, unkempt hair and dry skin, taciturn, Only the eyes are still bright and sharp. (Nine) Yan Xu and I always like to sit on the flyover, Let the black wind keep blowing my hair. Those cars that scurry past my feet always turn their sharp headlights hit us in the face, I whistle loudly when a pretty girl walks by, Then laugh wildly. Whenever this time, Yan Xu always smiled, Very silent. (ten) Yan Xu and I always come down the stairs quietly after my parents fall asleep, Then through the iron gate, ran into the street. That iron gate has left stains of rust on my clothes many times.

Every time we successfully ran out, Yan Xu always yells in the busy street, He said this is the mentality one should have after escaping. He always likes to use the word escape, Because it is tragic.