The voices of flowers

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Look up at the sky, I sighed with resignation. In order to avoid the parents bombarded, I panic, said going to participate in a weekend remedial classes. I fear now stay at home, afraid that the thoughtful eyes of my father, mother hands holding the ginseng chicken soup. Riding a bicycle, I slow destination Guangzhao, I do not know that you want to do. To find her! Who is she? I do not know, bag sealing tapes he called the voices of flowers is my only friend. All the nagging and exhortations aside, I went to the "dark blue" Internet cafes.
    "Hello, I was online Superman." And encouraging children to give their own, I took the screen name of an especially strong. Sent her an Yemeir: where are you? And I talk and I am bored. "Waited a moment, she had happened.
    "Hello, want to talk what?"
    Talk to your family, Mom and Dad. "
    "Oh, they're fine, and my father is a doctor, mother a nurse."
    "They're all at home?" Today is the weekend, I guess all of Mom and Dad may be and children to stay with.
    "No, I am the only one in my painting." The voices of flowers than I was a year younger, she was ready to apply for Academy of Art next year. We recognize that there are two months, it has never met, but the online contact.
    Painting? "
    "Self-Portrait, hee hee."
    "Why do you smile, you draw like? plastic filingCan I send your paintings?" I want to know the way she had been raised to meet, but she rejected, and even phone number, she refused to disclose. "Then lose the mystery of making friends." Whenever I see this on the screen, I will think of her the askew youth girls in the front of the computer to the expression of love to dream. I think she should be like a chant children, cheerful, lively, love to laugh. Wing child is a girl I used to like, she always looked at me and worship: "Your basketball playing nice!" I like to listen to her such praise. Boys and girls need affirmation and encouragement, this will feel more valuable and strength.
    Can send tomorrow. "Have to admit, her typing speed is faster than me.
    "There are 60 days in respect of the exam, I do not have a little grasp, I am ready to give up."
    "No, you insist you'll do, I believe you!" She was quick to respond.
    Computer side, I smile loudly: "I believe? You know, because all of them believe me, I doubt your ability. Their expectations too high, I'm afraid I will let all trust me disappointed. "I grew up is a good student of the father and mother, dear child, the teacher in the eye. I try to do everything that they want me to do, even if it is very difficult when I do have to show for me is "a piece of cake," the posture, bounce ball I want them to feel that his son are very talented. Practical, too, in the unremitting efforts, the results have been excellent, or the main school basketball team. I'm happy to live to 19-year-old, until the third year under the semester, my father told me that his boyhood dream of reading the Medical and hope that I can to achieve. Since then, my life without basketball, there is no laughter, only pressure. I do not know how all of a sudden die, two mock examinations are not the undergraduate, I've never been afraid.
    "Go look at the sea and relax." The voices of flowers to make recommendations.
    "You come with me?" I would like to talk to her face and does not, or rather, I need to find someone to talk.
    "Tell me, Why do you call the sound of 'flowers'?"
    Long time no response, I waited quietly. "All right! Four p.m., weighbridges bridge there or be square." She hastily authentic worship. I guess she must like me excited.
    Look at the table, the entire 10:00. The following time doing? I took an English exercise, buried for two hours in the cafes outside table casserole. A title OVER, I was scared to check the answer, the final score is 107 points, I shook my head, the requirements of 125 points away from the father is still very far. Made in the table, 12 points, what should I go home.
    Opened the door, and my father read the newspaper, my mother fry cook in the kitchen. I can not stand such a scene, Dad carefully red pen to hook under the contents of all relevant entrance examination, my mother, and even developed a recipe, not important for nutritional supplements. I now, no matter eat anything, feel mean not Juela.
    Afternoon classes, I have two left. "Leave this sentence, I plunged headlong into the room. In front of them, I more and more reticent.
    I am an hour ahead of weighbridges Bridge. Beaches and rocks, so I have to rely on. Casually looking for a place to sit down, close your eyes, then simply lie down, and so fell asleep. The before woke up, stood a girl, big eyes, long hair, also beautiful chant children, I can feel her bones revealed strong.
    I quickly stood up, like some awkward: "You are the 'voices of flowers'?" She nodded. "Hello, I am 'online Superman'." She still nodded. I do not know the lively and cheerful online at the moment how such a Myanmar, then quipped: "I look is not so handsome? They say I like chuanfeng, What do you think?" She nodded. "How?
Words? I asked her cheerful apology looked at me and handed me a card: "Have you heard the voices of flowers? "I shook my head.
    Her turn to look at the cards, the other side reads: "bloom no sound, all I can not speak." I forget his expression, I think the whole face of freeze-frame of two minutes. "Never mind, I can hear you, speak!" She wrote, handed me another card. "You - are relying on to write?" The voices of flowers "hesitated for a moment, hand to make a heart shape.
    I understand that, "there are intentions!" We both laughed. Perhaps that smile pulled into the distance, I have said many, many really want to say, she listened quietly, and makes me feel safe. Until sunset, we break up, she slips my last card, filled adhere to the ".
    Received her letter two days later, a pale blue envelope, her crayon self-portrait, as well as her story: in the exam that year, out of a car accident, was admitted to the hospital Dad, oppressed language nerves, waking up unable to speak due to intracranial hemorrhage. bouncing ball  Dad would like a lot of ways, to no avail. During that time he always blame doctors not bad, but I know he is the best dad in the world, the best doctor, he is doing his best. I naturally multi-move love to laugh, suddenly unable to speak, I feel awful, my mother in order to take care of me, to stay home with me, she became half of a doctor and nurse. That when I next get out of bed, and I feel bad, often angry, cry and kick. On one occasion, when I woke up to see her at the bedside wiping their tears, I knew she was sad than I am. Mom and Dad to my expectations very high, they once said to me in the future as a painter, so let me from elementary school art. Since I can not speak, they never mention test the matter of the Academy of Fine Arts, they only hope that my happiness, my happiness is their happiness. Although it is not like normal people use language to express everything, but I never give up their dreams, I still have the word efforts. The pay may not harvest, from time to pay will not be harvested, I want to strive and work hard a fight, even if you lose, do not regret it.
    Would you like to pick ourselves up, to realize their dreams? Tomorrow is blue, because it is my own election, so no matter what it looks like, for me the most beautiful. You choose the right color for you tomorrow? We all believe you, because they love you, because you will work hard. I also believe you, because you are a "Superman".
    "I am Superman." Water blue mark pen to write this sentence, choose the right color but also for tomorrow. Out a sheet of paper, I pick up a pen to write down: the voices of flowers, if I believe that if I start now, if I really made a doctor, if you believe, and I ---- can hear flowers sound?
    The envelope, I am hurdles. Opened a thick book of exercises, I started a new round of English self-test. The final results "119. I do not become discouraged and will be better next time when my mother opened the door to come," drink milk. "I nodded, looking at the corners of her eyes, said:" Thank you, Mom. "I am with his eyes told her ----" I'll try! "