1手机响起,祁卫红正专心致志地给右眼画眼线。手机里的男音,热情而陌生,称是自己高中班上的某某,周末有同学从北京来汉,大家一起吃饭,老同学务必赏光云云。挂断电话,祁卫红恨不得把脑袋倒个底儿朝天,想破头也想不出男同学是谁。这些年,和他联系的同学寥寥无几,男生更少。眼线擦了又补,补了又擦,每天一分钟的事儿,今天怎么也画不好。祁卫红知道自己的心乱 A cell phone sounded, Qi Wei Hong is dedicated to draw the right eye liner. Male tone in the phone, passionate and unfamiliar, called his class in high school, weekends have students from Beijing to Han, we eat together, old class students must be refreshed. Hang up the phone, Qi Wei red hate the head down to the sky, want to break the head can not think of male students who. Few of the students contacted him during these years, with fewer boys. Eyeliner wiped and make up, make up and rub, one minute a day things, how to draw bad today. Qi Wei Hong know their own chaos