凌晨2点,我收拾着想睡觉,曲妞来电话了。多年前,我们互留了电话后,她一直没有主动打过我电话,这次,她在电话里说,非常想打个电话给朋友,想来想去,不知怎么回事就打给了我。我问有什么事。她说,其实也没什么事,就是感觉委屈,说着说着,便在电话那边哭了。我套上靴子,从洗衣机的脏衣服里找出那条羊毛绒围巾,戴上棒球帽,把帽檐压到眉际以下,裹上睡衣,像小 2 am, I packed to sleep, song girl to call. Many years ago, after we left each other on the phone, she did not take the initiative to call me. This time, she said on the phone that she wanted to make a phone call to her friend and wanted to go. I called for somehow. I asked what happened. She said that in fact, nothing else, is feeling grievances, talking, we cried over the phone there. I put on boots, dirty clothes from the washing machine to find that piece of wool scarf, put on a baseball cap, the hat pressure below the eyebrows, wrapped in pajamas, like a small