他敲了门。当当当,三下。稍停,当当当,又三下。他终于听到门里有了脚步声。谁?他没应,轻轻闪到一边,怕她从猫眼里看见。谁呀?这次有了明显自问的成分,她怀疑听错了,已转回了身去。当当当,再三下,确凿无疑。她有些愤怒,猛地打开铁门,其实门也只不过开了一半。他抓住时机,从墙角蹿出,闪身挤了进去。她想再拉闭门时已来不及了,毕竟他的力气还是大些。 He knocked on the door. Dangdang, three times. Pause, Dangdang, another three times. He finally heard footsteps in the door. Who? He should not, gently flashed aside, afraid she saw the cat’s eyes. Who? This time with a clear self-questioning of the ingredients, she suspected wrong, has turned back. Dangdang, repeatedly, indeed no doubt. She was somewhat angry, suddenly opened the iron gate, in fact, the door opened only halfway. He seized the moment, pulled out of the corner and shoved it in. She wanted to pull the door back when it was too late, after all, his strength is still larger.