一郁若只抄了一次近道,就被楼上掉下来的梳子砸到了。郁若揉着右肩,抬头向楼上看。阳台上并没有人探出头来,更别指望一句道歉的话了。下楼前看到旁边这个小门开着,真是难得,郁若噔噔噔就下了楼,要去做的事有点紧急,也偷懒想少走几步路。路用半尺见方的大理石铺成,石块的间距有点小郁闷,四块石板走三步刚好,这路走得那个磕磕绊绊啊,仿佛鸡啄米般,又被人家掉下来的梳子莫名其妙砸到了肩膀,郁若说不出的懊恼。 A Yu Ruchao only once a recent way, it was upstairs fell comb hit. Yu Ruo rubbing his right shoulder, looked upstairs to see. No one came out on the balcony, let alone an apology. Downstairs to see next to the small door open, really rare, Yu Ruoyan 噔 噔 downstairs, something to do a little urgent, but also lazy to walk a few steps. Road with half a square square marble paved, the pitch of the stone a little depressed, four stone steps to go just three, this road go that stumbling block, as if chicken pecking rice, but also someone fell off the comb inexplicably hit Shoulders, Yu indescribable annoyance.