一坐上夜车,手表的指针已经走过12点。我勉强地把皮箱塞进座底,然后刻意往窗户边靠了靠,没过5分钟就感觉打架的眼皮轻轻地合上了。清晨5点钟,我惬意地翻了个身,但隐隐感觉自己的手指触上了什么柔软的东西。我猛然一惊,从昏睡中醒过神来。她正用惊讶的眼神瞧着我,一双清澈的眸子里混合着无法形容的感情。原来,我的一只手不偏不正地 A ride on the night car, watch the pointer has passed 12 o’clock. I reluctantly put the suitcase stuffed into the bottom, and then deliberately leaned against the window, not feeling 5 minutes to fight the eyelids gently closed. At 5 o’clock in the morning, I rolled over comfortably, but feeling softly what my fingers touched. I was suddenly surprised to wake up from the sleepy. She was looking at me with astonishment, a pair of clear eyes mixed with unspeakable feelings. It turns out that one of my hands is unbiased