发现我们家书房的门背后有一块凹陷,我和她开始各执一词。她说:“那是你青春叛逆期的时候抽风踢成这样的。”我说:“那是你当时追杀我失手留下的。”回忆着,回忆着,语焉不详。还是坐在沙发上并排歇会儿吧。这样的日子真好,我不再躲她、防她,她也全不必寻我、查我。青春期过去并没有 I found a depression behind the door of our study, and I began to express my feelings. She said: “It was when you were young and rebellious, I played like this.” “I said:” That was what you were killing me then. “” Memories, recalls, does not elaborate. Or sitting on the sofa and rest for a while. This is a good day, I no longer hide her, against her, she did not have to find me, check me. Adolescence did not pass