她的手一直在抖,拿一颗瓜籽在手里,却怎么也剥不开,我知道,那是因为她一不小心,把眼泪也抖了下来。H1ME以前在楼道里碰见她的时候,她总是不失时机地拍一下我的脑壳儿,笑眯眯地叫我美女,我也会调皮地回过去一句:“大美女!”她笑着走出老远,在身后留下一股淡淡的茉莉香。据说她只比我妈小两岁,可看起来,两个人却几乎相差了一个时代:妈常年生病又瘦又黑,辞了工作在家围着灶台转,一身油烟。而她,打扮时髦,精致的五官流光溢彩。 Her hand was shaking, holding a melon seed in her hand, but she could not peel it anyway. I knew it was because she accidentally shook her tears down. H1ME previously met her in the corridor, she always seized the opportunity to take a look at my brains, smiling and told me beauty, I will be naughty back in the past: “Big Beauty!” She smiled and walked all the way , Leaving a faint jasmine behind. It is said that she is only two years younger than my mom, but it seems that the two are almost the same age: Mom is sick and thin and dark all year round. And she, dressed in trendy, exquisite facial features Ambilight.