雨越下越大,我躲进路边一幢未建成的楼房里。想着今天考试的失利,还有老师那异样的眼神,心情跟天气一样阴沉。直到传来一阵说话声,我才意识到,这楼里还有两位农民工。他们穿着带斑斑点点污渍的工作服,一个站着,一个蹲着,气氛有些沉闷。 The rain getting bigger and bigger, I hid in the roadside building an unfinished building. Thinking of today’s test of defeat, as well as the teacher that strange eyes, the mood is as gloomy as the weather. It was not until I heard a few words that I realized there were two migrant workers in this building. They were wearing smocked streaks of uniforms, one standing, a squatting, and a dull mood.