有人彼此错过,有人终成眷属,情缘交错,总归生生不息。这种亲密又疏离的默契黄昏总给人一种世界末日即将来临的感觉。每次站在陈朗家那扇久久的绿门前,罗子烨都有些莫名的不安,那种不安类似于他小时候在路边拾到一只受伤云雀时的心情。他小心翼翼地将云雀放在纸盒子里养伤,每日放学回家路上都在忐忑中竭力狂奔。他矛盾着,既希望鸟儿已经康复,又担心它已经飞走。绿门开了,陈朗左手放在旋柄上, Someone missed each other, someone finally get married, love staggered, always endless. This intimacy and alienation of the tacit dusk always gives the feeling that the end of the world is coming. Every time standing in front of the long green door of Chen Lang’s home, Luo Ziyu has some inexplicable anxiety that kind of anxiety is similar to his childhood when he was picked up by the side of the road when a injured lark mood. He carefully placed the lark in a paper box and recuperated from day to day after school on his way home from school. He contradicted both, hoping that the bird had recovered and that he had already flown away. Green door opened, Chen Long left hand on the handle,