历史班在朝北的教室。我和李思哲坐在角落里,晒不到太阳。我在那么多那么多的排列组合面前手足无措,忧郁一点一点地写在眼睛里面。李思哲在那成堆成堆的语法圈子里变得神经兮兮、歇斯底里。没有阳光的中午,李思哲轻轻靠着我,为什么我们越来越不快乐了? 我缩在角落里,轻轻地唱着《光阴的故事》。李思哲说:你像一只多愁善感的猫。说完,就自顾自地傻笑起来。 History class in the north of the classroom. I and Li Sizhe sat in the corner, not the sun. I am so much in front of so many permutations and combinations, melancholy little by little in my eyes. Liszt became nervous and hysterical in the piles of grammar circles. Noon at noon, Li Sizhe gently leaned against me, why are we more and more unhappy? I shrink in the corner, gently singing the “time story.” Li Sizhe said: You are like a sentimental cat. Finish, giggle on self-serving.