我好像一直不怎么搭理他,他肯定也和我有同样的感觉。住在同一间宿舍里,即便隔着一张床,我也能瞥见他得意张扬的“假笑”和极度夸张的手势。我常常会大幅度地翻一下身,将扭曲变形的脸朝着墙,懒洋洋地抽出本书,又“啪”一下打开录音机,把疯狂的英语放得叽里呱啦响。常常因此有种 I don’t seem to take care of him. He certainly feels the same way as I do. Staying in the same dormitory, even across a bed, I could catch glimpses of his smirk and extreme exaggerated gestures. I often turn my body up a bit, turning my distorted face towards the wall, lazily out of the book, and “click” to open the recorder and slam the frantic English. Often there is a kind