一个很典型的周末。刘小白醒得很早,他想,那就是从昨晚开始的吧,或者是从昨天下午开始。他一直在想着这个周末应该干些什么。比如读一本书,看几个片子,或者写点东西。对于刘小白来说,周末没有特别的意义,也许是特别的没有意义。但时间就在那儿。时间总是在的。不像一些人和一些事,会走开,会过去。客厅里的电话响了,刘小白虽然醒了,但他不会去接。他知道,不会有人在这个时候来打扰他。她的周末安排得很满,有另外的男人和女 A very typical weekend. Liu woke up very early, he thought, that is, it started last night, or from yesterday afternoon. He’s been thinking about what to do this weekend. For example, reading a book, watching a few films, or write something. For Liu Xiaobai, weekends no special significance, perhaps special meaningless. But time is right there. Time is always there. Unlike some people and some things, will go away, will pass. The phone in the living room rang, although Liu woke up, but he will not pick up. He knew that no one would bother him at this time. Her weekend was packed with other men and women