向晚和秦娅一起东倒西歪地从闷热的火锅店里往外走,两人互相搀扶着从狭窄的小道中挤过去,旁边不时传来各种声音:男子粗犷中微带醉意的声音,女子或推辞或敬酒的声音,划拳的声音,还有街上汽车鸣笛的声音……整个儿城市繁华如梦,灯火若流萤点点。“好烦啊!”向晚边走边想,秦娅两眼迷离地看了看向晚。两人拉着手从沙丁鱼罐头般拥挤的人群中跌跌撞撞地出来,感觉像是在岁月洪流中逆流而上。回到学校,向晚和秦娅背靠着背坐在地上,嘈杂的声音像是隔了几万光年才传到耳朵里,带着一种岁月的沧桑感。流年已逝,但两人似乎要往回找寻那记忆的碎片。 To the night and Qin Ya together staring out from the hot pot shop to go out, the two helped each other to squeeze from the narrow path of the past, from time to time came a variety of voices: man rough micro-band drunk voice, woman or push Or toasted voice, boxing sound, as well as the sound of the car whistle on the street ... ... the whole city bustling city of dreams, the fire if the flow of fireflies. “Annoying ah!” To the late to go thinking, Qin Ya eyes blurred look late. The two of them stumbled out of the canned crowds of sardines with their hands in their hands and felt as if they had gone counter-current in years of flooding. Back to school, late and Qin Ya back to back sitting on the ground, noisy sounds like tens of thousands of light years passed to the ears, with a sense of years of vicissitudes. The fleeting, but the two seem to be going back to find the fragments of that memory.