我想到昨天风吹动的夜晚/坐在我身边我所有的朋友/岁月让我们已变得沉默/没有人再会谈论明天1萧白走后的第三百六十四天,他留下的号码成为空号。我从日记本里翻出那张被压得光滑平整的烟盒锡箔纸,想起萧白说过:“只要我还能喘气儿,这个号码就不会变,欢迎随时骚扰。”于是忍不住就想,那混蛋是不是没气儿了?然后心里无限仓皇。晚自习,老班边念分数边发模考卷,那些分数 I think of the wind blown by the night yesterday/sitting beside me all my friends/years have made us have become silent/no one will talk about tomorrow 1 XI Bai’s 334 days after he left, the number he left behind Become a space number. From the diary, I pulled out the cigarette foil that was pressed flat and smooth. I remembered Xiao Bai saying: “As long as I can still breathe, this number will not change, welcome to harass.” Can not help but think, that bastard is not angry? Then my heart is unlimited. Evening study hall, the old class read the scores while modeling examination papers, those scores