我拨通麻花那边的电话号码。“你期末考得怎样?”“马马虎虎,年级第十吧。”“又在骗我。”我苦笑。这本是寒风的季节,这本是大雪的季节。今天虽然无风无雪,但毕竟有一层无形的冷气,把我们都罩在房子里面。我甚至在想,冻得僵硬了的篮球砸在冻得脆了的球场上,是篮球把球场砸一个 I dialed the phone number on the side of the twist. “What’s your final exam?” “Sophisticated, tenth grade.” “I lied to me again.” I smiled. This is a cold season. This is the season of heavy snow. Although there is no wind and snow today, there is, after all, an invisible air conditioner that covers us all inside the house. I was even thinking that a stiff frozen basketball was lying on a crispy court and it was a basketball game.