女孩说,我叫蒙娜丽莎。凯莉便笑了,有种想要接近女孩的冲动。凯莉是一名画家,去拉马拉本来是看望男友,却没想到刚踏上这片土地便遇到这样一个女孩,傻傻地朝着你笑,但那张脸上却有很多疤痕,显然与真正的“蒙娜丽莎”扯不上半点关系。“蒙娜丽莎,你家住在哪里呀?”凯莉蹲下身子问道。可女孩却不说话了,一双眼睛大概是被大风刮久了,红彤彤噙着沮水,勉强才吐出三个字:“杜米斯。” The girl said, I’m Mona Lisa. Kelly smiled, a kind of urge to get close to the girl. Kelly is an artist, went to Ramallah was to see her boyfriend, but did not expect to embark on this land will encounter such a girl, silly smile toward you, but that face there are a lot of scars, Obviously with the real “Mona Lisa ” is not the slightest relationship. “Mona Lisa, where do you live?” Kelly squatted down and asked. But the girl did not speak, a pair of eyes is probably a long wind scraped a long time, glowing with frustration, barely spit out the words: “Dumis. ”