一寒流仿佛是乘着南下的高铁来的,一夜之间,气温下降了十多度。阿布站在街头,感觉像是泡在冰冷的水里。那件单薄的外套一点儿都起不到防寒的作用,轻飘飘的衣角随着一阵紧似一阵的北风剧烈地摆动。阿布不由得缩紧了身子,这样一来,让他看起来显得更加瘦小了。他想转身,再次回到那间黑黑的摆着十几台电脑的小屋子,那里再小、再黑、味道再不好闻,毕竟还是暖和的。 A cold as if riding on the high-speed rail to the south, overnight, the temperature dropped by more than ten degrees. Abu stood on the street, feeling like a bubble in the icy water. That thin jacket at all does not play the role of cold, floating skirt with a burst of intense north wind swing violently. Abu could not help but tighten his body, so that he looks even more skinny. He wanted to turn around and go back to the little dark room where a dozen computers were sitting, where they were small, black, and the taste did not smell well, after all, still warm.