他们就在路口道别。这一次,没有交换纪念物,没有留任何人的电话号码。像那张火车票,虽然拍了照片,却因未存档,早已消失告终。车厢连接处的危险从上海开往武昌的Z27次列车,夕发朝至。熄灯了,车厢里渐渐安静下来。许嘉嵘从过道凳子上站起,走进小包厢,从放在上铺的旅行袋中摸出一包香烟。不经意间,他听到一声哽咽,目光下滑,果然,睡在中铺的女孩儿,微闭着眼睛,眼睑下亮晶晶 They say goodbye at the intersection. This time, there was no exchange of monuments and no phone numbers for anyone. Like the train ticket, although the picture was taken, but not archived, has long disappeared. The danger of the car junction Z27 from Shanghai to Wuchang train, evening hair to. Lights out, the car gradually quiet down. Xu Jia Rong stood up from the aisle stool, walked into the small boxes, from the bag on the top shop out of a pack of cigarettes. Inadvertently, he heard a choking, eyes gliding, and sure enough, sleep in the shop girl, micro-blindfolded, eyelid shiny