“这就是故事的结局。”他拍拍衣服上的尘土,眼神迟疑了一下,从坐在他对面的我身上溜走,转向远方。“他走了,再也没有回来。就好像这个世界上从来没有出现过这样一个人和这样一件事。”我坐在那里,望着眼前这个两鬓斑白的男人。其实他没有那么老,但是他的故事至少让他老了十岁。他的故事染白 “This is the end of the story. ” He patted the dust on his clothes, eyes hesitated, slipping away from me sitting opposite him, turning away. “He’s gone and never comes back again, as if there’s never been such a person and one such thing in this world.” "I sat there and looked at the dull white man in front of me. In fact, he is not that old, but his story at least let him be ten years old. His story is white