她拂了拂衣襟,端正了身段,抿了抿嘴唇,敲门。敲得轻而凝重,心如鼓点布阵,好像敲的不是907客房,而是一扇时间之门,他即将打开门走出来,十余年的光阴从门后一下子铺开,宛如那夜,她向他走来,皎洁的脸颊在月色下盛开……她恍惚了,有些眩晕,又敲了两声,门后应声一阵窸窣。她再一次正正衣襟,站在他的心门之外,等着往事被打开。三天之前,作为一个小领班,颜月芳知道将要有一个艺术家论坛在酒店会议厅召开,她 She fluttered her skirt, corrected her posture, pounded her lips and knocked on the door. Knocked light and dignified, heart, such as drumming array, as if the knock is not 907 rooms, but a door of time, he is about to open the door to go out, more than ten years of time from the back of the door all of a sudden, like a night She walked toward him with the bright cheeks in full bloom under the moonlight. She was in a trance, some dizzy, and then knocked twice, and the door crashed for a while. She was once again formally lapel, standing outside his heart, waiting for the past to be opened. Three days ago, as a small foreman, Yen Moon Fong knew there would be an artist forum to be held in the hotel conference room. She