一黄昏时刻,夕阳的余晖涂抹在大街的每一个角落,残红如血。风吹过,卷起漫天的柳絮和樱花,马梅下意识地眯起眼,斜瞅身边喧嚣的人群和如织的车流。马梅看见一个穿粉色连衣裙的女孩从对面走来,心底便萌生一种奇怪的声音,冲到头顶,又折回来,顺着鼻腔,拐了几道弯儿才喷薄而出,如果不是有口罩的遮挡,那声音是骇人的。没人能看到马梅的面部表情,更没有人能猜透她的心思。在光怪陆离的都市里,马梅还不如残落的柳絮或樱花,它们至少能传递 A twilight moment, the setting sun dappled in every corner of the street, red as blood. The wind blew, rolling up catkins and cherry blossoms, Ma Mei subconsciously squinting, oblique look around the noisy crowd and such as weaving traffic. Ma Mei saw a girl wearing a pink dress came from the opposite, the heart will sprout a strange voice, rushed to the top, and fold back, along the nose, turn a few bends before gushing out, if not a mask The sound is appalling. No one can see the facial expression of Ma Mei, but no one can guess her mind. In the bizarre metropolis, Ma Mei is not as good as the catkins or sakura, they can at least pass