一我就知道他没看上我。我和阿玲站在火车站附近的旅馆门口,屋外的热气几乎要将我蒸融。旅馆外墙上安装得毫无规律可言的无数空调挂机正在发出巨大的轰鸣,这种轰鸣穿透我的耳膜,令我更加厌恶眼下的处境。这时,我看到了他,一个背着学生包的高个男人向我们走来,男人的脸稍显成熟,长得有点像二十年前红透大江南北的《上海滩》里的许文强。我一下子就喜欢上了他,尽管他那稍显成熟的脸同他的学生包很不搭调。我 I knew he did not look after me. Alingling and I stood near the train station in front of the hotel, the heat outside the room will almost melt me. The innumerable air-conditioning on-hooks installed on the exterior of the hotel were on a huge roar that penetrated my eardrums and made me more disgusted with the situation. At this time, I saw him, a tall man with a student bag came to us, the man’s face a little mature, looks a bit like 20 years ago, penetrated the north and south of the “Shanghai Beach,” Xu Wenqiang. I liked him all at once, though his slightly mature face was very much in tune with his student bag. I