是北京最冷的一天。 薛风强从北京什刹海体校走出来,他好像没有把大衣的扣子系严,而是用手轻轻掖了一下衣襟。 傍晚总是没有界限的感觉,傍晚却又天天来临。平安大街上的路灯忽然亮了。 并排走在空无一人的胡同里,我扭过脸静静审视着他,身边的这个人并不是三天前擂台之上那个一晚上苦拼11个回合的斗士,少了凶狠,只剩下安静。他转过脸,见我看着他,不好意思地笑了。 终于把寒风挡在了门外。 It is the coldest day in Beijing. Xuefeng Qiang from Beijing Shichahai Sports School came out, he did not seem to coat the buttons fasten, but gently tucked his hands about the skirt. Evening there is always no sense of bounds, but come every day in the evening. Street lights on the peaceful bright suddenly. Side by side in the deserted alley, I turned his face quietly looked at him, this person around not three days before the ring that night fight bitter 11 rounds, less fierce, leaving only be quiet. He turned and saw me looking at him, and smiled happily. Finally put the cold wind in the door.