从我落笔的一刻起,我开始隐形了。我得意地赏玩着邻座们投来的惊乱目光,感到好笑。是的,现实就是这样:我看得见他们而他们看不见我,再简单不过。身处暗处让我有了一种奇妙的优越感。我窥视他们,从他们身边走过。窗外的阳光懒懒地洒在他们身上,散发出午后特有的倦意。呵呵,就在刚才,我也是被阳光这样拥抱着,而现在它穿过我的身体,在木质的地板上映射出一道晕人的光圈。 From the moment I wrote, I began to hide. I am proud to admire the fright of the neighbors. Yes, reality is like this: I can see them and they can’t see me. It’s simple enough. Being in the darkness gave me a wonderful sense of superiority. I peered at them and walked past them. The sun outside the window lazily sprinkled on them, exuding the unique fatigue of the afternoon. Oh, just now, I was also embraced by the sun, and now it crossed my body and mapped a faint light on the wooden floor.