“同学,我可以知道你的名字吗?”故事开头就是这样,适逢其会,猝不及防。一场相遇就像静候了一冬的花开,只因为时候到了。静立在带有椰香的空气中,阳光把呼吸染成金黄色,抬头看看蓝靛洗过的天空,偶然瞥见彩虹的衣裙一角挂在高楼的棱角上。“你叫什么?”一切显得那么突兀,却也似水到渠成。“霞。”“哦。”没有言情小说的经典对白,没有时间、地 “Classmates, I can know your name?” The beginning of the story is the case, at its very best, caught off guard. A meeting is like waiting for a winter bloom, just because the time is up. Stand in the air with coconut, the sun dyed the breath of gold, looked up at the sky washed blue indigo, and occasionally a glimpse of the corner of the rainbow dress hanging in the corner of the tall buildings. “What is your name? ” Everything looks so abrupt, but also seems to be ripe. “Xia. ” “Oh. ” There is no romance novel classic dialogue, no time, and