在那之后,她一直都不太清醒,生活上什么问题都没有,就像卡带了一样,再也缓冲不过去。她宁愿说服自己,她喜欢的人是个坏人,对她不是真心的。如果是那样,至少她喜欢的人还活着。还活着,比什么都好。比喜欢她,都好。1从信箱里取出那封信的清早,对于苏素来说,没有什么不同。冬天六点钟的北京城还黑着,可一层不知是雾还是霾的混沌就已经在那儿了。但即便如此,也已经热闹了起来。太多人疲于奔命,苏素倒是悠闲,停下单车,买碗豆汁,没有座位,就端着碗坐在路边喝。这千篇一律的生活啊……她呵着白气,才腾出手从包的外层掏出刚刚取到的信。苏素的家还挺让人羡慕的,她住着一处古宅。 Since then, she has not been very sober, there is no problem in life, just like a cassette, no longer buffered. She would rather convince himself that the person she likes is a bad person than she really is. If so, at least her favorite person is still alive. Still alive, better than anything. Than like her, all good. 1 Early in the morning when the letter was taken out of the mailbox, it was no different for Su Su. The city of Beijing at six o’clock in the winter is still dark, and there is already a layer of chaos where fog or haze is unknown. But even so, it has been bustling. Too many people are exhausted, Su-chan is leisurely, stop cycling, buy a bowl of bean juice, no seat, sitting on the side of the bowl to drink. This stereotyped life ah ... ... she hugged white gas, it free hand from the outer layer of the bag just took out the letter. Su Su’s home quite envious, she lived in an old house.