刚刚脱掉西装外套,放在火车二铺略显发黄的床单上,车门就关了。火车慢慢驰离站台,站台两侧的接触网立柱,像逆向奔跑的运动员,拖着模糊的影子,一根根擦肩而过。温志刚在过道旁的座位上坐下,捧着手机发呆。手机亮着,沙岑刚发给他的微信刺目地躺在屏幕上——“我们离婚吧!”一直以为,这句话一定是自己先出口,不料却被沙岑抢了先。说起来,也没有多难过。事情早有预兆,一切水到渠成。心情多少有点沉甸甸,不过可以接受。 Just take off the suit jacket, on the second train slightly yellowed sheets, the door is closed. Slowly away from the platform of the train station, site on both sides of the contact network of columns, like reverse run athletes, dragged the shadow of fuzzy, a root pass. Wen Zhigang sat next to the hallway seat, holding a cell phone in a daze. Cell-phone light, Sha Cen just sent him his WeChat staring eyes on the screen - “We divorce it!” Always thought that this sentence must be their first export, but it was Shaat first robbed. Speaking, no more sad. Things have long been a sign that everything is ripe. Mood a little heavy, but acceptable.