等风吹来不知为何,向来素面朝天的我,那天竟然化了一个淡妆。米白色滚着绿荷叶边儿的真丝旗袍裙,米白色低跟皮鞋。一个笔记本,一枝笔。对的,就是这种感觉。在北京阜成门内西三条的一座幽静朴素的院子里,这样的妆容和那里极为般配。将手机设为静音,轻缓地走向展厅,静静的,怕打扰了谁的安眠。奶黄色的灯光,柔软,蒙胧,照亮了巨大的玻璃展柜,沉睡百年的旧时光,在眼前慢慢浮起,游动。 I do not know why the other wind blowing, has always been a meteor, I turned a day that makeup. Beige rolled Green Lotus leaves silk cheongsam dress, beige with low-heeled shoes. A notebook, a pen. Right, that’s the feeling. In Beijing, Fuchengmen Neixi three of a quiet courtyard, this makeup and there is extremely fit. Mute the phone, gently toward the exhibition hall, quiet, afraid of disturbing the peace of mind. Milk yellow light, soft, hazy, illuminated a huge glass showcase, sleeping a century of old time, slowly floating in front of us, swimming.