她仰着头注视詹德的侧影,但詹德显然还没发现她在楼下。他的蓝色细条纹衬衣裹着肥胖的身体在缠绕着爬山虎的欧式铁扶栏间影影绰绰,浓密的黑发上盘旋几缕灰色的烟。他可能在不停晃动跷着二郎腿在抽烟,佳玛想。他站了起来,一手搭在栏杆上,一手夹着烟,神情像四散的烟飘忽不定。佳玛看到一轮红日从他的后脑勺方向顺着高楼楼顶的避雷针滑落,詹德的脸顿时变得黯淡,缺乏生机。佳玛闭了闭眼,掂了一下手里刚买 She looked up at Zander’s silhouette, but Zander apparently did not find her downstairs. His blue pinstripe shirt wrapped in a fat body covered in ivy’s European-style iron fence between the shadow, the thick black hair circled a bunch of gray smoke. He may be shaking his legs while he is still smoking. He stood up, one hand on the railing, a cigarette in his hand, looked like a scattered smoke erratic. Jiama saw a red sun from the direction of his head back down the lightning rod on the roof of high-rise, Zhande’s face suddenly dim, lack of vitality. Jiama closed his eyes closed, a bit of a hand just bought