关叶在自习室捡到了一本书。书崭新,有些薄,是杜拉斯的《夏夜十点半钟》。关叶曾在高中的时候读过这本书,可她已经忘了这本书到底讲了什么事,只记得里面有一场残忍的谋杀。书太新了,她猜它的主人肯定还没来得及仔细读过就把它遗落了。但她没翻几页,就发现了一个秘密。有人用黑色的中性笔,在书页不同的地方画了几个圈圈。她心一紧,推了推眼镜,迅速翻遍全书,把散落在书页中的珍珠串起来——高,觉,我,喜,欢,你。这本书就是一封情书。 Guan Ye picked up a book in the study room. Book brand new, some thin, is Duras’s “summer night ten thirty minutes.” Kuan Yeh had read the book while in high school, but she had forgotten what the book was about and only had a brutal murder inside. The book is too new, she guessed it’s master must have not had time to carefully read it left it. But she did not turn a few pages and found a secret. Some people use a black gel pen, draw a few circles in different places on the page. Her heart tightened, pushing the glasses, quickly turned through the book, the string scattered in the pages of the string together - high, feel, I, hi, joy, you. This book is a love letter.