(一)江南严冬,没有像柳絮一般的雪花在半空中起舞,也没有戴着绒线帽、系着毛围巾、被厚厚的羽绒服包裹得密不透风的行人;有的却是冷冰冰的空气,还有那细细密密的冬雨,满大街都是轻装上阵的人们,随处可见超短裙美女款款走过的婀娜身影。只是这江南严冬的雨,奏出缓慢的节奏,却带着一股冬的萧瑟,让人由衷的不喜欢。柳珞和死党曼玢坐在一间即将拆迁的古玩店前的台阶上,两个脑袋紧紧地贴在一起,这里是她们诉说心事的老地方。曼玢环顾了一下四周,一个路人也没有,于是眨眨眼睛说:“珞,到底什么事啊?别吊我胃口了,快说吧。” (A) the winter south of the Yangtze River, there is no snow catkins like snowflakes dancing in mid-air, nor wearing a wool hat, tied with a scarf, was thick jacket wrapped tightly airtight pedestrians; some are cold air, There is that the dense dense winter rain, filled the streets are light-loaded people everywhere can see the miniskirt beauty models through the graceful figure. It is only the rain of southern winter, played a slow rhythm, but with a bleak winter, people really do not like. Liu Luo and the buddy, Manta, sit on the steps in front of an antique shop to be demolished. The two heads are tightly attached to each other. Here is the old place where they tell their thoughts. Man 玢 looked around for a while, a passerby did not, then winked and said: “Luo, in the end what happened? Do not hang my appetite, and quickly said.”