那时候颜辰斜靠在教室后门边,习惯性地眯着眼。天空被染成琥珀色。空无一人的校园能听见叶子“簌簌”掉落的声音,好像落满了整个夏天的心事。察察个子很小,双手提着水桶,身上还架了一个拖把,脸涨得通红,非常狼狈。颜辰也不帮忙,只是坏坏地笑。等到察察经过他身边时,他冷不丁地说:“察察,你不应该是个冬瓜。”察察惊得掉落了水桶,溅起的水花湿了校服。她站 Yan Chen lean back then at the back of the classroom, habitually squinted. The sky is dyed amber. The deserted campus could hear the sound of falling leaves, as if it had filled the mind of the entire summer. Investigating a very small, his hands carrying a bucket, who also framed a mop, his face rose red, very embarrassed. Yan Chen does not help, just a bad smile. By the time Tsarchal passed him, he said calmly: “Look, you should not be a gourd.” The police dropped his bucket and the splash of water was wet. She stood