林依然看了看窗外黑沉沉的夜色,凉爽的风从纱窗吹进来,日间的暑热一扫而空。他的精神为之一振,注意力又回到网上,他在群里兴奋地说:“明天聚会,欲参加者从速,本座难得心情好!”一时间,响应者云集。他一看,全是平日里追随自己的几个人,而他最盼望着的那个头像,静静地在那里亮着,无声无息。于是,林依然给那个头像发了个私聊:“明天去玩儿不?”良久,头像才闪动,简单的一行字:“有事不去了,祝你们玩得开心!”林依然的神色立刻黯然了,班上的女生中,他是最在意黄若 Lin still looked at the dark night outside the window, the cool wind blowing through the screens, and the heat of the day swept away. His spirit was aroused and his attention returned to the internet. He said excitedly in the group: “Tomorrow there will be a party, and the participants will have a good mood!” For a while, the respondent gathered. When he saw it, he was following several of his own people on weekdays, and the picture he had most hoped for was silent there, silently. So, Lin still sent a private chat to the avatar: “Won’t you play tomorrow?” For a long time, the avatar only flashes, simple line: “If something goes wrong, I wish you all have fun!” Lin’s look remained gloomy. Among the girls in the class, he was most concerned about Huang Ruo.