小@从没离白桑那么近,就像晚间电台里天气预报从没像这次那么精准。暴风雨在这个时节突然来袭,惹得一群不相干的人拥挤在屋檐下安静地想着彼此的心事。小@想的是:“到底是什么时候喜欢上白桑的?”也许是年级考试时白桑写字太大声,被小@训斥后垫了厚厚一沓白纸?也许是回家时自行车链条松掉,白桑热心帮忙顺利 Little @ has never been so close to Bai Sang, just like the weather forecast on the night radio was never as accurate as this time. The storm struck suddenly during this time, prompting a group of unrelated people to crowd in the eaves and quietly thinking about each other’s mind. Little @ thinks: “When did you like Baisang?” "Maybe it was a too loud voice written by Bai Sang during the grade exam. After being reprimanded by a small one, I gave a thick blank sheet of paper. Maybe it was home. The bicycle chain is loosened, and Bai Sang is eager to help