“上海的天气太潮,晚上盖多点被子,不要受冷。”这是我们在一次告别拥抱时的对话,你一遍遍地问我听到没有,不在意我一脸的不耐烦。那天风有点凉,从袖口钻到了骨子里。现在暖灯下的炉火旁,女主人公在唱一首慢歌,歌里说着“你会是什么样子,长发还是短发”。我便想起你又甜又大方的笑,和从前的许多年。 “The weather in Shanghai is too wet, cover more quilts tonight, do not be cold. ” This is our dialogue during a goodbye hug, you asked me over and over again, I do not mind, do not mind my impatience. That day the wind was a bit cold, drilled from the cuff bones. Now the fire under the warm light, the heroine singing a slow song, the song said “What would you look like, long hair or short hair ”. I remembered your sweet and generous smile, and many years before.