九月初九的晚上,家里的门被砰的一声推开,破门而入式的。阿明站在门口,鼻子被吹得有些红肿,头发梳过后还显凌乱,三年没洗过的登山包理所当然是脏兮兮的样子,只有眼睛是亮晶晶的。又是砰的一声,毫不顾忌的将背包放在了进门的地上。阿呆听到动静自然的朝门口方向望去,看到那双亮晶晶的眼睛,一言不发地回过头,洗碗的手顿了一下,然后洗得更快了一些。 In the early hours of September on the ninth of September, the door of the house was slammed open and broken. Amin stood in the doorway, his nose was blown a little red and swollen, combed hair was messy, three years did not wash the mountain package of course is a dirty look, only the eyes are shiny. Another bang, unscrupulous backpack placed on the ground. Dumb heard the natural direction toward the door to look, saw the pair of shiny eyes, without saying a word back, washing hands paused, and then washed a little faster.