江淮停了脚步,他转过身看了一眼苏桑竹,女生头低低的,手从口袋里拿出来抓着两根书包带,很沉默很沉默。犹豫了一下,他还是说话了:“哎,你要不要跟我们一起走。”一十七岁,高二。苏桑竹越来越熟悉夜晚十点校园的气息。已经是可以穿短袖的季节,苏桑竹还穿着闷热的长袖校服,把自己裹得严严实实的。她说怕晒黑,别人说怕什么,反正也不白。她没有说话。十七岁的苏桑竹有点古怪,总是很多心事的样子。 JAC stopped, he turned and looked at Suezang bamboo, girls low head, hands out of his pocket and grabbed two school bag with a very silent silence. Hesitated, he still spoke: “hey, you want to go with us. ” Seventeen years old, sophomore. Sang Sang bamboo more and more familiar with the atmosphere at ten o’clock campus. Is already a short season to wear sleeves, Su Sang bamboo is also wearing hot, long-sleeved uniforms, wrapped themselves up tightly. She said afraid of tanning, what others are afraid of, anyway, nor white. She did not speak. Seventeen-year-old Sang bamboo a bit weird, always a lot of thoughts.