不知为何,我突然想起南方。不知道他的手掌是否冰凉。我这么瘦,他是不是真的会喜欢。我忍不住自嘲了他说他来自南方,所以就叫南方。我被他逗乐了。我一直以为,这城市,就是南方。而他说,他的南方,非常遥远。三月的田野里有怒放的油菜花,七月的星空下有飞翔的萤火虫。我觉得他有点儿忧伤,有点儿寂寞,和我一样。很深的夜里,我们很自然地就聊上几句。我的网友很少,他是聊得最多的那一个。隔着网络,我想象他身体单薄、表情淡漠、眼神里有点儿忧郁。他的老板是个肥胖女人,昂贵的时装把一身肥肉勒起褶子。可他不能得罪她。他的薪水除了养活他自己, I do not know why, I suddenly remembered the South. Do not know if his palm is cold. I am so thin, he is not really like it. I could not help but laugh at him that he came from the South, so called the South. I am amused by him. I always thought that this city is the South. And he said that his south is very far away. There are blooming rape flowers in the March fields, and flying fireflies under the stars in July. I think he was a bit sad, a bit lonely, just like me. Deep night, we naturally chat a few words. I have very few netizens, he is one of the most talked about. Across the Internet, I imagine his body thin, indifferent expression, a little gloomy eyes. His boss is a fat woman, expensive fashion pleated a fat. But he can not offend her. In addition to his salary to feed himself,