冬夜,寒风呼啸,将近十一点,曼玉却还在教师公寓楼下独自徘徊。记不清这已经是多少个来回了,可她依然犹豫不决,踌躇不定。抬头看了看那熟悉的房间,忍不住就要走上楼去,然而踏上几级台阶,却又垂头丧气地退了回来。“我该怎么办?到底要不要去?”她陷入深深的烦恼与苦闷中,似乎感觉不到手脚的冰冷麻木。下午拿到考卷的那一刻,她整个脑子就是一 Winter night, the whistling wind, nearly eleven, Cayman is still hovering downstairs alone in the teacher’s apartment. Can not remember how many this is already back and forth, but she is still hesitant, hesitating. Looked up at the familiar room, could not help but go upstairs, however, set foot on the steps, but dejectedly returned. “What should I do? In the end or not to go?” She fell into deep trouble and depression, it seems not feel the numb hands and feet. The moment she got the test paper in the afternoon, her whole brain was one