站在教室门前的走廊上往外看,天空一片灰白,黯淡的浮云困倦地拖着几尾尘烟在半空中缭绕。我伸出手掌,开始细数食指的纹路,编织自己的忧伤。“你每天真的就这样打发时间吗?”阿楠那有点打卷儿的刘海在我眼前晃荡。“你总是打断我。”我不知道她是否觉察到我上扬的眉毛,“使我总 Standing in the hallway in front of the classroom door, looking out, the sky was gray, and dim clouds drifted across the air in a drowsy way. I reached out to the palm and began to count the lines of the index finger and weave my sorrow. “Do you really pass the time like this every day?” Anan’s frumpy bangs rocked before my eyes. “You always interrupt me.” I don’t know if she’s aware of my raised eyebrows.