{丹向街}:我预见不了最终的结果,所以就不能对当下妄下定论。认真去做,无须多言。四年前的光棍节,我和小枚趴在宿舍阳台上,静静地看着窗外飘飞的鹅毛大雪,谁也不说话。我们就像两个不得志的忧郁诗人,心里涨满了酸性情绪,却无处释放。“我现在已经开始看第三本小说了。”在校门口的火锅店里,小枚眼睛发亮地说。隔着小火锅袅袅升腾的雾气,我也不甘示弱地回应:“你也不快啊,我第三本还差个结尾。”她轻轻一笑,继续拿筷子在锅里扒拉着。 {Dan to the street}: I can not foresee the final result, so we can not jump to the conclusion of the moment. Seriously do, needless to say. Singles four years ago, I and a small piece lying on the balcony of the dormitory, quietly looking at the goose snow drifting out the window, who do not speak. We are like two unlucky melancholy poets, my heart full of sour emotions, but nowhere to release. “I have now started to see the third novel. ” In the hot pot shop at the school gate, the small eyes brightly said. Through the small pot curl up the mist, I also not to be outdone response: “You are not happy ah, I third still ending. ” She smiled and continue to chopsticks in the pan grilled pulled.