她承认,当她决定问他星座的时候,对他的好奇就已经开启了。在开往千岛湖的大巴上,他坐在她旁边,用一张纸巾把窗角、窗框擦得一尘不染。用过的纸巾,他对折,再对折,之后塞进了垃圾袋。“你是什么星座的?”她摘下一只耳机,侧头问他。“天蝎。”他的声音隔着陌生的距离。“竟然……”她自诩星座达人,却对他看走眼了,于 She admitted that when she decided to ask him the constellation, the curiosity about him was already on. Sitting on the bus bound for Thousand Island Lake, he sat next to her, wiping the window and the window frame clean with a tissue. Used paper towels, he folded, and then folded, then stuffed into the garbage bag. “What is your constellation?” She took off a headset and asked him sideways. “Scorpio.” His voice across strange distance. “Even ... ...” She self-constellation of people, but he looked down upon