一过十一点,顾巧虹就愈发地清醒,总觉得脑子里挤挤挨挨地塞满了事,那些事却又像是被浆糊粘成了一团,乱糟糟黏糊糊,找不到由头。对声音的敏感度也在这个时候达到了极致,连风吹起树叶或塑料袋的声音都像有经过扩音器后的效果,在黑夜里以超强的穿透力直击耳膜。有脚步声夹杂着低低的说话声由远及近,顾巧虹立马出现了条件反射——倏地睁开眼睛,抓起枕边的法兰绒家居服披上,下床,蹑手蹑脚地走向窗边。拈起窗帘一角,果然,刘婷和张建峰如往常那样一前一后走了过来,月色暗淡,从三楼望下去,两人的脸模糊不清。看着他们 After eleven o’clock, Gu Qiaohong became more and more awake, always feeling crowded squeeze squeeze to get stuffed things, but those things are like sticky paste into a group, messy slimy, can not find the ground . Sensitivity to sound is also at its peak at this time. Even the sound of leaves or plastic bags is like the effect of a loudspeaker, and the eardrums are super-penetrating during the night. There are footsteps mixed with low voice from far and near, Gu Qiaohong immediately appeared conditioned reflex - suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the pillow flannel home clothes, get out of bed, crept to the window. Pick up the corner of the curtain, and sure enough, Liu Ting and Zhang Jianfeng, as usual, come in front after another, the moon dim, looked down from the third floor, the two faces blurred. Look at them