那是一个秋日微凉的黄昏。刚跟丈夫怄过气,一头湿漉漉的乱发披散,站在院子的当口,让风使劲吹着。 “过来!坏脾气妞!”说话的当儿,丈夫已拿着电吹风从房里走出来。没好意思再别扭,便拉过一把椅子顺从地坐下来。就这样,面对着满院子灿烂的花,不说一句话,心中的怨恨却已全消了。一头雾气渐渐地散尽了,耳畔不时地有一种温热的感觉。 “也许,几十年后的一个黄昏,像现在,你一人独坐的时候,你会想起眼前的这一刻的。” 沉默了很长时间的丈夫,突然说出这样的话来,而且在声音中还带着一丝藏不住的伤感。 “那你呢?” It was a cool autumn evening. Just hustle with her husband, a wet hair scattered, standing in the yard, let the wind blowing. “Come here! Bad temper girl!” When she spoke, her husband had taken the hair dryer out of the room. If you don’t mean to be so awkward, you can sit down and sit obediently in a chair. In this way, facing a splendid garden full of flowers, without saying a word, the resentment in the heart has disappeared. A mist gradually cleared away, and there was a warm feeling from time to time in the ear. “Perhaps, one evening after several decades, like now, when you sit alone, you will remember this moment.” The husband who had been silent for a long time suddenly said such words, and There was a trace of sadness in the sound. “how about you?”