刘东坐在靠窗的位置,面前放着一杯咖啡,咖啡旁的两只盘子里盛着一份美式什扒和一份蓝莓慕斯。从窗子往外望,是一棵巨大的棕榈树,然后是马路对面的海鲜店。棕榈树宽大的叶子在路灯的照射下,在地面投下浓重的阴影。马路上行人和车辆来来往往,流淌着异地的繁华。刘东已经坐了一会儿,他还没看见安然,他脚边靠墙倚着一副装了框的用报纸包着的小油画,画的就是她。现在是晚 Liu Dong sitting in the window position, stood in front of a cup of coffee, coffee next to two plates filled with an American-style steak and a blueberry mousse. Looking out of the window is a huge palm tree, followed by a seafood shop across the road. The broad leaves of palm trees cast a heavy shadow on the ground under the lights of a street lamp. Pedestrians and vehicles on the road coming and going, flowing off-site bustling. Liu Dong has sat for a while, he had not seen Enron, his feet leaning against the wall with a boxed newspaper wrapped in small oil paintings, painting is her. It is late