一芝加哥奥黑尔国际机场,人群从四方汇聚而来又交错,像纺织机上奔涌的五色彩带。林雅拖着行李箱,不紧不慢地走着。她穿着蓝色风衣,麂皮小靴在光滑的地面上点划着波影,黑色眼线在丹风眼尾挑出一道淡淡的弧线,头发挽成一个松松的发髻,别有意味地插了根琥珀色发簪。她懂得装扮自己。林雅将两手插进口袋,装着若无其事的样子四处打量。接踵滑行的飞机不时在窗外轰鸣,免税店杂乱摆放着玩偶和糖果,她的视线开始忙碌起来。 Chicago O’Hare International Airport, the crowd came together from the Quartet and staggered, like the five-color ribbon rushing on the textile machine. Lin Ya dragging the trunk, walking slowly. She wore a blue trench coat, suede boots dotted on the smooth surface of the waves, black eyeliner in the end of Dan’s wind pick a faint arc, hair pulled into a loose bun, do not mean Plug in the root amber hairpin. She knows how to dress himself. Lin Ya hands into his pocket, loaded with nothing if looked around. The gliding planes roamed the window from time to time, the dolls and candy were cluttered in duty-free shops and her gaze began to get busy.