那段日子常加班,完工后,有时同事们会去喝一杯,再趁着月色回家。过马路时,拐弯处有车灯,极凶险地扑面,他伸手将她一挡,“当心。”声调微醺。她转头一瞥,幽黯里,他的眼睛这么亮,令人惊奇,呼吸间带酒香,像看不见的舌尖,轻轻撩拨她。 Those days often work overtime, after completion, and sometimes colleagues will go for a drink, then take advantage of the moonlight to go home. When crossing the street, there was a headlight at the turn, blowing in great danger, and he reached for her, “Beware.” The tone was modest. She turned a glimpse of the dark, his eyes so bright, surprising, breath with a wine, like the tongue can not see, gently push her.