少女时期的任晓静以为她和杨芳的友谊会胜过一切,就像她们唱歌时总是点的《一个像夏天一个像秋天》,她们能够声嘶力竭地歌唱,像某种宣誓,宣誓会成为一辈子的朋友。一关灯了。任晓静半靠在床上,手里捧着一本书,突如其来的黑暗将她的思绪生生扯断。杨芳双手叉腰站在这片黑暗里,看不清楚表情,但是窗外透进来的几缕月光刚好照在她翘起的嘴角上。她的脸出现了斑驳的光影,令人感到一丝诡异。 When she was a girl, Ren Xiaojing thought that her friendship with Yang Fang would outdo all of them, just as they often sing “like a summer like a fall,” and they could sing hoarsely like an oath of swagger that would make her a lifetime friend. A light off. Ren Xiaojing half leaning on the bed, holding a book in his hand, the sudden darkness of her thoughts life and life rip off. Yang Fang hands akimbo standing in this darkness, can not see the expression, but the moonlight through the window just shines in her mouth tilt. The mottled light and shadow on her face made it strangely strange.