北京,建国门,京泰大厦……初冬的北京,寒意一天比一天浓厚,金黄枯萎的落叶在北风的戏谑下,时而被无情地卷起,时而又聚集一堆,煞是萧瑟;楼宇之间,行人神色匆匆,不时被高楼夹缝中吹过的阵风顶得脚步踉跄。孟轩站在京泰大厦12层的窗前,眉头紧锁,已经是上午10点了,他仍然无法把精力聚焦在工作 Beijing, Jianguomen, Jingtai building ... ... Beijing in the early winter, chill day by day thick, golden withered leaves in the north wind joking, sometimes mercilessly rolled up, but sometimes gathered in a pile, it is delusional; building Between the pedestrians look hastily, from time to time by the gusts blowing in the tall buildings caught the footsteps 踉 踉. Meng Xuan stood on the 12th floor of Jingtai Building window frown, it is 10 o’clock in the morning, he still can not focus on work