她爱上他鬓边的微霜,是白净草原上的风,带来风、尘及野外的诱惑,她甘愿飞马前去。他触到她白衣黑裙的庄重下,隐了一颗不羁的心。他不知是该欢喜还是恐惧。周六叫她加班,电话打到她家,半晌,她才接过话筒。“喂?”声音里,满是粘稠睡意。一个字腻中带涩,袅袅娜娜,青蛇般钻入他耳孔。他迟疑一下, She fell in love with his side of the frost, is the wind on the White Meadow, bringing the temptation of the wind, dust and the wild, she was willing to Pegasus go. He touched her solemn white dress, hidden an unruly heart. He did not know whether he was happy or fearful. Saturday called her work overtime, call her home, a long while before she took the microphone. “Hey? ” Sound, full of viscous drowsiness. A word greasy with astringent, curly Nana, green snake drill into his ear. He hesitated,