这时天色开始暗下来,四周布满了神秘的气息。陆蓉坐在木板搭的阁楼上,看着窗外稀稀落落的行人,他们大多行色匆匆,像在归家的途中。陆蓉躺下来,接着又坐起来,她心里有点害怕,阁楼下传来姐姐陆婷切菜的声音,嚯、嚯、嚯……陆蓉下了楼,陆婷问,你去哪儿?陆蓉说,转转。她没有看姐姐,像陌生人,从姐姐身边擦了过去。陆婷说,早点回来。陆蓉没有回话,她很害怕,连回一句话都不敢。平常不是这样的,但今天陆蓉心里装了秘密。秘密这东西,是肥皂泡,一点都碰不得。陆蓉紧走了几步,突然又慢下来,看到了田园书屋里的陈志刚,他躺在竹摇椅 At this time the weather began to darken, surrounded by a mysterious atmosphere. Lu Rong sitting on the boarding attic, watching the sparsely populated pedestrians, most of them hurry, like going home on the way. Lu Rong lay down, then sat up again, her heart a little scared, downstairs came sister sister Lu Ting cut the sound, 嚯, 嚯, 嚯 ... ... Lu Rong downstairs, Lu Ting asked, where are you going? Turn around. She did not look at her sister, like a stranger, rubbed her past from her sister. Lu Ting said, come back early. Lu Rong did not answer, she was afraid, not even a word back. Usually not like this, but today Lu Rong heart packed secret. This thing is a secret, soap bubble, can not touch. Lu Rong tightened away a few steps, suddenly slowed down and saw the Garden Books Chen Zhigang, he lay on a bamboo rocking chair