一她又一次去树洞了。这回是夜里,九点半,学校的合唱比赛刚刚结束。甘微眼角噙着泪,攥得皱巴巴的信封被小心翼翼地埋在泥土里,胖乎乎的小手揉了揉红通通的眼睛,便匆匆往外跑。不过是一两条街巷,她却第一次感觉自己像个肉球。两条腿像是灌了铅,千斤重般迈不动,肚子间层叠的肥肉晃动,她甚至能听到肥肉之间碰撞的钝响,仿佛提醒她被全班人讨厌了的事实。 Once again she went to the tree hole. This time is at night, half past nine, the school’s choir competition has just ended. Sweet eyes corner tears, gripping crumpled envelope was carefully buried in the soil, chubby little hands rubbing ruby ​​all eyes, they ran out in a hurry. But it is one or two streets, but for the first time she feels like a meatball. The two legs, like lead, plunged into the weight of a man, did not move as hard as he could, and the fattening of the layers of the stomach was shaking. She could even hear the blunt clash between fat and meat, reminding her of the fact that she was hated by the whole class.