她是什么样子来着?他想了两个小时也没想起来,那张脸总是朦朦胧胧在他眼前闪,却并不清晰。记忆最真切的,是她穿的衣服,一件藏青色毛呢外套,把她修长的身材呈现得一览无遗。裤子呢?是牛仔裤还是裙裤,时间久了,他拿不准。倒是对内衣的颜色记忆深刻,粉红色,上面还印有一对泰迪熊,在屁股的位置瞪着两只大眼睛。夜正在朝深处陷落,窗外一片死寂,偶尔的几声车鸣更加衬托出夜的孤独。他躺在床上,看一本《聊斋志异》,正读到《婴宁》,浑身披挂着笑声的狐女,倒比大多世 What did she look like? He thought for two hours without thinking, that face was always dim in his eyes flash, but not clear. Memory is the most real, is her dress, a navy wool coat, her slender body at a glance. Pants it? Is a jeans or skirt pants, over time, he was not allowed. It touches on the memory of the color of the underwear, pink, printed with a pair of teddy bear above, staring at the butt position two big eyes. The night is falling toward the depths, a dead window, and occasionally several more car out of the night more lonely. He lay in bed, read a “Strange Stories”, is reading “Yin Ning”, covered with laughter fox female, than most of the world