与夜色慢慢滑进教室,外面寂冷的夜下来,莫不同,教室里的日光灯直直地打不似白日。一堆厚书,四方墙壁,七心俱边静和扭动的奋笔,晚自习的风景这独好。背倚在墙靠门坐的高个儿男生Z,上,抓着笔,撑着脑门儿,两眼愣愣地直稿盯着毫无头绪的几何题,使劲在草纸上涂画着什么,已经用完了一张又一张纸。时而疲倦地抬起双眼,空洞地掠过黑板, Slowly sliding into the classroom with the night, outside the cold of the night down, not the same, the fluorescent lamp in the classroom is not playing like daylight. A pile of thick books, four walls, seven hearts are quiet and twisting strokes, night study landscape is good. Leaning on the wall by the door to take the tall boys Z, clutching the pen, propped forehead children, Leng Leng eyes straight to the clumsy geometry of the problem, hard painted on the paper, has been used Finished one after another piece of paper. Sometimes tired and raised his eyes, hollow skimming the blackboard,