也许有一种爱,真的沉默如山川大海。却并不代表,爱不存在。楔子在阮无暇八岁时的记忆里,赫尔辛基南岸的海水是深蓝色的。时值盛夏,当地人家在海边洗好地毯,晒在白色的木头栅栏上,淌水的地毯颜色各异,像万国旗帜。海边的阳光太刺眼,她的眼泪涌了出来。不远处穿蓝帽衫的男孩跑过来,脸凑到她眼前:“阮无暇,你怎么哭了?” There may be a love, really silent, such as mountains and sea. It does not mean that love does not exist. Wedges When Nguyen was eight years old, the water in the south bank of Helsinki was dark blue. When summer, local people wash rug at the beach, drying in the white wood fence, dripping water rugs of different colors, like the flag of nations. The sunshine by the sea was too dazzling, her tears poured out. Not far from wearing a blue hoodie boy ran over, her face scrape her eyes: “Nguyen no time, how do you cry?”