我把书夹在腋下,从光谷书城出来,虽然只是初春,阳光已经有些灼人,走到公交站牌的时候,细密的汗珠已经在毛孔里蠢蠢欲动了。脱掉外套,感觉稍微好了一些,把外套里的手机放进牛仔裤口袋的时候,我看到了妹妹的未接来电。习惯把手机调成静音的我,没少被通讯录里的人责骂。电话回拨过去,妹妹托我带一份意式抹茶蛋糕给她。她指定了要我去光谷书城旁边的那 My book folder in the armpit, out of the Optics Valley Bookstore, although only in early spring, the sun has been some scorching, walked to the bus stop when the fine sweat has been in the pores ready to go. Take off the coat, I feel a little better, put the phone in the jacket pocket jeans, I saw my sister’s missed calls. Accustomed to the phone into a mute me, not less people in the address book scolded. Call back in the past, my sister asked me to bring an Italian Matcha cake to her. She appointed me to go to Optics Valley Bookstore