那天临近中午的时候,我站在办公室里看窗外不急不躁的细雨,心绪烦乱。雨丝斜织成一层层纱帘,把远处的山和树都掩映起来,只能看清楚近处的楼房清新的墙面和街道上奔驰而过的车辆。我拿起手机重又翻看那段短信:连续几天都梦到你,很想你,打你电话你也不接,发短信你也不回。我今天去县城看你。小菡。日期是昨天上午九点五十分。然而我没有回复。 Near noon that day, I stood in the office looking out the window no hurrying impatient rain, distracted mood. Rain yarn oblique woven into a layer of gauze curtains, the distant mountains and trees are set off, only to see the buildings near the fresh walls and the streets of Mercedes-Benz vehicles passing. I picked up the phone again look at the message again: for several days have dreamed of you, miss you, call you do not take you, do not send text messages back. I go to the county today to see you. Small 菡. The date is yesterday morning at nine fifty. However, I did not reply.