三年级一个普通的午后,我一如既往地逃了一节课偷跑回家。推开普通居室的门,一个穿着花布裙子,扎两个小揪揪的老土女孩正坐在我家的沙发上,小口吮吸着我放在冰箱里的椰汁。自行车驰过发出悦耳的叮铃声,窗外蝉不停聒噪,发出扰人嘶嘶声,老旧的风扇发出刺耳的吱呀声……她既没有对我打招呼,也没有露出一丝甜美的微笑,而是举起了我的小霸王游戏机——没有什么姐弟相见不相认的痛哭流涕,印象里只是多了一个会打架、抢着打魂斗罗的混蛋“假小子”。 An ordinary afternoon in the third grade, I escaped from class to steal home. Open the door of a common room, a girl wearing a floral dress and two small black-and-white dragons is sitting on the couch in my house and sucking my coconut milk in the refrigerator. The bicycle chimes out and makes a sweet sound of cacophony, and the cicadas keep squealing and the hiss of the old fan squeaking. The old fan makes a squeaking squeak ... neither she greets me nor smiles a smile Is lifting up my kid game - no siblings see each other did not recognize the crying, the impression is just one more will fight, rushing to fight soul douro “tomboy ”.