芝加哥的夜这么冷,寒风卷袭着无人的大街,尘土飞扬,街角一盏灰暗的路灯无力地吐着白光,夜总是这么凄凉。福特从办公楼里走出来,裹了裹身上的大衣,显然烦透了这鬼天气。正当他坐上车要关上车门的时候,不知从哪里冒出一个穿着已分不出颜色的夏装的女孩,一把抓住了车门,就像抓住了 The night in Chicago was so cold. The cold wind blew on the streets of no one, and the dust was blowing. A bleak street lamp gave way to white light, and the night was always so cold. Ford walked out of the office building and wrapped in coats. He was obviously bored with the ghost weather. When he got in the car to close the car door, I wondered where a girl in a summer dress who couldn’t tell the color came out and grabbed the door just like she caught it.