我认识卡布奇诺小姐是在国中的时候,她常从我们班门口走过,面无表情,一副高冷姿态。有时边走边整理衣服,在班里久坐,衣服难免会有褶皱,她就轻轻地把那褶皱抚平,庄严肃穆得像在进行某种仪式。那时,我正站在长长的走廊里,靠着窗户看远处港口缥缈的灯塔,为心里对未来的那丝迷茫而隐约焦虑着。她静静地从我身后走过,什么声音也没有,风里只有丝丝她走 I know Miss Cappuccino is in the country when she often walked from the front of our class, blankly, a high profile. Sometimes while walking clothes, sedentary in the class, the clothes will inevitably be wrinkled, she gently fold the folds, solemn as solemn as some kind of ceremony. At that time, I was standing in the long corridor, looking out of the window to see the lighthouse of the harbor in the distance, and vague and anxious about the future of my heart. She quietly walked behind me, no sound, only the slightest wind she walked