1他坐在这个叫“宁都州人”的休闲吧里最角落的位置,一个人,点燃了一支烟。现在已是深夜,透过宽大的玻璃窗,他看见楼下广场上寂静无人。直到烟吸了一半,他才注意到对面坐的那个女人。就在那一瞬间,他仿佛被什么力量给击中。她身后的头顶上正好有一盏橘色的灯,灯光给她的脸镀上了一层迷离的光芒,看上去让人感觉温暖、暧昧和朦胧。她半低着头吸着一杯绿豆沙,短发遮住了两颊,细黑的眉毛下是一对内双的眼睛,短睫毛,嘴唇温润,嘴角微翘,皮肤光洁无一丝瑕疵,没有化一点妆,看上去不算漂亮,但却让他联想起原野上盛开的蓝白色花朵,在风中烂漫而明亮。 1 He was sitting in the corner of the lounge called “Ningduren”, a man who lit a cigarette. Now it is late at night, through the large glass windows, he saw the silence on the square downstairs. He did not notice the woman sitting opposite until halfway through the smoke. In that moment, he seemed to be what force to hit. There was an orange light above her head just overhead, and the light shone on her face with a blur of light that looked warm, ambiguous and obscure. She held her head half cupped with a cup of green bean paste, with short hair covering her cheeks. Under the thin black eyebrows was a pair of double eyes, short eyelashes, gentle lips, slightly curving lips and a smooth, clean skin without any makeup , Does not look pretty, but reminds him of the blooming blue and white flowers on the wilderness, bright and brilliant in the wind.