一直无法给当年我和良子的事命名。称它“爱情”是对它的冤枉,也是对爱情的讥讽。却找不准其他近义词,或许可以叫做纯情?事情过了太久,记忆里只剩下这些零星的片断。他是院儿里的大哥。那天我在小艺家看电视。恶俗的古装言情,当年却看得津津有味。广告时间,我们俩在阳台上聊天 It has not been possible to name my son and my son. Calling it “love” is its embarrassment and it is also an irony of love. But can not find other synonyms, perhaps it can be called innocent? It has been too long, the memory of these sporadic fragments. He is the oldest brother in the hospital. I watched television at a small artist that day. Vulgar costumes have been relished in the past. Advertising time, we both chat on the balcony