静夜,一切都困了。疲惫的月光凝在窗外沉闷的空气中,只有点点余辉不情愿地洒在我的写字台上,静静的。忽然,一声打击乐似的声音响彻我的屋内,并冲向隔壁——这是我的喷嚏。声音刚落,从那边隐约传来拖鞋蹭地的“嚓嚓”声,紧接着是一阵急促的脚步声,“啪”的一声,门下缝挤进一丝灯 Quiet night, everything is sleepy. Tired moonlight condensate in the window boring air, only a little afterglow reluctantly sprinkled on my desk, quiet. Suddenly, a percussion sound resounded through my house and rushed next door - it was my sneeze. The sound of the faint, from there looming slippers rubbing the “Cha Cha” sound, followed by a burst of rapid footsteps, “snapped” sound, the door squeezed into a small lamp