遇到他那年,我17岁,他47岁。17岁的我,把头发烫得像盛放的牡丹,涂紫色的眼影,装模作样地叼根烟,跟一群不良少年混迹在夜店里。课旷得多了,老师就给我打电话,我很嚣张地笑:“不就是请家长嘛,又不是第一次,你看着办好了。”老师软软地说:“叶小羽,你这样对得起——”我知道她会说什么,就很快扣了电话,继续喝酒,可是心里酸酸的,很难受。 When I met him that year, I was 17 and he was 47. 17-year-old me, his hair was hot like a peony in full bloom, purple eye shadow, pretending to smoke, with a group of unhappy teenagers in the nightclub. The class was much louder. The teacher called me and I laughed arrogantly: “Not just asking the parents, it’s not the first time. You’ve done it well.” The teacher said softly:“ Ye Xiaoyu, you can afford it--”I knew what she would say. She quickly took a call and continued to drink, but my heart was sour and uncomfortable.