2016年12月4日晴她睁开眼睛看见的第一个人就是他,那时他的脸紧紧地贴在无菌病房透明的玻璃上。看见她睁眼,他欢喜地笑了,五官却没有离开玻璃,仿佛这样就能将她看得更真切。那模样,滑稽的很。之后的一个月里,她使出浑身解数百般发难:夜里十分钟一呜咽,半小时一大哭,比闹钟更准时。他只得彻夜和衣坐着,双手环抱着她,只有这样,她才能再次入睡。若是手举得实在酸了,想要稍微偷会儿懒, December 4, 2016 The first person she saw when she opened her eyes was his face, which was tightly attached to the transparent glass of a sterile ward. She saw her eyes open, he laughed with joy, facial features but did not leave the glass, as if this will be able to see her more real. That looks funny. After a month, she resorted to every means to make assaults: night ten minutes a whimper, half an hour to cry, more punctual than the alarm clock. He had to sit all night long and in a garment, her hands around her, and only then could she fall asleep again. If the hand is really sour, you want to be a little lazy,