耳朵像是跑了一场马拉松一样,等松弛下来以后,苏墨尘就感觉到了累。骨头都酸的那种累。片刻都没闲地支愣了大半个晚上,不累才怪呢。已经是后半夜了。一场春天的雨,正不紧不慢地在窗外落下。苏墨尘依旧睡意全无,躺在床上,总觉得有什么东西在心头一点一滴地滋长。他摸索着开了床头灯,然后,拿过床头柜上的近视眼镜。门缝里似乎漏进来一丝声响。有点像锁孔咬住锁舌的声音。苏墨尘连忙坐起,套上了睡衣睡裤,然后,赤脚伸进了床下的棉拖 Ear like ran a marathon, so after relaxation, Su Mo dust felt tired. The kind of tired bones are acid. Suddenly a moment idle stunned most of the night, do not tired it strange. It’s late midnight A spring rain is slowly rolling out of the window. Soviet ink dust is still sleepy, lying in bed, always feel something in my heart bit by bit to grow. He groped for the bedside lamp, then took the glasses on the nightstand. Seems to leak into the door a touch of noise. A bit like a lock hole bite the sound of the tongue. Su dust immediately sits up, put on the pajamas pajama pants, and then, barefoot into the bed cotton drag