没错,我在十年前就喜欢你了,像个奇迹。那时候我还住在昌平路的公房里,房间的窗户外面就是楼梯间,还没有手提电脑,我对着台式机敲键盘,写最初那些不成形的小说。你在凌晨时分突然打电话给我,常常是在过黄浦江的轮渡上,你话说了一半就突然停下来说,你听得到风的声音吗?我怎么会听得到啊,但是我想象你站在轮渡的船头,叉腿站立,风从你身侧飕飕穿过,我又私自在这样的想象里给你添上一杆AK47。那是因为初见你 Yes, I loved you ten years ago, like a miracle. At that time I was still living in the public room of Changping Road. Outside the window of the room was a staircase, and without a laptop, I typed the keyboard into the desktop and wrote the original novels. You suddenly call me in the early hours of the morning, often on the ferry crossing the Huangpu River, stop suddenly when you say halfway, you hear the voice of the wind? How can I hear it, but I imagine you stand At the bow of the ferry, the fork legs stood, the wind passing through you from the side of my body, and I secretly added an AK47 to you in this imagination. That is because I saw you