最后一次见到你,是在北京。我心情不好,在微信上吵着要去看你。你犹豫了很久,说:“出来散散心也好。”和以往的每一次一样,你妥帖地开始给我办理机票、酒店预订事宜。北京的夜晚是干冷的,我刻意穿了短的裙和高的鞋,光着腿奔跑在午夜空旷的首都机场时,整个心都是燃烧的。你安排的司机早早等在了出口处,而我匆匆忙忙的,连托运的一箱子香水、护肤品都忘记拿。夜色下,北京是静谧的。我在夜行的车里收到了你给我的短信:这几天比较忙,不能陪你了。你先找朋友玩,有什么需要打电 Last time I saw you, I was in Beijing. I’m in a bad mood, arguing in WeChat to see you. You hesitated for a long time and said: “It’s easy to get out of your heart and soul.” As always, you should begin to handle my flight and hotel reservations properly. Beijing night is dry and cold, I deliberately wore short skirts and high shoes, running barefoot at midnight the capital airport, the whole heart is burning. The driver you arranged was waiting for the exit early, and I was in a hurry, not even a checked box of perfume, skin care products. Under the night, Beijing is quiet. I received the message you gave me in the car on the night: these days are too busy, can not accompany you. You find friends to play, what needs to call