他们面对面地坐着。她低着头,搅动着杯子里的蜂蜜柚子茶。他的视线越过她,散漫地看着玻璃墙外。下午4点的阳光里,步行街上的人少了一些,脚步也似乎慢了下来。玻璃墙内,KFC的店员们面带微笑,接待着客人们。几个小孩子在淘气堡的滑梯上滑着,年轻的妈妈们偶尔笑着制止他们欢快的尖叫。他抖了抖左手腕上的手表,打开表链的搭扣,又合上。“在想什么?”她抬起头,看着他,问。“没想什么啊,”他转动着表链,“有什么好想的。” They sat face to face. She lowered her head and stirred the pomelo tea in the glass. His gaze crossed her, looking out of the glass wall. In the sunshine at 4 pm, there were fewer people on the pedestrian street and the pace seemed slow. Inside the glass wall, the KFC clerks smile and welcome the guests. Several children slipped on the slide in the naughty fort, and young moms occasionally smiled to stop their cheerful screams. He shook his watch on his left wrist, opened the buckle on the bracelet, and closed again. “Thinking about?” She looked up, looked at him and asked. “What did not think ah, ” He turned the bracelet, "