记不得是从什么时候开始的,每到周四,就会有两个随笔本摆在我办公桌的正中间。没有透露姓名,不算优美的字体,每周一篇,记录着他们的心情故事。我会按本子上的要求,写下我的阅读感受或是建议。而到了周五,它们就会消失不见。像是某种神秘的……契约。过于平淡和程式化的生活,也因此平添了一份色彩,所以我从来没想过要去弄清楚它们的主人究竟是谁。这就仿佛阅读一本悬疑小说,一旦过早地知道了黑衣人的真实身份,那便意味着整个故事就要飞速地结束了。其实随笔的内容都很普通,听了谁的演唱会、享受到了难得的假期、和家 Can not remember when to start, every Thursday, there will be two essays placed in the middle of my desk. Unidentified, not beautiful fonts, a weekly article, recording their mood story. I will according to the requirements of this book, write down my reading feelings or suggestions. And by Friday, they will disappear. Like some mysterious ... contract. Too boring and stylized life, so add a touch of color, so I never thought to figure out who their masters are. This is like reading a suspense novel, once the premature to know the true identity of black people, it means that the entire story will soon come to an end. In fact, the essay content is very common, who listened to the concert, enjoyed a rare holiday, and home