我手中紧紧地攥着一包纸巾……包装袋被我捏得“吱吱”响,最外面的纸巾被我手心的汗润湿了。我的心里苦巴巴的,要不要挺身而出?那是一个下雨的深秋,我登上了地铁回家。地铁很挤,几乎没有座位。我费尽九牛二虎之力才找到一张空位,刚准备坐下时,却发现上面不知被哪个人洒了一座位的奶茶。地铁里的灯光昏黄,那黑色的珍珠像一双双小眼 I clutched a tissue tightly in my hand ... the bag was “squeezed” by my pinch and the outermost tissue was moistened by the sweat of my palm. My heart bitter, or do not come forward? That is a late autumn rain, I boarded the subway to go home. The subway is crowded, with few seats. I exhausted enough effort to find a seat, just ready to sit down, but I did not know who sprinkled a seat above the tea. The dim light in the subway, that black pearl like a pair of both eyes