雨天,窗前。一杯新茶,悠悠的音乐。一个电话打破了这份难得的自在。“足球赛?你没疯吧?在下雨,不会开赛的。”“拜托,我还有N项作业没动呢……”“谁让你把票买好的——想先斩后奏!“……好好好,马上来!”我向另一头的同伴嚣叫着。不是铁杆球迷,只是想不出说服自己逃避的借口。奇怪的是,雨就那么恰好地停了。 Rainy days, in front of the window. A cup of new tea, long music. A phone broke the rare ease. “Football? Don’t you go crazy? It’s raining and it won’t start.” “Please, I haven’t moved N jobs yet...” “Who asked you to buy the tickets well - you want to play first!” “Come on, come on!” I yelled at the other party’s companion. Not a hard-core fan, but I couldn’t think of an excuse to convince myself to escape. The strange thing was that the rain stopped just so nicely.