天,淅淅沥沥地下起小雨。等末班车的人们,纷纷退到临街的屋檐下。一个打扮入时的姑娘没动弹,从小巧的手提包里取出一把折叠伞撑起来。路灯照着伞上的孔雀羽毛花样,看起来像一只开屏的孔雀。雯雯也没动弹,只是用白色的长围巾把头包了起来。这显得有点土气,上海时髦的女孩子,有的已经在卷发上斜扣着绒线帽了。不过雯雯不在乎,泰然地站在“孔雀姑娘”身边,一点儿都不回避这鲜明的对比。一同从农村回上海的同学,都迅速地烫起头发,蹬上高跟鞋,见了雯雯就要说:“你太不爱漂亮了。”而雯雯就会立即反问:“谁说 Days, pattering began to light rain. The last train and other people, have retreated under the eaves of the street. A well-dressed girl did not move, holding up a folded umbrella from her tiny handbag. Streetlight peacock feathers umbrella pattern, looks like an open screen peacock. Wen Wen did not move, just wrapped in white long scarf up. This is a bit rustic, Shanghai’s trendy girls, and some of them have curled their velvet caps over their curls. However, Wen-Wen do not care, calmly stand ”Peacock girl “ side, not at all to avoid this sharp contrast. With classmates from the countryside back to Shanghai, are quickly hot hair, pedal high heels, met Wenwen said: ”You do not love pretty. “ And Wenwen will immediately ask: ”Who said