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情人节的夜晚,很晚了,外面噼啪噼啪地下着大雨。他从省城开会刚回来,不要司机送,撑起那把小伞,冒雨向那栋他熟悉的小房子走去。他快步到了门口,收了自动小伞,往口袋里找到了那串钥匙,轻轻地插进锁孔……门的锁孔紧紧的。他试遍其它的钥匙,可就是开不开。里面扣上了?他这样想着。打她的手机,关机!他收了钥匙要敲门,可刚举手的时候,心理咯噔
Valentine’s Day night, very late, outside under the popping rain. He just came back from the provincial capital meeting, do not send the driver, propped up the umbrella, rain to the little house he was familiar with walked. He quickly walked to the door, closed the automatic umbrella, found the key in his pocket, and gently inserted it into the keyhole. He tried other keys, but it could not be opened. Inside the buckle? He thought so. Hit her cell phone, shut down! He received the key to knock on the door, can just hand up, the psychological slightly 噔