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现在我都想不起我是在什么时候第一次见到沈念的,好像是在一家茶楼,一个白皙单瘦的小伙子,侧身而坐,外套虽然有点磨损但非常干净。儿年了,想起来,依稀就这点印象。而且那次见面似乎并没有拉近我们的距离。感到他的文弱、羞涩和腼腆,甚至还搀杂了某些顾忌。这让我们的初次见面似乎隔着什么,难免也就有了几分陌生之感。
Now I can not remember when I first met my heart, as if in a teahouse, a white, lean young man, sitting sideways, although a little worn coat is very clean. Childhood, think of it, vaguely on this impression. And that meeting did not seem to narrow our distance. Feel his frail, shy and shy, and even mixed with some scruples. This makes our first meeting seems to be separated by what, it is inevitable there will be a little strange feeling.