她在伦敦留学的那四年，十二月每日都被白雪覆盖，声音消弭于雪中，唯有安静沉淀止住人心。

接通陌生电话的时候彷徨不安。

“又在开玩笑了。”愣了一瞬，她倚在墙边笑答：“那么两个小时后。”

“现在？现在不行。”揉了揉自己结成一团团的头发，睡眼惺忪。

“我现在有两个方案，一个就是两个小时后见面，要不就晚上。”

“抱歉，我来不了。你也没有提前打个电话来啊，这么匆匆忙忙的肯定出不来。”

突然电话那头无声，她沉默着等了一会儿依旧如此，于是挂了电话。

过了几个小时，电话又响了，

广播里有人在说话

each eveng the ute walked alone for hours the street

sotis the nights were ld with the sharp,ds of arch and it would be rag heavily

but to hi this did not atter

his gait was agitated and he always kept his hands stuffed tight to the pockets of his troers

then as the weeks passed the days grear and nguoro

his agitation gave way gradually to exhation and there was a look about hi of deep cal