当我再度打开了文档,面对曾经写过的故事,造过的句子,唏嘘中带一点奇妙的感功。原来那时候的我,写出来的故事是这样的。其实很多细节已经模糊了,所以我一边修改,一边试图回忆当时写作的心情,希望对修订有所帮助,最后却发现,慢慢在脑海中浮现的,都是些无关紧要的片段。深夜,我坐在学校附近那间十来平米的出租房,对着人生中第一台笔记本电脑,噼里啪啦地敲击着键盘。那一年我二十岁,孤单中带点倨傲,像故事里某些时刻的景夜。 When I opened the document again, in the face of the story I had written, I made the sentence, sigh with a fantastic sensation. The original time I wrote the story is like this. In fact, many details have been blurred. Therefore, while trying to recall the mood of writing at the time, I hope that it will be helpful to the amendment. In the end, I found out that it was a trivial passage that gradually appeared in my mind. Late at night, I was sitting in a ten-square-meter rental house near my school, cracking the keyboard with my first laptop in my life. That year I was twenty years old, lonely and proud, like the scenes of some of the night.