一早上,雾霾散了,温暖却未来,我从实习公司出来,紧了紧衣服,深吸一口气,一抬表,十点半了,还真是晚!夜晚的冬风就像烈酒,一把灌入我微微干燥的嗓子,嗤嗤啦啦,像个毛刷划着,这老掉的卡带的喉咙。鞋跟敲打地面,破碎的声音,脆脆的,悦耳又刺耳。我一扭头,才发现路这边多了一家米粉店--无名缘。远远地望着,只看到门内烟雾缭绕一片,白茫茫的;一股香丝丝缕缕来到我面前,拉扯着我,还带着店里的热气;屋里的橙色暖光从墙壁间挤出 In the morning, the haze scattered, warm but the future, I came out from the internship company, tight tight clothes, take a deep breath, lift the table, half past ten, really late! Night winter wind is like spirits, A pour into my slightly dry throat, chi la la la, like a hair brush, the throat of this old cassette. Heel tap the ground, broken sound, crunchy, sweet and harsh. I turned around, I found the road here more than a rice noodle - unknown edge. Looking afar, only to see the smoke inside the door, a vast expanse of white; a string of plumes came in front of me, pulling me, but also with the store’s hot air; orange warm light from the walls Extruded between