夜深了,窗外依然下着雪。何小冒看了一眼对面墙上的时钟,已经11点半了。他看了看摆在桌子上刚刚完成的计划书,长长呼出了口气。走出写字楼,一股刺骨的寒风夹杂着雪花朝何小冒扑面而来。他把脖子往领口里缩了缩,迎着飞舞的雪花,往停车场走去。在尝试了十几次走火之后,何小冒终于 Late at night, the window is still snowing. He took a glance at the opposite wall clock, 11:30 already. He looked at the plan just completed on the table, exhaling his breath. Out of the office, a biting cold mixed with snowflakes toward the small take. He shrank his neck to the neckline, facing the dancing snowflakes and headed for the parking lot. After trying out a dozen fires, Ho took the final minute