盛夏的暑气虽然到傍晚仍未消散,可肖可还是出门了。她没有拿包,只带了家里的钥匙,钥匙只有一个,黑色的,拴在一个精致的明晃晃的钢制钥匙圈上,钥匙圈上并没有像别人一样再挂个照片钥匙扣什么的带在身上,不是不想挂,是想带的那个人以前不适合这样张扬地出现,现在呢,已经没有这样一个合适的人了。她右手食指晃着这个孤零零的钥匙,看似轻松地出门,从十一楼往下走,走楼梯,不走电梯,这是她的习惯。 Although the summer heat summer has not dissipated in the evening, Xiao can still go out. She took none of the bags, only the keys of the house, only one key, black, tied to a delicate, bright, steel keychain that did not hang like anyone else. Who, not do not want to hang, the person who wants to take is not suitable for such a publicity appeared, now, there is no such a suitable person. Her right index finger shook this solitary key, seemingly easy to go out from the eleventh floor, go down the stairs, do not take the elevator, this is her habit.