天色阴暗,疾风夹着细小的雨点打在文具店那唯一一扇窗户上,昏暗的光从窗口射入,转瞬便被屋内的阴影吞噬,店里几乎看不清任何东西。那个年过半百、头发又疏又白的胖子老板被这狭逼的环境弄得昏昏欲睡,此时他以白胖的手臂支着脸颊,眼睛如同那扇小窗一般半开半闭,似乎是睡着了。“吱——”店门被一只细瘦的小手推开,店里光线昏暗,看不清面容,但从身形上可以辨认得出是个孩子。孩子停了停,在黑暗中闪动的目光落在老板的 The sky was dark and the wind blew in a tiny rain on the only window in the stationery store. The dim light came in from the window and was suddenly swallowed up by the shadows in the house. There was hardly any sight of the store. At that time, he was over half a hundred years old. His fat, fat, white-haired owner was drowsy from the narrow-minded environment. At this time, he supported his cheek with his fat white arm, his eyes half-open and half closed as a small window, It is asleep. “Squeak - ” shop was pushed by a thin hand, the store dim light, can not see the face, but can be identified from the physique is a child. The child stopped, eyes flashing in the darkness fell on the boss’s