那是一间安静的宾馆套房,听不到街市的喧哗声,卧室和卫生间挤在北侧,南侧一块小空间是起居室,摆放有沙发、茶几、书架、电脑和绿植。起居室里光线昏暗,虽然开有一面落地窗户,但窗帘紧拉,仅有几道窄窄的阳光透过缝隙照进屋里。小约翰站在起居室里,低头艰难地摆弄着身上的花裙子,不料,一束金色卷发 It was a quiet hotel suite, did not hear downtown noise, the bedroom and bathroom crowded in the north, a small space on the south side is the living room, placed sofa, coffee table, shelves, computers and green plants. In the living room, the light was dim. Although there was a floor-to-ceiling window, the curtains were tight and only a few narrow sunshine shone through the gap into the room. Little John stood in the living room, bowing hard to dress up the flower skirt, unexpectedly, a bouquet of golden curls