Sunday, July 31, 2016

任何技巧都没有



  从小到大,他就是一个不太喜欢女孩子围绕的人,但显然,他的过去所有成绩决定了他的被追求、被绯闻经历非常丰富。那些姑娘各有各的优势,也各有各的技巧,而眼前的这小孩显然任何技巧都没有……

  他分明就看到她脸上的期待。

  就是期待……在这里能多留一会儿。


  “想呆多久?”他终于松口。

  “一个小时吧?”她马上开心起来,“八点,八点还不晚,我到家才八点半。”

  “可以,不过我没时间陪你。”他说。

  “没关系。”她答。

  只要在你身边呆着就行,她想。


  Gun思索了几秒。

  把她放在办公区显然不行,只能被那些队员轮番参观,还是直接去公寓区省事,那里在十点前都不会有人。

  他如此想着,算是默认了,带着她直接走出了办公区。

  佟年美滋滋地跟在后边,继续东张西望,不停地看着属于他的这个俱乐部。训练区过去是两个会议室、几个办公室,还有很大的休闲娱乐区,然后是荣誉室。

  玻璃门内能看到各种奖牌和奖杯。

  那些在百度百科上用来形容他的话,都真实地展现在眼前,光这么看着,就莫名激动。
  

  ……

≪蜜汁炖鱿鱼≫ 126-127页
墨宝非宝 著
ISBN 978-7-5500-1563-0





Saturday, July 30, 2016

十年前自己才九岁……



  她眨了眨眼睛,鼻子酸酸的,有些难过。

  手指无意识地在键盘上滑来滑去。

  如果是十年前认识他,估计都不敢靠近他。太耀眼了。


  咦,不对。

  十年前自己才九岁……

  小学三年级……

  还在为英语课成绩不好,拼命扯娃娃哭呢……

  三年级吗?她脑子里蹦出自己背着巨大的书包,哭着把卷子折成小方块,藏进书包的角落里,然后回家后成功被妈妈翻出来,第一个问题竟然是:“你为什么把卷子藏在书包里,这不是最好找到的地方吗……”

  那时候她连藏卷子都不会。

  他已经是世界冠军了。


  佟年有些感慨,打开微博,头一次破天荒地发了一句和日翻无关的话:十年前,你们都在做什么呢?忽然好感慨,我还笨到只会把卷子藏在书包里,就有人已经是世界冠军了。

  ……

  

  

≪蜜汁炖鱿鱼≫ 页
墨宝非宝 著
ISBN 978-7-5500-1563-0





第一个麻烦



  房间里的男人就坐在椅子上,身体向后仰着,再次翻了翻助理拿来的行程单。主力站队初五集合,去三亚,一天后,K&大部队到三亚,他和Dt,Grunt飞离,去美国参加《星际2》的线下比赛。

  安排的很妥当。

  他翻来覆去,将那张纸看了几遍后,终于回到了看到这张单子时想到的第一个问题。

  到底要不要告诉小姑娘,自己不在国内?


  过去二十九年里,他只亲口应承过别人两件事,第一是当初做Solo战队的投资人,第二是答应由她决定分手时间。

  会心软,或许就是因为她无条件相信了自己的解释。

  那段狗屁不通的——因为Dt的拜托,才对众人说她和自己在一起的——解释。

  他漂亮的脸上,除了整夜未睡的疲惫和差心情,还有一些对未来无法掌控的烦操。从昨晚开始他就有种不祥的预感,这次心软的行为会给自己带来无数麻烦。
  现在……就是第一个。

≪蜜汁炖鱿鱼≫ 101-102页
墨宝非宝 著
ISBN 978-7-5500-1563-0





等你觉得合适了,通知我



  一个小时前的车内。


  歌曲渐入尾声,Gun觉得车内的温度有些高,随手把空调关上,漫不经心地反问她:“你想什么时候分手?”

  啊?我?

  “怎么?”他语气不咸不淡的,“不知道?”

  “我也不知道什么时候合适……”

  现在?现在好像不合适吧?明天?好像也太快了点……一星期?一星期会不会显得太滥情了?一个月?

  她在心里,不断不断地,往后挪着时间轴……

  “这样,” Gun打断她漫无目的浪费时间,按下中控台上的开锁键,啪地一声,前排车门解了锁,“等你觉得合适了,通知我。”

≪蜜汁炖鱿鱼≫ 100-101页
墨宝非宝 著
ISBN 978-7-5500-1563-0





Sunday, July 24, 2016

失恋也要有缓冲期……



  笔记本电脑屏幕上,正显示着一个小小的屏保,是她自己做的。里边有个卡通的男人形象,在变幻各种表情,对个骑着大猫的萝莉说着话。每隔三秒,会变换一句,都是他曾对她说过的话,她都一字不差地都输入进去。

  为了怕爸妈偷看,都改成了日语。

  鼠标触上去,还能发出声音,声音还是根据他的声线特地做的……

  ……

  她无意识地用鼠标,碰了碰那个卡通男人,蹦出了一句话:“小姑娘,情报离谱啊。不是说喜欢我吗?怎么连我单身,且对女人没兴趣都不知道?”忽然跳出来的话,让她一愣,马上又脸红了……然后又立刻觉得更伤心了。

  好吧,失恋也要有缓冲期……

  要不然也太滥情了。

  她安慰自己。
  
≪蜜汁炖鱿鱼≫ 85-86页
墨宝非宝 著
ISBN 978-7-5500-1563-0





Sunday, July 17, 2016

My Dog Spot



  My dog Spot can sit up and beg for his supper.

  He likes to play with my daddy's slippers.

  My dog Spot likes to chase cats ... and rabbits ... and birds.

  He likes to chew on bones and then bury them in the ground.

My Dog Spot
written and illustrated by Jack E. Levin and Norma R. Levin
ISBN 978-1-4814-6907-4




The Family Dog



  I got to know Sporty the evening I first met my sweetheart and wife to be, Norma Rubin, at my sister's birthday party. I had offered to take Norma home after the party. It was there where Sporty, the Rubin family dog, greeted us at the door. Sporty was a fox terrier. He wasn't very large. He weighed about twenty-five pounds. Sporty was also full of life and energy. And as I soon learned, if Sporty knew you and liked you, he was sweet as sugar. If you were a stranger or he didn't like you, he could be tough as nails.

My Dog Spot
written and illustrated by Jack E. Levin and Norma R. Levin
ISBN 978-1-4814-6907-4




Saturday, July 16, 2016

It Didn't Really Go



Autumn came and leaves fell on the city. The boy was out one morning when something caught his eye.

He stopped and opened his mouth to say something. The he closed his mouth and let the little girl and the book go.

But it didn't really go.

You see, a good little book never completely goes away.

The Good Little Book
words by Kyo Maclear
pictures by Marion Arbona
ISBN 978-1-77049-451-0




Slowly His Heart Began to Open



Summer came and petals and pollen fell on the city. As the boy waited for the book to turn up, he began to read other books to pass time. He space-traveled, time-traveled and elephant-traveled all over the world and beyond.

At first it made little difference. No matter how many nearly good books he read, the boy still felt that the good little book had been written especially for him.

But slowly his heart began to open to other stories.

The Good Little Book
words by Kyo Maclear
pictures by Marion Arbona
ISBN 978-1-77049-451-0




A Loyal Companion



Winter came and snow fell on the city. No matter what his days held in store, the boy never tired of reading the good little book. It didn't turn him into a bookish boy, or improve his naughty behavior, but it did become a loyal companion, there to see him to sleep and distract him when had to "think things over".

The Good Little Book
words by Kyo Maclear
pictures by Marion Arbona
ISBN 978-1-77049-451-0




Think Things Over



One day a boy drifted into the study. This boy had just landed in trouble and had been sent off to "think things over". Which is what he did for exactly twelve seconds. Then he began to explore.

Seeing that the room was full of ancient stuff that didn't do anything, the boy pulled out the good little book. And with a sigh, he began to read.

The Good Little Book
words by Kyo Maclear
pictures by Marion Arbona
ISBN 978-1-77049-451-0




Sunday, July 10, 2016

选择




选择最合适的而不是选择最好的。
选择最精彩的而不是选择最华丽的。

宁愿自己是朴实自然的不完美,
也不要自己是矫揉造作的不完美。


≪表白 那些说不出口的话≫ 自己 125页
Dorothy 著
ISBN 978-957-13-6180-2




什么样的人身边




我们没办法决定什么样的人会留在我们身边。
但我们能决定留在什么样的人身边。


≪表白 那些说不出口的话≫ 自己 119页
Dorothy 著
ISBN 978-957-13-6180-2




两个人




爱情中不应该分谁主动这被动。
爱情中不应该分谁勇敢谁懦弱。

因为彼此都为了这段感情,
放下了自尊任性与不成熟。

因为彼此都为了走向更好的未来,
而放弃了一个人时可以拥有的安稳与自由。


≪表白 那些说不出口的话≫ 爱情 87页
Dorothy 著
ISBN 978-957-13-6180-2




没有人擅长爱




试着先去爱,试着相信爱。


没有人擅长爱。
没有人擅长这世界上最复杂同时也是最简单的情感。

但谁不想被爱呢?
谁不想好好的爱一个人?


≪表白 那些说不出口的话≫ 爱情 84|85页
Dorothy 著
ISBN 978-957-13-6180-2




Saturday, July 9, 2016

承担




我们总是要学会承担。

承担好的,承担不好的。
承担一段回忆的重量。
承担日夜思念的惆怅。

承担自己,
有时也承担了别人。


≪表白 那些说不出口的话≫ 朋友 71页
Dorothy 著
ISBN 978-957-13-6180-2




彼此




若是我们成为了世界上最遥远的人。
那是因为彼此不再主动。

若是我们成为了最冷漠的人。
那是因为彼此不再信任。


≪表白 那些说不出口的话≫ 朋友 57页
Dorothy 著
ISBN 978-957-13-6180-2




最丑陋的时候最美的时候




笑倒在彼此肩上的时候。
边哭变流鼻涕的时候。
最丑陋的时候最美的时候。

都没有保留的,
给予了你最真实的自己。

因为那是你。


≪表白 那些说不出口的话≫ 朋友 53页
Dorothy 著
ISBN 978-957-13-6180-2




把恨看得透透彻彻




话总是抢在彼此前面说。
另人受伤的,令人心碎的。

你说那是保护自己,
但不经意脱口而出的那些锐利话语,
都能把爱你的人伤得最深。

你说你看不清楚怎样是爱,但你却能把恨看得透透彻彻。


≪表白 那些说不出口的话≫ 家人 27页
Dorothy 著
ISBN 978-957-13-6180-2




Sunday, July 3, 2016

As White as Neapolitan Ice Cream




  Outside the city lay fields where sheep strayed and frayed the grass. There were orchards, too, hung with the golden globes of oranges, the silver sheen of pomegranates, the happy bubble of purple grapes.

  Monacello and Napolina danced in honey-golden sunshine, wearing smiles as white as Neapolitan ice cream, eating olives from the littlest trees. From so far away, the city, rising steeply out of the sea, was beautiful: you would have to have gone much closer to see the bits of darkness caught on all its sharp corners.

Monacello, The Little Monk, P56
written by Geraldine McCaughrean
illustrated by Jana Diemberger
ISBN 978-1-907912-03-0




The Undercity




  At the bottom of the well lay a maze of waterways spreading out like the roots of a tree, watering the roots of the city. At the bottom of the well lay something even more wonderful.

  The Undercity!

  Naples is an ancient city. The centuries have piled it up like the chapters in a book, one city on top of the one before. Underneath Naples-in-the-Sunshine lies Naples-in-the-Dark.

  Here, once, Romans in togas and sandals cooked and worked, ate and slept, painted their walls with pictures, paves their floors with coloured stones, while the river flowed outside their windows and fruit trees grew in their sunny courtyards. Now the windows had no view but darkness; the courtyard had no sky but the floors and streets above them.

Monacello, The Little Monk, P32
written by Geraldine McCaughrean
illustrated by Jana Diemberger
ISBN 978-1-907912-03-0




Saturday, July 2, 2016

A Mountain of Cats




  Naples had a lot of cats and Monacello liked every one of them. Sometimes he roamed the city alongside them, balancing along window sills and roof ridges, skittering over the bridges and through the empty market squares, gobbing up garbage and chasing cats.

  He gave them names —— Wormy, Flarehouse, Hairdrop —— and the cats loved him for it. No one had given them anything as nice as names before.

  Monacello slept under a mountain of cats.

Monacello, The Little Monk, P26
written by Geraldine McCaughrean
illustrated by Jana Diemberger
ISBN 978-1-907912-03-0