雨儿星星点点地落着,宣告寒冷季节已经开始了。阿维夏没在意雨点,这会儿他正走在自己一岁起就开始熟悉的林阴大道上, 心里想着戴丽娅。一小时前他刚开车去城南买了几罐油漆,想把新公寓黄色的墙壁刷成白色。他买了5罐油漆,那4罐现在还在车上。这不,他正准备叫戴丽娅下来帮忙搬运呢。一滴雨点突然落在他的额头,然后滑到鼻子上。他后悔没买刷子,尽管他好像在戴丽娅那么多东西里看到过一把。不过,即便 Rainy stars dotted, declared the cold season has begun. Avicad did not care about raindrops, and at this moment he was on his way to getting familiar with Linyin Avenue when he was one year old, thinking of Delia. An hour ago he had just drove to the south to buy a few cans of paint, trying to paint the yellow walls of the new apartment into white. He bought 5 cans of paint, and the 4 cans are still in the car. No, he is going to call Delia down to help carry it. A drop of rain suddenly fell on his forehead, and then slipped to the nose. He regretted not buying a brush, though he seemed to have seen one of the many things in Delia. However, even if