莱比迪的手有点僵硬,右手唯一的大拇指放在门铃上,却突然没有勇气按下去。十年了,对于所有这个世界的一切,哪怕一个小小的门铃,他都觉得特别的陌生和恐惧。然而,他终究还是没有忘记威尼斯花园B座,没有忘记这个僻静的小单元。门是铁门,只是失去了往日的华丽与光泽,门缝挂着些许铁锈,边缘 Leibidi’s hand was a bit stiff, his right hand’s thumb on the doorbell, but suddenly he had no courage to press it. For ten years, he felt particularly strange and fearful about everything in this world, even a small doorbell. However, after all, he still did not forget the Venice Garden Block B, did not forget this secluded cell. The door is iron door, just lost the gorgeous past and gloss, the door with a little rust hanging, the edge