1992年,夏。 蝉鸣不歇,从窗外声声传来,带着六七月份的燥热,和香樟树下的清凉。一个身量修长的家伙倚靠在窗边,歪头夹着电话,正兴高采烈的和人争论着什么。快乐的笑声震颤着空气,惊飞了枝头小睡的鸟儿。 “Are you kidding me?!Hahaha!No~No way!Don't say that again!” “…Yeah…” “…Emmm…” “Don't worry,I will take back a sweetheart with me~Emmm,you say right,whether it's a man or a woman!Hahaha!You guy~take care of yourself!” 一边念叨着“这家伙…”一边放下电话,泽北满脸轻松,扬起胳膊大大的伸了个懒腰。明媚的阳光流泻而下,给全身镀上暖洋洋的温度。他微眯起眼睛,迎着阳光望去:打完全国大赛,我就要去美国了!