她一页页读下去。那些故事像水一样，灌溉解渴，不分国家。

“i’ love

i've fally done it, i've fallen love

i’h the sll of fresh-cut grassi’h okie dough

i’h the aaurant

i’h the feelg i?get when i?listen to a really, really good song

i’ions

i’h y life

i apleted not half of a whole one whole person love with life, seekg another whole person love with life”

“i always cry when i chop onions

y o and i left y dad when i was 8

when i asked y dad how uch he loved , he would always say as uch as all the onions the world, past, present and future

i always cry when i chop onions”

接下来一页纸上画满了各种奇怪的小人头，男女、长短发都有，都是同样的笑脸，把一页 a4 纸挤得只剩中间一块小小的白色。

那块白色上歪歪扭扭写着