Chapter 6 6. Original Sin · Fate

The man I'm going to tell you about, and the things I'm going to tell you about, existed decades ago, if they existed at all.I say this because I was too young at the time, and they are so blurred in my memory now: If my grandma was still alive, she would say to me, "Where is such a person, no", or " Where did these things come from, it never happened", and I would believe that I had never met this person, and these things had never happened in the world.However my grandma has been dead for many years. So you don't have to be too concerned about the veracity of this story.It might as well be regarded as those things that once entered his consciousness and then came out together with his consciousness. I can only think that this is true.If it is taken as a story, this reason is very sufficient.

I don't think it's important what this person's last name is;I just remember my grandma told me to call him Uncle Ten.At that time we lived on the same street, and there was a small temple called Jingtu Temple almost in the middle of the street. My family lived at the south end of the street, and theirs was near the north entrance of the street.His father ran a tofu shop there, but he couldn't figure out at what age his wife died, so he hired a helper named Lao Xie.When Lao Xie came, it was said that neither my father nor my mother knew each other. Uncle Ten lay in the hut behind the tofu shop all day and all night.He couldn't move from the neck down, from the neck to the chest, to the waist, to the feet.You can't even turn your head.That is to say, apart from opening and closing eyes, opening and closing mouth, exhaling and inhaling, he can no longer do other actions.But he lives.He was lying on the bed with the quilt covering his neck, you couldn't see how long his body was, and you even felt that there was no body under the quilt.You make the quilt whatever you want it to be. If you put a coin on the quilt, it will never fall if no one else moves it.He lived like this year after year.If I make an estimate now, he must have been sixteen or seventeen years old at that time, and he would not be younger, otherwise grandma would not have asked me to call him Uncle Ten, and he could tell many interesting stories like adults.It is precisely because of this latter point that I am extremely happy to go to the tofu shop with my grandma, to make soy milk or to buy tofu.Grandma said that I grew up drinking Uncle Ten's father's soy milk.A few decades ago, not many people could afford to drink milk every day.I was six years old at the time, the age at which I could remember things but not remember them clearly.

I can't even remember if I was six years old, but I remember that Axia, who was four years older than me, went to elementary school early, and her brother Adong, who was one year younger than me, played at home all day like me.Axia Adong and my family live in the same yard.Their family can afford milk every day, but they also like to drink soy milk. When grandma and I went to make soy milk, Axia Adong's mother asked them to go with us, and asked Axia to carry a small iron bucket.A Xia called Uncle Ten Brother Ten, and she said that her father made him call him that. It can be seen that Uncle Ten was not much older than I estimated at that time.A-Dong is sometimes called Brother Ten after her elder sister, and Uncle Ten after me.I don't know why it's Uncle Ten. I remember that he doesn't even have a brother or sister.

The street is not wide, but it is long but straight. Standing at the gate of my house, I can see Uncle Shi's tofu shop at a glance.There are almost no people on the street in the afternoon. If there is no ritual in the Jingtu Temple, you can hear the humming stone mill of the tofu shop. After listening to it for a long time, I feel that it is the sleepy sunshine all over the floor, as if the sun in the afternoon so loud.As soon as the grinding sound stopped, the donkey pulling the mill yelled as if to avenge its grievances, and then the grinding sound started again.It wasn't until it was getting dark that the grinding stopped completely, and the donkey yelled again, exhausted and relieved, running long and long through the entire deserted small street, knocking dust on the old walls along the way, it was the first sign of the moon coming out Voice.

A-Dong and I jumped up and down the steps at the gate of the courtyard, killing our childhood.Two nuns from Jingtu Temple walked quietly under the shade of the south wall, as if their feet didn't touch the ground.A-Dong and I stood on the stone platforms on both sides of the door, and each held a "pistol" and aimed at them. The two nuns smiled at us without making a sound, and swam into the pure land like two kind fishes. Temple to go.A-Dong's gun is made of iron sheet and bought from a shop, it can crackle, and mine is made of wood and doesn't look like a real gun.I said to A-Dong: "Let's switch and play for a while?" He said: "Old for old, old for old!"

I said, "It's a pity that you didn't hear the story that Uncle Ten told you yesterday." "What story?" A-Dong said. "It's a pity that your aunt made soy milk yesterday. Neither you nor A-Xia know what story Uncle Ten told." "What story?" A-Dong said. I "Hmph!" and looked at his gun.A-Dong is not stupid at all, pretending not to care and said, "Unfortunately, I have heard the story told by Uncle Ten, what a pity." I said, "It's a pity that you haven't heard of the one yesterday. It's a pity that the story yesterday is really good. It's new and not old."

A-Dong was bored for a while, and then asked, "What are you talking about?" "It's mythical." "What myth?" "Hey, hello!" I said, "That myth is nice and long." A-Dong tossed his gun back and forth, I knew I would be able to play with it soon, but I deliberately didn't look at it.I said, "It's not the ones you've heard, it's not the one about mice dancing." A-Dong handed me his gun and said, "Change it." Tin Gun began to tell that story to A-Dong. "Do you know why the wind blows?" A-Dong shook his head, "You don't know, do you? The wind is God's fault. Do you know why the wind is so strong?" A-Dong shook his head again. "That's because God is tired from running. If you don't believe me, try it." I pointed my mouth at A-Dong's face, panting heavily, blowing until he closed his eyes. "Do you think so?" A-Dong nodded in conviction, waiting for me to continue.But I have already finished the story. Uncle Ten has been telling the story for a long time, so I can finish it in just two sentences.A-Dong asked: "It's over?" But I haven't played enough with that gun, so I said: "No, it's still long." But I don't know what Uncle Ten said, how can God run away, run away Where did I go, where did I go, what did I see, mountains, seas, clouds, trees, etc. I don’t know how to tell. "You're going to talk if you don't finish," A-Dong urged me.I just made it up: "Do you know why it rains?"

"Why?" I said casually, "That's God peeing." Unexpectedly, A-Dong laughed and found it very interesting, so I was also very excited and inspired.I said again: "Do you know it's snowing? It's God shitting." A-Dong laughed hard. "Where is the thunder? Do you know that the thunder is God's big fart!" "God-big fart-!" A-Dong shouted, laughing endlessly. "Boom boom boom, God farts really loud, isn't it Adong?" "Boom—! Boom—!" We both sat on the steps and yelled in unison, "Old, God, Lord! Put, big, fart! Boom—! Boom—! God..." At this time Axia ran out, stood on the threshold and listened to us yelling for a while, telling us to stop talking nonsense.Instead we shouted louder and happier.She turned around and called her mother and grandma: "Come and see, don't you care about them?!" A-Dong and I quickly shut up and ran back to the courtyard.At this time, the sound of the grinding at the tofu shop stopped, and the donkey let out a sigh-like cry, and everyone was getting ready for dinner.

But A-Xia didn't come back, she danced lightly in the dark doorway by herself, twirling around, humming in a low voice, the light-colored dress suddenly unfolded and then hung down, she was here for a while, and there for a while... Uncle Ten's hut is only six square meters, or even smaller, with a bed and a table, and the rest of the space will be filled as soon as Adong and Axia and I go.But that house is very tall, much higher than the surrounding houses, so I said that it can be seen at a glance from the gate of my house.The only small glass window was so high that even Axia couldn't reach it by standing on the bed rail. Once she said that she would definitely be able to reach it, but she was still a long way from standing on the bed rail enough.Uncle Ten was anxious to tell her to come down quickly, don't break her waist.

"Uncle Ten told you to come down quickly, A-Xia!" I said. "Uncle Ten told you to come down quickly!" A-Dong also said. "You're also called Uncle Ten," A-Xia said to A-Dong, "Dad told us to call you Brother Ten, why can't you remember it?" A mirror was hung on the wall facing the window, another mirror was hung under the window to face the first mirror, and another mirror was hung under the first mirror to face the second mirror. There are seven mirrors, one of which is shorter than the other, facing each other obliquely, which is the same as a periscope. There are also two mirrors on the roof, which are also obliquely facing the mirror on the wall, so that Uncle Ten can see out of the window even though he cannot move. No matter how you lie down, you can see it.It was Lao Xie who came up with this idea for him. Lao Xie was illiterate and didn't even know what a periscope was.A Xia went home and told her father about it.Axia Adong's father is a university professor, who spends his whole day on his desk either writing or doing calculations. At this moment, he raised his head and said with a smile, "Oh, really? It's a pity that Lao Xie didn't go to school."

From those mirrors, one can see: a row of weeds on the top of the wall (there must be a narrow alley on this side of the wall, and people can occasionally hear people passing by there), a large area of ​​gray roofs and a few old trees on the other side of the wall , the farthest distance is a white building and a piece of blue sky.Nothing more.Uncle Ten will always see these things, but there are stories he can never finish telling. "Did you see that the tops of the trees are green?" said Uncle Ten. I said, "I see, what's the matter?" A-Dong also said, "I see, what's the matter?" "A-Dong will learn from others," A-Xia said, "You'll be so stupid." "Did you see a tree that wasn't green yet?" said Uncle Ten. "I saw it, what's the matter?" A-Dong said first, and then looked at A-Xia.At this time, Axia didn't pay attention to him. Uncle Ten said, "That's a jujube tree. The jujube tree germinates late. See what's on it?" A Xia said, "A piece of cloth? It's a piece of rag." A-Dong also said it was a rag. "I didn't learn from you, but I saw it too! Even if I saw it, why did you let you see it alone!" A-Dong shouted at A-Xia, almost crying. "Squeamish Baoer, you're so stupid," A-Xia said. A-Dong swallowed back her tears. "You're not right," said Uncle Ten. "It's a note. It's a kite. If a kite hangs on a tree and breaks down, all that's left is a note. It happened yesterday afternoon. It's a pretty drawing." A big Sha Yaner who is very particular, must have made him feel bad." "Who is it, Uncle Ten? Who did you feel bad about?" I asked. "He should be released in the open field to the south," said Uncle Ten. "Who is it? Who should be released in the open field to the south!" "It's so spacious there, isn't it?" Uncle Ten said, "You can run there even if you run hard, and you can run with your eyes closed to ensure that you won't hit anything. When the kite is high, you can tie it to a tree. Don't worry about it, it won't fall down. You can tie it to a rock, and then you sit on the rock, and you watch the kite flying in the sky without moving, and you can do other things as you like. Even if you sleep on that stone, you won’t be afraid, and when you wake up, you will see that the kite is still in the sky. Well, if it were me, anyway, I would rather walk a few steps to the empty field to the south.” "Uncle Ten, where is there an empty field in the south?" I asked. Uncle Ten looked in the mirror and remained silent for a long time.The note on the jujube tree fluttered and fluttered, and it didn't stop for a while. A-Dong said, "Uncle Ten, tell me a story." "You're also called Uncle Ten." A Xia slapped A Dong on the bottom. "Brother Ten, let's tell a story individually." A-Dong said. Uncle Ten let out a long breath and said, "What story do you want to hear?" A-Dong said he was listening to the myth. "Okay, it's a myth," Uncle Ten said, taking another long breath, "Do you know that people have a next life?" "No, Brother Ten doesn't," A-Xia said, "That's superstition." "What is superstition?" A-Dong asked, and then yelled: "No, no! Just talk about this tenth brother, you can talk about this, I dare to love A-Xia, she has heard it." "I'll tell you something else, a better one." "No! I'm going to listen to this, Axia has already heard it." "If you make trouble, let's go home." A-Xia said. A-Dong stopped shouting now, and talking about something else would have to be a myth.Uncle Ten said yes, he sighed, and said, "Did you see that girl on the balcony? On the third floor, on the balcony on the third floor?" Uncle Ten was talking about the white building in the distance. "Is that the one in the red dress?" I said. Uncle Ten closed his eyes, like someone else nodding his head. "At this time of day she stands there and looks downstairs. From the time when she was not as high as the balcony railing, I saw her standing there at this time every day. At that time, she was holding the railing with both hands from the gap in the railing look down. When it rained, she stretched out her little hand to try the size of the rain, and when it rained heavily, she wiped away her tears.She was waiting for her mother to come back from get off work. " I asked, "How do you know it is?" "Because after a while, I saw her jumping happily, and then squatted under the window sill to hide. Immediately after the balcony door opened, my mother came out before she had time to put down the schoolbag in her hand. My mother pretended to look for her on the balcony. , she couldn't help but jumped out and yelled, the yell was so sharp and crisp that even I heard it. My mother picked her up and kissed her hard." "She's probably not as tall as me?" A-Dong said. "Yes, not at that time. Later, she grew taller than the balcony railing, and she would hold on to the railing and lift her feet to look down. It was still at this moment every day. It was still the same as before. After a while, when my mother came back, She had already taken care of putting down the things in her hand, but she was still hiding under the window sill and jumped out at this moment, her voice was clear and soft, and mother bent down to kiss her." "What's the point of this, Brother Ten, tell me a myth." "Stop messing with you, listen!" A-Xia said. "Later she grew to be as tall as she is now, half a head taller than her mother. She still waits for her mother to come back at this time every day, with her elbows on the railing and looking down, her legs are long and thin Strong. But she is still a bit childish. She hides behind the door when she can’t hide under the window sill. As soon as her mother comes back and walks on the balcony, she covers her mother’s eyes from behind. She doesn’t shout so loud anymore, but her smile Her voice is round and thick, and my mother felt that her voice sounded like a boy's." "It's not a myth, it doesn't look like a myth at all," A-Dong said. "One day at this time again, she was on the balcony again, looking downstairs for a while, walking back and forth for a while, holding a book but not reading it, and brushing her hair against the windowpane every minute. She was a little Restless, she is indeed a little restless, I should have thought of it but I didn't think of it at all. Then I saw her jump slightly, I knew she was going to play hide-and-seek with her mother again, but this time she seemed to have forgotten Where should I hide? I turned around on the balcony several times and still couldn’t find a good place. I counted the steps of my mother going upstairs. Finally, she hid behind the door again. At this time, the door opened, but the person who came out was not Her mother, a tall lad I've never seen before." "Who is he?" Asha asked softly. Uncle Ten closed his eyes and stopped talking. "It's not a myth," A-Dong said. I said to A-Dong, "This time it might be a fairy tale." Then I asked Uncle Ten, "Is this young man a prince?" "Is he a brave prince?" A-Dong also asked. I said, "Is that the prince in 'Snow White'?" A-Dong also said, "Is that the prince in 'Cinderella'?" Uncle Ten still had his eyes closed, and said, "I just remembered, so many years have passed in the blink of an eye." He was talking to himself. "Is this a myth, Brother Ten?" "Forget it," said Uncle Ten. "And then? What happened to them then?" "Later, the lads were there day and night." "It's over? Is it over?" A-Dong sighed softly, and then said to me: "This doesn't look like a fairy tale, does it? It doesn't look like it at all." "But this is a myth." Uncle Ten said. "yes." I saw Uncle Ten bite his lower lip with his upper teeth, leaving deep tooth marks that were almost broken. On the way home, A-Dong continued to mutter: "This is not a myth at all, what's the point of this?" "You're so stupid, I don't understand who you're blaming." A-Xia said. A-Dong was so wronged that she wanted to cry. I asked, "Asha, what happened to them?" A-Xia kept her head down and walked her way without saying a word. From this point of view, Uncle Ten's age at that time was somewhat different from what I estimated.If you think about it carefully, he must be at least in his twenties, maybe even over thirty. As I told you, my grandma has been dead for many years.A person's early history has to be determined by his vague memory, and even he has no other choice.For you, only I have told you such a story - the fact itself is true.If you tell it to someone else, then only you have told a story to someone else - and it will be true.History is all but a story, a legend, told to all of us by some people, and we believe it to be true because we have to believe it to be true, and we like to feel that therefore we have roots, because it feels reassuring , makes people happy. At that time, grandma led the three of us to go home, and it was dusk on the small street.Walking through the Jingtu Temple, two nuns were closing the mountain gate, smiling at us still silently, their smiling faces buried in the boundless. I asked my grandma, "Can Uncle Ten's illness be cured?" "Yes." Grandma said. But A-Xia said no: "My dad said, no." Axia Adong's father is a scientist, and there are several rooms full of books alone. No one doesn't believe what he says. "You mustn't say that to Uncle Ten's father." Grandma said to A-Xia. A-Dong said, "Our name is Brother Ten, isn't it A-Xia?" A Xia asked grandma: "Why don't you say that?" "Anyway, don't say it, if you want to say it, say it can be cured." "Isn't that a lie?" "Then don't say anything, okay?" "But why?" Grandma said that Uncle Ten's father used all the money he earned from grinding tofu from morning till night to see his doctor. Except for buying soybeans and fodder for the donkey, the rest of the money was sent to the pharmacy. Grandma said, otherwise, the money he earned would be enough to renew one, build a few more big tile-roofed houses, and buy ten more donkeys. "Grandma, what is continuous string?" Grandma ignored me. Uncle Ten's father's donkey was so old and skinny, it could only be pulled for half a day, and Uncle Ten's father pushed it for the rest of the day.Lao Xie is in charge of straining soy milk, cooking soy milk, and ordering tofu, and is always too busy to talk in the steaming heat. Axia Adong's father said: "Brother Ten's father is too ignorant of science, science doesn't care about human feelings." "Do you also call him Brother Ten?" A-Dong asked. Axia Adong's father said: "It has been so many years, since it has no effect, why bother to send the money to the pharmacy?" A Xia said, "Shall I tell him?" "tell what?" "Brother Ten's illness can't be cured, why are you lying?" "I'll go too!" A-Dong said. Adong Axia's father said: "I asked the most famous doctor, if the spinal cord is completely broken, there is simply no way to do it." "Shall I tell them?" Asha said. "I'll go too!" A-Dong said, jumping off the bed and running outside the house. "Come back, A-Dong!" His mother called to stop him. A-Dong and A-Xia's father said that Uncle Ten shouldn't be allowed to lie in bed all day and do nothing, he has to find a different way to survive.However, even Axia Adong's father couldn't think of any other way.There are very few things that Axia Adong's father doesn't know.Occasionally, when he is free, he also tells us stories, telling us that the reason why the moon is bright is that it reflects the light of the sun; that there are nine planets revolving around the sun, and the earth is just one of them; There are 100 billion of them, and the Milky Way is just like a leaf growing on a big tree in the universe. "Brother Ten said that the stars are dancing," A-Dong said.His father smiled and said, "That's not a bad idea, they really seem to be dancing." Except for the coldest time in winter, Uncle Ten's small window was always open day and night. It became a habit to see what was going on outside and hear the sounds outside clearly, and he didn't catch cold and get sick because of it.For Uncle Ten, it doesn’t matter whether it’s day or night. He’s lying down anyway. When he falls asleep, it’s night. When he wakes up, he looks at his world in the mirror, and the world sends him various sounds through the small window.He often wakes up from his dream with loud screams, long and violent, which can make people shudder if he hears them in the middle of the night. "What's wow, grandma?" "Who else? It's over there at the tofu house again." Grandma said, sighing.I knew right away that Uncle Ten was looking at those mirrors again.I also raised the curtains to look at the sky. I really wanted to see how the stars danced at night, but the stars didn't move at night, and the stars all over the sky stayed quietly in their positions.Even in the coldest winter, when the sun came up, Uncle Ten would ask Lao Xie to open his small window for a while.As you can imagine, he couldn't go too long without seeing and hearing.You can imagine that he was alone there trying to meet the world, whether they came from there or he went there.You imagine a wooden bed covered by a ray of sunlight. It is his soul that dances in the sunlight, and his body dies in the sunlight.When the setting sun dyed the white building in the distance gloomily, Uncle Ten looked forward to us hearing his stories.If we don't go, and if Lao Xie is free at night, I will tell Lao Xie the story of Uncle Ten holding back all day.Of course, Uncle Ten has a very, very old radio in his house, but he can't turn the two knobs. If his dad and Lao Xie are busy, he has to listen to what he doesn't want to listen to, so Uncle Ten doesn't care much. love to hear it.Uncle Ten prefers to tell stories by himself.How good it is to speak and listen to what you want to hear.Of course, he hoped that Adong and Axia and I would listen. "Brother Ten, did you have nightmares again yesterday? My mother said you had nightmares again at night." "A-Dong, what nonsense are you talking about!" A-Xia fucked him, "I don't understand anything, I don't understand anything, you're so stupid." "I'm Brother Ten and I didn't learn from others," A-Dong argued. "I'm almost stupid, you know, I don't know yet!" "A-Xia!" Uncle Ten shouted.Then he closed his eyes for a while, as if a nightmare ran quickly around his face, and then he opened his eyes suddenly and asked us: "What story do you want to hear today?" He completely changed his expression. "Mythical!" A-Dong said, "I heard that mouse dance." "If you can only listen to one, you are almost stupid." "Hush—" Uncle Ten said, "Listen." A man walked past the window singing softly, invisible from the mirror, with a voice like that of a cow. "He went to perform again," said Uncle Ten to himself. "What act? How did you know he was going to perform?" A-Xia asked. "He'll be gone by then, and he'll be back in the middle of the night. You hear how good his voice is, don't you?" "What is he singing?" A-Dong asked. "I can't hear clearly either," said Uncle Ten. "He always sings this song, but I can't always hear what is sung in this song." A Xia said: "I heard a sentence clearly, it seems to be—'You can see the devil'." "His voice is really good, what do you think of A-Xia?" "Who is he?" "He lives on the upper floor of that building, on the fourth floor, the third window from the left. Every night when he passes by here for a while, the light in that window is on." Uncle Ten was still referring to the white building.From morning till night, the building changes color in the sunlight, sometimes it is bluish, sometimes it is golden yellow, and now the sun is setting in the west, it is rose-colored.Downstairs are several big trees with luxuriant branches and leaves, swaying slowly like green waves. "What does he look like?" A-Xia asked. Uncle Ten thought for a while and said, "Well, he's really tall." A-Dong said, "Is it as tall as my dad?" "Of course he is. He is taller than anyone else, and he is also bigger than anyone else. His legs are longer than anyone else's shoulders are wider than anyone else's. By the way, he is an athlete, a singer, and an athlete." "Then he runs fast?" "Of course, of course fast, very fast. He also jumps very high. What are you talking about, jumping up and touching the roof? Of course, this is nothing to him. Do you know how to play basketball?" "I will!" Asha said. "He jumped and guess what? His head hit the hoop." "Uncle Ten, you can also play ball?" I asked. "But I've heard that the basket is extremely high, isn't it Axia?" "It's so tall," Axia said while gesticulating, "Even our physical education teacher can't reach the backboard by jumping hard!" "It's almost as high as the sky?" A-Dong said. "But I hop lightly and touch my head to the hoop." "Uncle Ten, what do you say about you? How do you say 'I'?" "Did I say me? No, no, where did I say me?" "Brother Ten, I want to hear a myth." A-Dong said. "He's also very smart," Uncle Ten continued. "People his age haven't graduated from high school yet, but he's finished college. When he graduates from college, he'll be a scientist." The number of people who want to marry him can't be counted, just the ones who are particularly beautiful can't be counted.But he didn't want to get married yet, he wanted to enjoy the whole world first, so he left home alone.He has also been on a plane and a ship, and he can drive a car and ride a horse.He still likes riding horses the most. He has a good horse, which is red like a goblin, runs fast and understands humanity, and is a good goblin. "That mouse that can only dance is also a good fairy." A-Dong said. "Yes, too." "And you say a cat and a dog are good fairies. You say a tree and a worm are good fairies too." "This horse is too. No matter where it goes, it will not get lost. I will run with it when I am happy, and ride for a while when I am tired." "Uncle Ten, you said 'I' again, you said 'I'll be happy', you said it." "Oh, yes, I was wrong." Uncle Ten paused for a while, and then said: "Where did I go? Oh, yes, he just had a good time around the world. Remember I told you about the wind A story? He ran around like the wind, playing wherever he wanted to go, sometimes in the mountains, sometimes on the road. He also saw rivers, lakes and seas. Of course, of course he can row a boat, and besides, he can also swim, and he dares to swim in any deep and fast river. Nonsense, drowning is nothing, he can swim in the sea for two days and three nights without going ashore, he can hold his breath in the water for several minutes without showing his head.Of course it's true, if it's not true, why should I tell you?He has also been to a big forest. The big forest where he can't get out for ten days and a half months is full of big trees more than ten feet high, one tree after another.Not tired, he never knew being tired, let alone being sick.He's been everywhere, he's been everywhere, he's seen everything.Tell you A-Xia, his legs are twice as thick as your waist, think about it. " A Xia asked, "Has he ever been to Africa?" "Why haven't you been there?" Uncle Ten said, "there are deserts and lions there, right? Of course he has to go. He still has a gun, and his marksmanship is fine. He can knock down a lion or a bear with one shot. It doesn't matter to him at all." "Brother Ten, I also have a gun!" A-Dong said. "Ha, your gun!" Uncle Ten laughed, "A-Xia, if it were me, I might take A-Dong with me. I live in a cave at night, A-Dong, do you dare? Do you dare to roast bear meat over fire? Wolves and owls are hooting outside the cave, don't you dare, A-Dong?" "A-Dong is scared to death right now." A-Xia smiled. "What are you talking about with your gun!" Uncle Ten also smiled. A Xia asked again: "Brother Ten, has he ever been to Antarctica? Have you seen penguins?" "What do you say? What goose?" "Why don't you even know about penguins?" The smile on Uncle Ten's face gradually disappeared, and the nightmare seemed to come back after running around somewhere else. "Penguins are the most cold-resistant animals in the world," Axia continued, "Antarctica is the coldest place in the world, and it is covered with ice and snow all year round." "What's the matter?" Uncle Ten whispered to himself, "He can go as long as he wants." "Then has he ever been to America? And Europe?" "He can go if he wants." Uncle Ten closed his eyes again. "And Australia? Has he been there?" "As long as he wants to go, Axia, I told you, he can go. Don't test me with the stuff you just learned." "Uncle Ten, has he ever been to heaven?" I asked. "Uncle Ten, I love to hear the story about the dancing stars." "A-Dong, you are also called Uncle Ten, you can learn less from others!" At this moment, Uncle Ten kept his eyes closed and bit his lower lip tightly. A-Xia looked at A-Dong and me, stunned for a while, then leaned into Uncle Ten's ear and said, "Brother Ten, are you angry? I didn't want to test you." Uncle Ten let go of his teeth but still closed his eyes, taking a long breath and trembling: "No, Axia, I'm not angry with you. I'm not angry with others. Why should I be angry with others? Others will do whatever they want. Where to, what does it matter to me? Here I am." Even though Uncle Ten said that, I think he is still angry with someone.As soon as he bit his lower lip hard and kept his eyes shut for a long time, he must be mad at somebody, but I don't know who he was.The sun was about to go back again, and it was getting dark in Uncle Ten's hut.On the wall, you can hardly tell which is the window and which is the mirror, it is like a hole and a passage, where it has been lonely since ancient times, going from an unknown cave to a distant world.There was also a piece of bright sky, and the building turned lavender, hazy and erratic.A-Xia said softly: "We should go." "No, Brother Ten hasn't told the myth yet!" A-Dong refused to leave.The donkey in the mill began to bray loudly, and the grinding stopped.Then the donkey must have followed Lao Xie to the street, its braying wafting back and forth in the ancient evening, refreshing with the evening breeze, and desolate with the twilight.From the Pure Land Temple, the sound of bells and drums for religious ceremonies came again. Uncle Ten seemed to be asleep. A-Xia pulled up A-Dong and me, told us to keep quiet, and go out quietly. "Don't leave A-Xia, I promised A-Dong, I have to tell him a myth." Uncle Ten opened his eyes, as if he had just woken up. we wait.Even A-Dong couldn't breathe.long time. "One night, the stars in the sky were dancing again. I have been watching them like this for decades, and I haven't missed a single day. Even on a cloudy day, I can know which star is behind which cloud. This One night, the gods on the stars were finally moved, so they came in through this window and asked me how I would thank him if he cured my disease." "Brother Ten is superstitious," A-Xia said, "Your disease cannot be cured. What if your disease cannot be cured?" "You're so impatient, Axia, I haven't finished yet. I don't know better than anyone else that my illness can't be cured? That's why I said what I'm talking about is a myth." "Shall I tell your dad to go?" A-Dong said. "Ou Ke, please don't, A-Dong." Uncle Ten said. "Why are you lying?" A-Dong imitated A-Xia's tone. "You don't understand this yet, you're still young. A person has to believe in a myth, otherwise he won't be able to survive and he'll be finished." The night unfolded outside the window and poured in again, and there were a few lights in those mirrors, or maybe they were stars.The sound of bells, drums, and chanting at the Jingtu Temple is faint and indistinct, rising and falling from time to time. It looks like it is about to get tired, but somehow it rises again. Uncle Shi smiled wryly and said, "If the gods cured me, my dad said he would build a temple bigger than the Pure Land Temple for him." "What about you, Uncle Ten? How do you thank him?" "Me? I'll kill him. If he can cure this disease, why did he let me wait decades before he came? If he can't cure him, why don't you let me die? A-Dong, he is a bad god , or the gods are as bad as him." Uncle Ten's tone was extremely calm, as if he was telling an innocuous story. "Do you also believe in a myth, Brother Ten?" "Axia, you are not stupid at ordinary times." Uncle Ten said, "Things that people believe to be true are actually just myths; when people see through that they are all myths, they will no longer believe in anything; but when you are alive, you must To believe something is true, you have to know that it is just a myth.” "What is that?" "Who knows." Uncle Ten looked at the mirrors in the dark. We went to ask Axia Adong's father, he shook his head and pondered for a while, and finally said that he must find a way to let Uncle Ten do something of practical value. "What is actual value?" "It's useful to people." "What is useful?" "A-Dong! Don't be so useless all the time." But in the end, we still couldn't think of a way for Uncle Ten.It would be easy if he was as knowledgeable as A Xia A Dong's father, but he didn't, and if he didn't, he didn't care why, and he didn't say "if".But since then, A-Dong and A-Xia's father has stopped letting them go to Uncle Ten's place to listen to stories, saying that it is against science and not good for children.Adong and Axia's father tried his best to spare some time to tell us stories, telling us that the sun is a big fireball, which is extremely hot and tens of thousands of degrees; After it came out, it gradually cooled down. It is said that sooner or later the sun will cool down, just like a piece of coal, it will burn out at some point.阿夏说：“那可怎么办呀？”她爸爸说：“放心，那还早着呢。”阿夏说：“早晚得烧完，那时候怎么办呢？粮食还怎么长呀？”她爸爸笑笑说：“那时候还有地球吗？地球在这之前就毁灭了。”阿夏说：“那可怎么办？”她爸爸说：“那时候人类的科学早就特别发达了，早就找到另外的星球另外的适合人类生活的地方了。”阿夏松了一口气。我也松了一口气。阿冬问：“要是找不着呢？”阿冬阿夏的爸爸说：“会找着的，我相信会找着的。” 我还是能经常到十叔那儿去。奶奶不在乎什么科学不科学，她说谁到了十叔那份儿上谁又能怎么着呢？死又不能死。 这一来我反倒经常可以玩到阿冬那把枪了，还有他妈妈给他买的各种各样好玩的东西。我只要说，“十叔昨天又讲了一个神话的”，阿冬就会把他所有的玩具都端出来让我挑。对我们来说，阿夏阿冬的爸爸讲的和十叔讲的，都一样都是故事，我们都爱听。 我问阿冬：“你还记得十叔家窗户外的那座白楼吗？”阿冬一点也不笨，阿冬说：“你想玩儿什么你就玩儿吧，这些玩具是咱们俩的。”我说：“你还记得那座楼房旁边有好几棵大树吗？上头老有好些乌鸦的？”阿冬说：“我记得，十哥说它们都是好妖精。”我说：“十叔说它们没有发愁的事跟咱俩一样，一早起来就那么高兴，晚上回来还是那么高兴。”阿冬说：“那些乌鸦，啊——啊——啊——的老叫是不是？”我说：“你还记得楼顶上老落着一群鸽子吗？” “那也是一群好妖精，十哥说过。十叔说它们也没那么多烦心事，它们要是烦心了就吹着哨儿飞一圈，它们能飞好远好远好远也不丢。”十叔的故事都离不开那座楼房，它坐落在天地之间，仿佛一方白色的幻影，风中它清纯而悠闲，雨里它迷蒙又宁静，早晨乒乒乓乓的充满生气，傍晚默默地独享哀愁，夏天阴云密布时它象一座小岛，秋日天空碧透它便如一片流云。它有那么多窗口，有多少个窗口便有多少个故事。一个碎了好几块玻璃的窗口里，只住着一个中年男子，总不见女人也不见孩子，十叔说他当初有女人也有孩子，偏他那时太贪杯太恋着酒了，女人带着孩子离开了他。十叔说：“不过他的女人就快回来了，女人一直在等着他，现在知道他把酒戒了。”我说：“要是她还不知道呢？”十叔说：“那就去找她，要是我我就把酒戒了去找她。”我问：“她在哪儿呀？”十叔想了一会儿，说：“也许，就在那一大片屋顶中的哪一个屋顶下。”……另一个窗口里，有一对老人。老两口整日对坐窗前，各读各的书或者各写各的文章，很久，都累了，便再续一壶茶来，活动活动筋骨互相慢慢地谈笑。十叔说他们的儿女都是有出息的儿女，都在外面做着大事呢。十叔说：“他们的儿子是个音乐家。”我说：“你怎么知道？”十叔说：“他们的儿媳妇是个画家。”我说：“你是怎么知道的？”十叔说：“他们的女儿是个大夫，女婿是个工程师。”我问：“你到底是怎么知道的呀？”十叔便久久地发愣…… 还有个窗口里住着个黑漆漆的壮小伙子，一到晚上就在那儿做木工活。十叔说他就快结婚了，未婚妻准是个美人儿。我问：“怎么准是呢？”十叔闭一下眼睛如同旁人点一下头，说：“准是。”表情语气都不容怀疑。……还有一个窗口白天也挂着窗帘，十叔说那家的女人正坐月子呢，生了一对双儿，一个男孩一个女孩。十叔说：“当爹的本想要个闺女，当妈的原想要个儿子，爷爷呢，想要孙子，奶奶想要孙女，这一下全有了。”……还有一个摆满了鲜花的窗口，那儿有个白发苍苍的老太大。十叔说她都快一百岁了，身体还那么硬朗，什么事都不用别人干。那些花都是她自己养的，几十种月季几十种菊花，还有牡丹、海棠、兰花，什么都有，天天都有花开，满满几屋子都是花都是花的香味儿。十叔说：“她侍弄那些花高高兴兴的一辈子，有一天觉得有点儿累了，想坐在花丛里歇一会儿，刚坐下，怎么都不怎么就过去了。”我问：“过哪儿去了？”十叔说：“到另一个世界去了。”我说：“到天上去了吧？” 我说我知道了，这是个神话。十叔笑一笑，叹一口气又闭上眼睛。 白色的楼房，朝朝暮暮都在十叔的镜子里，对十叔的故事无知无觉。那些窗口里的人呢，各自度着自己的时光，日复一日年复一年，不曾想到世上还有十叔这么个人。 阿冬阿夏终于耐不住了，有一天我们又一起到十叔的小屋去。我们进去的时候，正好听见那个男人又唱着歌从窗外走过。 阿夏说：“十哥我又听清一句了！他唱的是，'你可看见了魔王？他头戴王冠，露出尾巴'。” “谁呀？阿夏，他是谁呀？”阿冬问。 “阿冬你这么笨可怎么办！就是那个又高又大全世界哪儿都去过的人。这都记不住。” 阿冬说：“十哥，我好些天没来我真想你。” “阿冬就会甜言蜜语。”阿夏撇一下嘴。 “我就是想了，我没骗人我就是想了。” “怎么想的你？” “我，我想听个神话的。” 只有十叔没笑，他说：“我正要给你们讲件怪事呢，我发现了一件特别奇怪的事。” “十哥我爱听奇怪的事，我爱听神话的。” “你们看最顶层尽左边那个窗口。”十叔指的还是那座白楼。 “那儿总也不亮灯，晚上也从来不亮灯，真是怪了。” “大概那儿没人住吧？”阿夏说。 “可你们看那窗帘，多漂亮是不是？窗台上还放着两个苹果呢。 看见墙上那个大挂钟没有？钟摆还来回动呢。 " 太阳这时正照在那面墙上，好大好大的一只挂钟，钟摆左一下右一下，闪着金光。 “也许晚上没人在那儿住吧？” “我原来也这么想，”十叔说，“可是有天晚上月亮正好照进那个窗口，我看见那儿有人。我明明看见有一个人，一会儿坐在窗前，一会儿在屋里走动，可就是不开灯。这下我才开始注意那儿了，原来每天夜里都有人，我看见他点火儿抽烟了，我看见烟头儿的红光在屋里走来走去，可他在那黑屋子里就是不开灯，从来都不开。” 阿冬说：“十哥，我有点儿害怕。” “胆小鬼，又笨胆儿又小，”阿夏说。 那座楼房这会儿是枯黄色的。楼顶上的鸽子探头探脑地蹲在檐边，排成行。乌鸦还没回来，老树都安静着。 “我们去那楼里看看吧，”阿夏说。 阿冬说：“我不想去。” “你不想去因为你是个胆小鬼！十哥，我们到那楼里去看看吧？ 我们还从来没到那楼里去过呢。 " 十叔说：“我早就想到那儿去看看了，可是阿夏，我怎么去呢？” “要是有一辆车就行了，我们推你去。” “我早就想去了，可是不行阿夏，我想过多少遍了，那么高我可怎么上去呀？” “让老谢抱你上去，我们再把车抬上去。” “阿夏你要是去，我就告诉爸爸。” “胆小鬼，你敢！” 我记得是老谢给十叔做了一辆小车，不过是钉了个大木箱又装上四个小轱辘，十叔躺在里头，我们推着他到那座白色的楼房去。小车轱辘“叽哩嘎啦叽哩嘎啦”地响，十叔的身体短得就象个孩子，轻得就象个孩子。老谢跟在我们身后走，什么话也不说。 奇怪的是，我们在那些七拐八弯的小胡同里转了很久，也没能接近那座白楼，我们总能看到它却怎么也找不着通到那儿去的路。阿冬不停地说，咱们回去吧咱们回去吧。阿夏便骂他是胆小鬼，仍然推着车往前走。阿冬紧拽着阿夏的衣襟不松手。残阳掉在了一家屋顶上，轻轻的并不碰响什么，凄艳如将熄的炭火，把那座楼房染呈暗红色了。我们推着十叔再往西走了一阵，又往北走，那楼房象也会走似的，仍然离我们那么远。阿夏问老谢：“到底该怎么走呀？”老谢说他没去过他不知道，说：“问你十哥，他要去他想必知道。”十叔让我们再往东走。乌鸦都飞回来，在老树上吵闹不休。暮霭炊烟在层层叠叠的屋顶上，在纵横无序的小巷里，摇摇荡荡。看看那座楼象是离我们近了，大家欢喜一回紧走一阵，可是忽然路到了尽头，又拐向南去，再走时便离那楼愈远了。阿冬还是不住地说，回去吧，阿夏咱们回去吧。阿夏说：“要回你自己回去！”阿冬只好念念叨叨再跟了走，不断回头去望。 离家已是那么遥远了，仿佛家在千里之外。天便更暗下来，四周模糊不清，那座楼由青紫色变成灰黑。“老谢，到底怎么走才对呀？” “问你十哥，他要来他就应该知道。”老谢还是这么说。可是无论我们怎么走，总还是那些整齐或歪斜的屋顶、整齐或歪斜的高墙、整齐或歪斜的无数路口，总是能看到那座楼也总还是离它那么远。 天黑透下去，乌鸦藏进老树都不出声。阿冬说：“阿夏咱们别走了，一会儿该迷路了。”阿夏没好气地说：“我们已经迷路了，我们回不去家了！”阿冬愣一下，懵了，转身就跑，看看不对又往回跑，然后站住，“哇”地一声哭出来。十叔忙哄他：“阿冬别伯，阿夏吓唬你玩儿呢。”阿冬才慌慌地住了哭声，紧跑到阿夏身边抱住阿夏，抽噎着再不敢动。阿夏把他搂在怀里。 这时候传来一阵歌声，低沉浑厚得象牛一样：“……啊父亲，你听见没有，那魔王低声对我说什么？你别怕，我的儿子你别怕，那是寒风吹动枯叶在响……” “十哥，是他！”阿夏说，“是那个人。” “欧！他在哪儿？”十叔说。 从一个巷口拐出一个人来，他手里拎根竹竿探路，边走边轻声唱。走近了，我们听得更清楚了：“……啊父亲，你看见了吗？ 魔王的女儿在黑暗里。儿子、儿子，我看得很清楚，那是些黑色的老柳树……“他从我们面前走过，我们也看清他的模样了，他长得又矮又小又瘦，而且他手里拎了根竹竿探路。他大概觉出有几个人在屏住呼吸看他，便朝我们笑笑点一点头，不说什么，一心唱他的歌一心走他的路去。 阿夏对十叔说：“咱们问问他，往那个楼去怎么走吧？” 十叔不吭声。 “十哥，你不是说他就住在那座楼上吗？他能知道到那儿去怎么走。” “不。”十叔说。 “他不是住在四层左边第三个窗口吗？” “不，那不是他。”十叔说，“他不是那个人，他不是！那个人不是他，不是……” 在黑得看不见的地方，仍传来那个人的歌声：“……啊父亲，啊父亲，魔王已抓住我，它使我痛苦不能呼吸……”渐行渐远，渐归沉寂。 渐归沉寂，我们还在那儿坐着。 我们还在那儿坐了很久。满天的星星都出来，闪闪烁烁闪闪烁烁，或许就是十叔说的在跳舞吧。净土寺里这夜又有法事，钟声鼓声诵经声满天满地传扬，噌噌吰吰伴那星星的舞步。那座楼房仿佛融化在夜空里隐没在夜空里了，唯点点灯光证明它的存在，依然离我们那么远。 “老谢，咱们还去吗？” “问你十哥，他应该知道了。” 十叔的眼睛里都是星光。 阿冬已经困得睁不开眼了，不住地说，十哥咱们回家吧，咱们回家吧十哥。 十叔说：“回家，阿冬咱们回家，我以前给你们讲的都是别人的神话。” 我们便往回家走。阿夏背着阿冬，告诉阿冬别睡，睡着了可要着凉，“马上就到家了，快醒醒阿冬。”声音无比温柔。老谢背着我，又推着十叔。我不记得是怎么回到家的了，很可能我在路上也睡着了。 我说过，我不保证我讲的这些事都是真的。如果我现在可以找到阿冬阿夏，我就能知道这些事是不是真了，可我找不到他们。 好几十年过去了，我不知道阿冬阿夏现在在哪儿。我看这不影响我把这个故事讲完。您要是听烦了您随时都可以离开，我不会觉得这是对我的轻蔑——请原谅，这话我该早说的。人有权利不去听自己不喜欢的故事，因为，人最重要的一个长处，就是能为自己讲一个使自己踏实使自己偷快的故事。 那夜归来，十叔病了。第二天我和阿冬阿夏去看他，他那小屋的门关得严严的。耳朵贴在门上听听，屋里静得就象没人。“十哥，十哥！”“十叔！”叫也没人应。我们正要推门进去，老谢来了，说十叔病了正睡呢，叫我们明天再来。这样有好多天，每次去老谢都说十叔正又睡呢：“他刚吃了药，正睡呢。”“他什么时候醒啊？” “你们看这门什么时候开了，他就醒了。” 也不知又过了多久，终于有一天那门开了，我和阿冬阿夏跳着跑进去。阿冬喊：“十哥：这么多天没见你我可真想你。”阿夏撇一下嘴。阿冬说：“我没甜言蜜语！我也想听神话的我也想十哥了。” 小屋里稍稍变了样子，所有的镜子都摘了下来，都扣着摞在墙旮旯。十叔平躺在床上，头垫高起来，胸上放一只小碗，嘴上叼一根竹管，竹管如铅笔一般长短一般粗细。见我们来了他冲我们笑笑，笑得很平淡。然后，他上嘴唇压过下嘴唇把竹管插进碗里，再下嘴唇压过上嘴唇把竹管抬起来，轻轻吹出一个泡泡。泡泡颤几下脱离开竹管，便飘飘摇摇升起来，晃悠悠飞出窗口去，在太阳里闪着七色光芒。 “我能吹一个非常大的，”十叔说。 他果然吹出了一个挺大的。 “这不算，”十叔说，“这不算大的。” 他又吹出了一个更大的。 “我也会，”阿冬说，“让我吹一个行吗？” “少讨厌你，阿冬！”阿夏把阿冬拉在怀里。 十叔说：“我得吹一个比磨盘还大的，那才行呢。” “你能吹那么大的吗？” “我要能吹一个比这窗户还大的就好了。” “怎么就好了呀，十叔？” “下辈子就好了。” “十哥，那是迷信。”阿夏说。 十叔不理会阿夏的话，专心地吹了一个泡泡又吹一个泡泡，吹了一个又一个。 “嘿，快看这个！大不大？”十叔兴奋地喊。 满屋里飞着大大小小七彩闪耀的泡泡，忽上忽下忽左忽右轻盈飘逸，不断有破碎的，十叔又吹出新的来。我和阿冬满屋里追逐它们，又喊又笑又蹦又跳。十叔吹得又专心又兴奋。 “都太小了，”十叔说：“我要能一连吹出一百个象刚才那个那么大的，就好了。” “什么就好了，十哥？” “象我这样的病就都能治好啦。” “这也是迷信，十哥，这也是。”阿夏说。 “明天我让老谢给我找一根再粗一点儿的竹管来。”十叔说，“那才能吹出更大的来呢。也许我能一连气儿吹出一万个来呢。” “吹那么多呀！”阿冬说，高兴得不得了。“吹一万一万一万一万个，是吧十哥？” “那就没人得病了，就没病了。” “十哥，我觉得这还是迷信。”阿夏说。 “这不是迷信，阿夏你说这怎么是迷信？” 阿夏怔怔的，回答不出来。 泡泡一个又一个，一个又一个，飞得满屋，飞出窗口，飞得满天。十叔说：“阿夏你看哪，飞得多漂亮！” 阿夏回家又去问她爸爸，什么是迷信？她爸爸说：“盲目，盲目地相信一件事。” 阿冬问：“什么是盲目？” “就是没有科学根据。” “什么是科学根据？” “好啦阿冬，你这脑子又动得太多了，这你还不懂。还是我来多给你们讲些故事吧。我以后一有时间就给你们讲些科学的故事，好吗？” 阿夏阿冬的爸爸又给我们讲月亮、讲太阳、讲银河讲宇宙、讲一光年是多远；讲宇宙一直在膨胀一直都在膨胀，讲所有的天体都离开我们越来越远越来越远；讲总有一天宇宙也要老的，要走完生命的旅程，要毁灭。 “那可怎么办？那我们到哪儿去？”阿夏问。 “那时候人类的科学已经非常非常发达了，人早就又找到一个可以生存的地方了。” “要是找不着呢？”阿冬问。 “会找着的，我相信会找着的。” “为什么会找着？” "I think so." 1 现在谈谈我自己的事，谈谈我因为晚了一秒钟或没能再晚一秒钟，也可以说是早了一秒钟却偏又没能再早一秒钟，以至终身截瘫这件事。就那一秒钟之前的我判断，无论从哪方面说都该有一个远为美好的前途。截至那一秒钟之前，约略十三人十八人次主动给我提过亲，其中十一回附有姑娘的照片，十一回都很漂亮，这在一定程度上或可说明问题。但我当时的心思不在这上头，我志向远大，我说不，我现在的心思不在这上头。提亲的人们不无遗憾，说，莫非（莫非是我的姓名），莫非我们倒要看你找个什么样的天仙。然后那一秒钟来了。然后那一秒钟过去了，我原本很健壮的两条腿彻头彻尾成了两件摆设，并且日渐削瘦为两件非常难看的摆设，这意味着倒霉和残酷看中了一个叫莫非的人，以及他今后的日子。我像孩子那样哭了几年，万般无奈沦为以写小说为生的人。 曾有一位女记者问我是怎样走上创作道路的，我想了又想说，走投无路沦落至此。女记者笑得动人：您真谦虚。总之她就是这么说的，她说您真谦虚。 2 实际无关谦虚。 说不定，牵涉十叔的那些懵里懵懂似有若无的记忆，原是我童年时的一个预感。据说孩子的眼睛可以洞察许多神秘事物，大了倒失去这本领。自然这不重要。要紧的是我的腿不能动了随之也没了知觉，这不是懵里懵懂似有若无的记忆，这一回是明明白白确凿无疑的事实，而且看样子只要我活下去，这一事实就不会不是个事实。 我以前从不骂人，现在我想世上一切骂人的话之所以被创造出来就说明是必要的。是必要的，而且有时还是必然的结论。 3 不过是一秒钟的变故，现在说它已无多少趣味。是个夏夜，有云，天上月淡星稀，路上行人已然寥落，偶有粪车走过将大粪的浓郁与夜露的清芬凝于一处，其味不俗。我骑车在回家的路上，心里痛快便油然吹响着口哨，吹的是《货郎与小姐》中货郎那最有名的咏叹调。我刚刚看完这出歌剧。我确实感觉自己运气不坏。我即将出国留学，我的心思便是在这上头，在地球的另一面，当然并不限于哪一面，地球很大。我的腰包里已凑齐了护照、签证、机票以及与此相关的一系列文件，一年又十一个月艰苦奋斗之所得。 腰包牢牢系在裤腰带上，除非被人脱了裤子去这腰包是绝不可能丢的，这腰包的设计者今生来世均当有好报，这是我当时的想法。 气温渐渐降下来，且有了一丝爽风。沿途的楼房里有人在高声骂娘又有人轻轻弹奏肖邦的练习曲，外地小贩便于路旁的暗影中撒开行李，豪爽地打响一串哈欠有如更夫的钟鼓。平凡的一个夏夜。 我吹着口哨。地球是很大，我想在假期里去看看科罗拉多河的大峡谷，在另一个假期里去看