“越来越大,像梦中的某种东西。”——威廉·福克纳一这个冬天很冷,挡风玻璃上的寒霜半小时都刮不下来。一个穿黑色羽绒服的女人敲开门说,她是周沫。李果困惑地重复她的名字,然后找刘盐说,她说她是为民家政的周沫,三十六七吧,短发,描过眉,脸上有淡妆。 “Increasingly, something like a dream.” - William Faulkner This winter was cold, frost on the windshield half an hour can not shave. A woman in a black jacket knocked on the door and said she was a chow. Li Guo confused repeated her name, and then to find Liu salt, she said she was a housekeeping Zhou Mo, thirty-six seven, short hair, painted brow, face makeup.