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一身墨绿的制服,一辆通红的自行车,一个挂在车把上的敞开的邮包,将一封封与自己毫无关系的信件扔到各家的信箱里——这就是他的全部生活。做了几年的邮差,泽木龙一已经记不清了,他只知道33岁了。 已经是黄昏了,邮包里还有许多信,他无奈地皱着眉头,又走进了一幢楼房。201室的门终于开了,“野口修二!”泽木看出来他是自己的高中同学,野口也认出了他,请他进了门。 二人对面站着,泽木吓了一跳,野口脸面铁青,毫无血色。更让泽木惊讶的是,他的左手小指断了半截,正在流血。“你在流血呀!”泽木惊叫着。“没关系,我打了麻醉针,你坐吧!”野口一边
A dark green uniform, a red bike, an open parcel hanging on the handlebars, a letter with nothing to do with their own threw each letter - and this is all his life. After a few years of postman, Sawago dragon one can not remember, he only knew 33 years old. It is dusk, there are many letters in the parcel, he frowned reluctantly, and walked into a building. Room 201 finally opened the door, “Noguchi II!” Sawaki saw him as his high school classmate, Noguchi also recognized him and asked him into the door. Standing opposite the two, Ze wood shocked, Noguchi face green, no color. More surprising is Zemu, his left hand little finger cut in half, is bleeding. “You’re bleeding!” Zemu exclaimed. “Never mind, I hit a narcotic needle, you sit!” Noguchi side