虽是初秋,但北京却早早地迎来了雾霾。灰霾笼罩的城市,阴沉沉的,一直持续到华灯初上。如果在老家,这时已经要开晚饭了。黑子记得,小时候,每每这个时辰,自己总是在山坡上,被奶奶飘荡在风中的呼喊唤回,接下来就是唠叨、洗手、吃饭,然后就睡觉。山里长大的孩子,就像是散养的鸡,身体素质好过大棚里的鸡。黑子在部队的时候,身体就比城里的兵好得多。傍晚的风有些凉意,不过黑子仍然衣着单薄,他套进一身洗旧了的牛仔衣,踟蹰在CBD的人河中。周围都是拎着皮包的青年才俊或者挎着Prada的时尚女郎,黑子的衣着打扮在这里显得格格不入,他也并不在意。黑子有心事。 Although it is early autumn, but Beijing has ushered in the haze early. The haze of the city, gloomy, has continued until the beginning of the Chinese lantern. If you are in your hometown, you have to have dinner now. Kuroko remembers, childhood, often at this hour, he is always on the hillside, was grandma floating in the wind shouting, then nagging, washing hands, eating, and then go to sleep. Children grow up in the mountains, like free-range chicken, physical fitness is better than the chicken in the greenhouse. Sunspots in the army, the body is much better than the city’s soldiers. The wind in the evening was a little cool, but the sunspots were still thin, and he set in a washed cowboy clothes, wandering around in the CBD river. Surrounded by young people who are carrying a bag or a fashion girl who is wearing a Prada, sunspots appear dressed here, he does not mind. Sunspots have a mind.