“这故事到后来很少有人知道了。”爷爷将他黑乎乎的手插进怀兜里,取出了一支镶着黄铜的鼻烟壶,在膝盖上敲一敲,然后往左手拇指的指甲盖上倒少许鼻烟,用右手手指捏起一撮,边看对面山坡上散布的羊群,边把鼻烟送到鼻孔下,“嘶”的一声吸了进去。“你们肯定不信,看羊群所在的那个山坡上的废墟,那里以前就是我们的村子。”爷 Little was known about the story later. “Grandpa inserted his black hand into his pocket, took out a brass-lined snuff bottle, knocked on his knees, and then left Put a small snuff on the thumbnail of the thumb, pinch a handful of fingers with your right hand and look under the nostrils to spread the flock across the hillside, sniffing into the nostrils. ”You certainly do not believe, look at the ruins of that hillside where the flock is, where we used to be our village.