“两年,孩子……两年以后你就回来!” 她已经记不清那张粗暴而严峻的脸了,她从来就没有习惯仔细看他的脸。再说,她瘦削身躯中那颗僵死的心对那常打她的人并不怀有多少眷恋之惰。他常常打她。一只母鸡死了或生下的蛋小,他打她;天不下雨或风把花吹落了,他打她;烟草公司来人,她哆嗦着双手把辛辛苦苦收获、晒干的烟草卖给他 “Two years, boy ... you’ll be back in two years!” She could not remember the rough and grim face, and she had no habit of looking at his face. Besides, the dead heart in her lean body does not have much attachment to those who often hit her. He often beat her. A hen died or gave birth to a small egg, he beat her; it does not rain or wind blows the flowers, he beat her; tobacco companies come, she trembled with both hands hard to harvest, dried Tobacco is sold to him