一、加西亚的逃离加西亚在离开的时候是没有想过回来的。他受够了在阳光下漂浮着灰尘挤着橱柜的狭小空间,受够了从墙角堆到天花板的泛黄书页、每天准点报时的巨大台钟、在黄昏时亮起的老旧吊灯与起飞的猫头鹰。离开的时候,加西亚的下巴上还不像后来一样布满了青黑色的胡楂儿,他的眼神明亮得像是含着整个宇 Garcia’s flight Garcia had not thought back when he left. He had enough of the small space in the sun, where dust was floating in cupboards, enough of the yellowed pages clipped to the ceiling from the corner, huge desk clocks on time every day, old chandeliers lit up at dusk, owl. When left, Garcia’s chin was not as black and blue as he was later, his eyes were bright as if it contained the entire universe