她被她母亲的呕吐声惊醒是凌晨五点,她睁眼的瞬间,悬在蚊帐里的微风吊扇还在匀速地转动,像一个靶子盯死了她。在这间平房小屋里搏杀了一夜的暑气依旧鼓胀着,糊着破纱的窗口歪泄下来的天光刺得她浑身燥热,她两手抓了抓肚子上的薄毯,听见厨房顶里头的厕所传来哗哗的冲水声。她姐姐躺在她身边,脱得一丝不挂,塌扁的乳房像两只熟过头的黑梨,叉开的双 She was awakened by her mother’s vomit sound at 5am, and at the instant she opened her eyes, the breeze ceiling fan suspended in the mosquito nets was still rotating at a constant speed, killing her like a target. The heat of the night that had been struck in this bungalow hut still bloated, the crooked window of the window crouched her into the heat of the day, and she grabbed the thin blanket on her stomach with both hands and heard the passage of the toilet inside the kitchen Rushing to rushing sound. Her sister was lying beside her, undressed, naked, flattened breasts like two overdriven black pears,