一秋生从醉八仙酒馆里走出来,已经深夜了,上弦月像小船停泊在幽暗的天空。他刚刚喝了一大壶黄酒,身上有些发热,大口吸着有些发凉的空气,转头四顾,这座江南宁静而诡异的古镇,正浮动在薄薄的月光里,远近衰败的房屋,印着岁月斑驳的痕迹。“奇怪,太奇怪了。”秋生自语。秋生在家开一个小杂货铺,每天早上九点开张,晚上九点打烊,日子过得平静而普通。有一天夜里他突然失眠,觉得冥冥中有什么人在召 A fall from the drunk immortal pubs come out, late at night, winding moon like a boat parked in the dark sky. He had just drank a large pot of yellow wine, who had some fever, some of the cold air inhaled, turned around and looked around, the quiet and strange town of Jiangnan, is floating in the thin moonlight, near and miss the decline of the house, printed Time mottled traces. “Strange, weird!” Autumn life at home to open a small grocery store, opened every day at nine o’clock in the evening hit nine o’clock, the days of calm and ordinary life. One night, he suddenly fell asleep, thinking that somebody was calling