“我打了个盹!”裹着棉大衣的老温睁开眼,打了一个长长的哈欠。“这可不是一个盹,你老足足睡了两个小时。”周辛说。“是吗?有这长时间?”可他并不去看手机,只是透过面包车的车窗玻璃,瞥一眼还被暗夜浸润的那幢黑黢黢的楼,“没什么事吧,小周?”“放心吧,没事。”周辛说,“一只鸟飞出去,我都会看见。”这是一个仅有三幢小楼的破旧小区,说它破旧,是因为它虽有院墙,却没有大门。大门处两边各有一摞残缺斑驳的砖 “I took a nap! ” Wrapped in the old warm coat of cotton, opened a long yawn. “This is not a nap, you sleep for two hours.” Zhou Xin said. “Is it? There are a long time? ” But he did not go to the phone, but through the van’s window glass, glanced at the dark night was infiltration of dark black building, “ ”“ ”“ ”Rest assured, nothing. “ Zhou Xin said, ”a bird flew out, I will see. " This is a shabby plot of only three small buildings, that it is worn, because although it There are walls, but no door. There is a pile of incomplete mottled bricks on each side of the gate