在见到王卓之前,我已经在王宽的叙述里认识了她。一个飘落都市的风尘女子,面临牢狱之灾的女子。在很长一段时间里,我时常在想象中见到她沿街走来,沉默不语,街面在她背后喧嚣,几只气球腾空而起,路旁的树木安然静默,摇滚歌声扑面而来,而她的表情冷酷无比,如同一束被夜色遗忘的灯光。她如是说。这个叫王卓的女子。她说出这句话使她的形象在我的想象里日益丰盈。而王宽,这个没向罪犯开过一枪的警察,被 Before I saw Wang Zhuo, I had already met her in Wang's narrative. A sentimental woman falling in the city, facing the prison woman. For a long time, I often saw in her imagination she came along the street, silent, street noise behind her, a few balloons into the sky, the roadside trees quietly silent, rocking song blowing, And her expression is extremely cold, like a bouquet of light forgotten by night. She said so. This is called Wang Zhuo woman. Her remark made her an increasingly abundant image in my imagination. Wang Kuan, the police officer who did not shoot a criminal, was