他和他,是整整十八年的兄弟。说是兄弟,其实没有任何血缘关系,非亲非故。他甚至有些看不起他,他讨厌他的优柔寡断,更看不惯他的懦弱,天生一副弱不禁风的样子。锥子就是这样,看不起所有在他看来做事犹豫不决的人。而絮子,就是那个从未被他瞧得起,每天只懂得跟在他身后一口一个“哥”叫着的小他几岁的跟屁虫。盛夏,两辆单车的轮子一前一后地碾过黏糊糊的柏油小路。“哥,渴了。”“谁是你哥?”絮子早就习惯了锥子回应他的这种方式,没说话,只把胳膊一伸,就接到了锥子扔过来的汽水瓶,瓶身上还挂着细密的水珠。絮子把 He and he are brothers for eighteen years. To say that it is a brother, there is no blood relationship in fact. He even looked down on him. He hated his indecision, and he couldn’t bear to see his weakness. He was born with a fragile look. This is the case with the awl. He looked down on all those who seemed to him hesitant to do things. The clove, that he never afforded him, only knows how to follow him and screaming at him, his young follower. In the summer, the wheels of the two bikes ran over the slimy asphalt road in tandem. “Brother, thirsty.” “Who is your brother?” “Fabric has long been used to the way the awl responds to him. Without speaking, he just stretched out his arm and received a soda bottle that was thrown by the awl.” There are fine drops of water on the bottle. Blister