一金瓶是在凌晨４点５０分被闹钟的嘀嘀声给惊醒的，继尔他感到一股寒意，盖在身上的棉被扯开了一角，菊在床头上坐了起来。金瓶从被角微微地探出头来，窗户那边都没有一丝儿亮光，四周一抹漆黑，像泼了一千吨墨汁似的，令人心慌。这一天是１９９８年２月８日。菊，你真的... A gold bottle was awakened by the beep of the alarm at 4:50 in the morning. After he felt a chill, the blanket covered the body and pulled away, and Chrysanthemum sat down on the bed. The gold bottle slightly poked its head out of the corner, and there was no trace of light on the side of the window. The darkness was like a thousand tons of ink, which made people feel flustered. This day is February 8, 1998. Chrysanthemum, you really ...