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早晨五点。那只已经生锈的闹钟像一只小手紧致地拍打王勤皱纹深重的额头。王勤一伸手一边按住停止键一边把它塞进被子里。反身轻拍孙子丘小院在棉被下面瘦小单薄的身体。丘小院翻了个身继续睡,王勤观察了一会儿,发现确无异常,放心地开始穿衣服。那件被虫子嗑洞的毛衫已经有至少十年了吧,因为岁月的淘洗既柔软又贴身,反正也是穿在里面,一点儿不影响舒适感。对于一个67岁的老女人,没有性别的历史比这个破洞的毛衫还要久远,
Five in the morning. The rusty alarm clock twitched Wang Qin’s wrinkled forehead tight like a small hand. Wang Qin a hand while holding down the stop button while it is stuffed into the quilt. Reflexively patting grandson mound small thin under the blanket thin body. Qiu Xiaoyuan turned over to sleep, Wang Qin observed for a while and found no abnormalities, rest assured to begin to wear clothes. That piece of sweater has been bug hole for at least ten years, because the years of panning both soft and personal, anyway, is also worn on the inside, a little does not affect the comfort. For a 67-year-old woman, the history of having no sex is longer than the sweater of this hole,