壹从前,小安,小亦,我,是死党。听起来像古老的传说,可那只不过是半年以前的事情。我在深圳的时候买了许多石头刻的羊头,挂在脖子上,丁零当啷的一串,在人群里惹眼地走着,任何时候,甚至包括在爸爸和妈妈失态地争吵和尖叫的时候。他们互相指摘,把所有的老账一本一本地翻出来,高声地吵骂和哭泣。我呆在房间里下意识地把那些羊头互相磨着,直到它们都变成粉末。 In the past, Xiao An, Xiao Yi, and I were buddies. It sounds like an old legend, but it was only half a year ago. When I was in Shenzhen, I bought many stone-engraved sheep’s heads and hung around my neck. When I was in a string, I walked in the crowd with my eyes open. At any time, even when my father and mother were quarreling and screaming . They criticized each other and turned all the old books out one by one. They shouted and cried loudly. I stayed in the room and subtly rubbed the sheep’s heads until they all became powder.