一墙上的挂钟“当当当”地敲响六下的时候,冯金铭从椅子上站了起来。他转动了几圈酸楚的脖子,又甩了甩发麻的胳膊,走到了窗前。看着玻璃上映着的自己的模样,冯金铭心里涌起了些许感叹。到底是年龄大了,脸上的纹路也深了。工作时间稍长一点,脑袋就发懵,看东西好像有了重影,也不知道是眼睛太疲劳,还是镜片上沾了灰尘。冯金铭取下鼻梁上的黑框眼镜,揉了揉眼睛,又从眼镜盒里拿出一块小 Feng Jinming stood up from the chair when the wall clock on the wall slammed “Dangdang” six times. He turned a few lap sour neck and dumped his numb arm and went to the window. Looking at the glass of his own appearance, Feng Jinming heart filled with a little sigh. In the end is older, his face deep lines. A little longer working hours, his head flies, see things seem ghosting, do not know the eyes are too tired, or the lens was dusted with dust. Feng Jinming remove the black-rimmed glasses on the nose, rubbed his eyes, and took out a small box from the glasses