这是一个奇怪的梦……赖其林躺在床上,不停地用双手掸摸自己的头。他尖起十指,在自己头发根部一根头发一根头发地掸摸过去,好像每根头发的毛孔都掸了好几遍,从额角到后脑勺,再到脖颈根,他一点也没掸摸出异样来。头上分明没有半个伤疤、半个疮痂,他想不明白,这么一头浓密的头发,这么一颗圆溜、锃亮的脑瓜皮子,为什么还要叫自己为“癞头”呢? This is a weird dream ... Lai Chi Lin lying in bed, kept his hands with their own head. He pointed ten fingers and smoothed hair one hair at the base of his hair, as if the pores of each hair had been dusted several times, from the forehead to the back of the head, to the neck root, Come. Head clearly not half a scar, half a scab, he would like to do not understand, such a thick hair, so a round slippery, shiny brain, why should we call ourselves "?