1下午两点到三点,是清水巷最清静的时刻。纪肖兰坐在电脑前,探头向外看看。巷子里少了车辆与行人,阳光洒在青石板、菜叶子、垃圾堆上,弄得到处热烘烘的。临近火车道的白墙仿佛一面镜子,反射着阳光,照得人睁不开眼睛。墙下是一溜摊位,卖菜的,卖鱼的、卖肉的、卖各种熟食的,刚刚还拿着秤,拿着菜、拿着鱼、拿着肉吵吵嚷嚷,讨价还价的小贩,现在都在各自摊位前打瞌睡。卖鱼的摊位上,一条黑色大鲤鱼不知为什么,从红色大塑料盆里跳出来,尾巴一翘一翘,打得青石板噼里啪啦乱响。卖鱼的女人 1 pm two o’clock to three o’clock, is the most quiet moment Qingshui Lane. Ji Xiao Lan sitting in front of the computer, the probe look out. Alley with less vehicles and pedestrians, the sun sprinkled on the quartzite, leaves, rubbish heap, get hot everywhere. The white wall near the train path looks like a mirror, reflecting the sun, according to the people can not open their eyes. The wall is a slip of the stalls, selling vegetables, selling fish, selling meat, selling all kinds of cooked food, just still holding scales, holding dishes, holding fish, holding meat noises, bargain hawkers are now Doze off before each stall. Selling fish stalls, a large black carp I do not know why, jumping out of the red plastic basin, the tail of a Alice Alice, playing bluestone crackling chaos. Woman selling fish