童年时,巷子里某个男孩好玩,把脚伸进窖井洞,拔不出来。人们聚集过来,用力拔、用铁锹挤、用食物油润滑。折腾了好久,终于把他的脚取出来了。他们拥簇着男孩走了,而我留下来,看着那个洞。洞里面是什么?水流?废弃物?有着地洞人的另一个宇宙?小说其实也是一个洞。不过这个洞是在一条裤子上。因为世界就是一条尺寸不对的裤子。这条裤子如此油迹斑斑、龃龉横行,而那个隐秘的洞里,还藏着什么可能,这是小说的魅力所在。 Childhood, a boy in the alley fun, put his foot hole pit, pull out. People come together, pull hard, squeeze with a shovel, with food oil lubrication. Toss for a long time, and finally took out his feet. They walked away with the boy and I stayed and looked at the hole. What is inside the hole? Flow? Waste? Another universe with a hole in the man? The novel is actually a hole. But this hole is in a pair of pants. Because the world is a wrong size pants. This pants so oily, 龃 龉 rampant, and that hidden cave, but also hidden what is possible, this is where the charm of the novel.