李想跷着二郎腿坐在杂货店脏旧如文物的皮椅上,半个身子深陷进去,像一个巨大的玩具卡在壳里。初冬的阳光在这个午后慢慢消匿进狭长而清冷的南大街,他的慵懒看起来似乎是为了迎合这无声降临的黑暗。偶尔经过的行人免不了伸长脖子向里张望,一个中年妇女甚至向杂货店的门口前进了两步,右手在兜里摸索了一番,却在要上台阶的时候突然改了主意,也许是因为看不见店主人而有些生气,也许是因为杂货店内部的黑暗而觉得阴气沉 Li wanted to sit on his legs in the grocery store’s dirty old leather articles, half deep in the body, stuck in a shell like a huge toy. The early winter sunshine slowly disappears into the narrow, chilled South Main this afternoon, and his laziness seems to cater to the silent darkness. Occasionally passing pedestrians inevitably stretched their necks and looked inward. A middle-aged woman even advanced two steps to the grocery store’s door. Her right hand groping around in her pocket, suddenly changed her mind when it came to advancing, perhaps Because I can not see the owner and some angry, maybe because of the darkness inside the grocery store and feel gloomy