石子在车胎下嘎吱作响,艾德将车停在这扇大铁门外的乡间小道边。一道电网后方,几头温顺的野牛正在绿油油的山坡上吃草。山坡上矗立着一幢老式的白色农舍,一座明亮的红色谷仓,和数栋单调的预制墙板构成的研究楼。落日将云朵染成了粉色和蓝色,如同马戏团里的棉花糖。畸形秀就是在这里举行了,艾德想。他注意到几只猫咪大小的身影在车道旁的草地上啄食。他将车停好,走出来按下门铃,然后对着小小的摄像头像个傻瓜似的挥了挥手。他从未料想到自己是这种人,竟在 The stones crunched under the tires, and Ed drove the car to the side of the country lane outside the big iron gate. Behind the grid, a few meek bison grazing on a lush hillside. On the hillside stands an old white farmhouse, a bright red barn and several monumental prefabricated wall panels. The setting sun dyed clouds of pink and blue, like cotton candy in the circus. Deformity show is held here, Ed wants. He noticed several cat-sized figures pecking on the grass beside the driveway. He parked the car, walked out and pressed the doorbell, then waving like a fool at the tiny camera. He never expected that he is such a person, actually