一她又看见了那个男人。他在浇花,或者说是一些叶子。他的出现,让她知道了对面公寓的外墙上为什么会突兀地生出茂密的爬山虎来。爬山虎从阳台上一个巨大的塑料桶里生出来,生长的路径十分诡异,叶与茎拼贴出她似曾相识的形状,开始是一个轮廓,慢慢明晰了。这天黄昏,她认出了它,是伏尔泰的头像,石膏的质地。第一次上素描课,当她为一个神情愁苦的老妪头像心下黯然的时候,导师告诉她,这是伏尔泰。误会是个转折,她依稀记得有部伊朗电影里说过。这样想着,就向窗外望过去,在空中有了 She saw the man again. He is watering flowers, or some leaves. His appearance, let her know why opposite the facade of the apartment on the unexpected emergence of lush ivy. Ivy was born from a large plastic bucket on the balcony, the path of growth is very strange, leaf and stem collage out of her deja vu, began to be a contour, slowly clear. It was twilight, she recognized it, was Voltaire’s head, the texture of plaster. The first sketch lesson, when she was saddened by a headache like a sad old man, the teacher told her that it was Voltaire. Misunderstanding is a turning point, she vaguely remember some Iranian film said. Think of it, looked out the window, there in the air