街道是一马平川的坦荡,街边一些窗子却有着人所未知的幽邃。裹着风沾着雨,便有人钻入小歌厅那棺材一样逼仄的门廊,这里那里眨巴着虹彩诡异的灯光。记得一个闷热的午夜,我和两个朋友在昏暗空旷的街头徘徊。其中一个声音低沉地述说起他当时的遭遇:从小把他带大的哥哥死在壮年,他刚刚操办了丧事;他老婆两个月前摔成了骨折,这才长拢又被医生发现是 The streets are magnanimous and magnanimous, some windows on the street but has unknown mysterious deep. Wrapped in the wind stained with rain, it was drilled into the kiosk coffin as cramped porch, where blinking iridescent strange lighting. I remember a hot midnight, I and two friends hovering in the dark open streets. One of the voices sank to talk about what happened to him at that time: when he brought his older brother to death, he had just run the funeral. When his wife broke a fracture two months ago, it was discovered by the doctor