火车停靠在中国北方的某个小镇上,这是一段没有目的的 旅程。或者是一份慰籍。 阿蓝被遗弃在空旷的站台上,身后是一片望不到边的贫瘠土地。还有干净的天空,眩目的阳光。一切看来都像是个粗犷的基调。 然后阿蓝看到一个老人,一个人蹲坐在角落中不停地抽着劣质香烟。老人对他笑着,纯朴的脸上布满皱纹。时间带走了老人所有的锐利,刻下岁月流过的痕迹。 阿蓝向老人走去。他喜欢老人淳朴的笑容。因为没有狡滑的隐匿,没有残忍的伤害。 老人递给阿蓝一支没有牌子的劣质香烟,告诉阿蓝他在这儿等自己的儿子回来。他儿子在信里说他可能会回来。老人在这儿等 The train docked in a small town in northern China is an unintended journey. Or a comfort. Allan was abandoned in the open platform, behind a piece of barren land overlooking the edge. There are clean sky, dazzling sunshine. Everything looks like a rough tone. Then Alang saw an old man, a man sitting in the corner constantly smoking bad cigarettes. The old man smiled at him, plain face covered with wrinkles. The time taken away all the sharp old, engraved the signs of the years. Ala go to the elderly. He likes old man’s simple smile. Because there is no sly hiding, no cruel damage. The old man handed Allan a bad cigarette without a sign and told Allan he was waiting for his son here. His son said in the letter that he might come back. The old man is waiting here