正午,作家挟着一个模特儿打广场穿过。那是一个带有木头底座、没安脑袋的普通时装模特儿。街上的乞丐和一些游手好闲的人觉着新奇,纷纷从阴凉的地方走出来,盯着作家的背影痴呆呆地望了好一阵子。 把这个模特儿弄上楼,可真够作家受的。“您给谁搬那玩意儿?”他的邻居出门 At noon, the writer hits a plaza through a model. It was a normal fashion model with a wooden base and no head. Beggars in the street and some idle people feel novelty, have come out from a cool place, staring at the writer’s back looked dementia for a while. Getting the model upstairs can be a real writer. “Who did you give that move to?” His neighbor went out