黄昏,鬼雀又叫了。“呕……”歇一歇。又一声,“呕……”“阿公,你听见了吗?”“什么?”“鬼雀。你听!”老人偏过脑袋,右手笼在耳朵后,耳朵干枯如一片干枯的黑蘑菇。阿育看看阿公的耳朵,又看看天。天蓝得静默,西边儿被火烧云烧着了。“听见了吗?”阿育又问。“听见了,听见了。”老人低下头,往白铁烟斗里填烟丝。烟丝是蜡黄的,柔软的,干燥的,老人用右手拇指摁摁,嚓啦——火柴小小的火苗凑上去,烟丝温温吞吞地着了。阿公抽一口烟,吐一朵 Twilight, the sparrow called again. “Vomit ... ” take a break. “” “” “” Ghost bird.You hear! “The old person is partial to the head, the right hand cage after the ear, the ear is dry Such as a dry black mushrooms. Ashoka look at the ears of the grandfather, take a look at the sky. Sky blue was silent, the west was burnt cloud burning fire. ”Heard it?“ Ashu asked again. ”I heard it, I heard it." The old man lowered his head and smoked tobacco in a white iron pipe. Cut tobacco is sallow, soft, dry, the elderly with his right thumb 摁 摁, Cha 啦 - matches a small flame Minato went up, the tobacco was warm with the. Grandpa smoked a cigarette, spit a