1傍晚的风是柔的,夹着花香,小贩们都出动了。地上铺开着,有衣服,丝绸围巾,皮带扑克牙签,甚至还有胸罩。人影子搅动着街面,影子把灯光踩碎了。有人提着电喇叭,在喊,还有人放着音响,这条街被脚步、咳嗽声及其它声音湮没。我从人群里走过,别人都会盯上一眼,目光里有信任,也有种距离,反正这目光跟平时是不一样的。这跟我的衣服有关,我穿着制服呢。穿过地摊,就是百福弄了。那里满是电线,窗子也是各个朝向,踩进巷子,一股下水道的怪味涌 The wind of the evening was soft, with the flowers in it, and all the hawkers had dispatched it. On the ground, there are clothes, silk scarves, belt poker toothpicks, and even bras. Shadow shakes the street, shadows the lights. Someone carrying a loudspeaker, shouting, and others putting sound, the street was footsteps, coughing and other voices annihilation. I walked from the crowd, others will gaze at one eye, trust in the eyes, but also a kind of distance, anyway, this vision is not the same with the usual. It’s about my clothes, I’m wearing a uniform. Passed through the stalls, is to get rid of the hundred. There are full of wires, the windows are all directions, stepping into the alley, a sewer weird smell