一时辰尚早,夜依旧黑得似铁。性急的陈三爷走在最前面,说疤老二,你就不会快点,脚上绑秤砣了?三爷,又不是奔丧,疤二哥膝里有风湿,急啥子?顶陈三爷嘴的许老四说。三爷被人顶撞,并不生气。从他脚步的急促声里能听出,他没有慢下来的意思。聋五叔呢?他说,别把他弄丢了。他搀扶着我哩。回话的是疤老二。此时迎面来了一辆载重卡车,车的远光灯像把锋利的匕首,将夜的铁幕划开了一条亮晃晃的口子。 One hour is still early, the night is still dark and iron. Impatient Chen San Ye walked in the forefront, said Scar second child, you will not hurry up, tied the scales on your feet? San Ye, nor funeral, scar two brother’s knee rheumatism, anxious what? Top Chen Sanye Xu old four mouth said. Sanye was hit, not angry. He could hear from the hurry of his footsteps that he did not slow down. Five deaf? He said, do not lose him. He helped me. The second is scarred. At this time head-on a truck, the car’s high beam like a sharp dagger, the night’s iron curtain cut open a shining hole.