一她走到窗前点上灯。灯光昏黄,在中间的那根柱子前消失,把屋子照亮一小半。另一半被挤进门缝的月光掺杂,泛着灰光。她瞧着窗帘上映出的四方形窗棂,把手抵在桌子上,托住下巴,回头看一眼熟睡的女儿。这时候墙外响起脚步声,踩得很急,她朝墙壁走去,眼神投在柱子上。她听到他们在说话。“谢三,你看清楚了?”“看清楚了。”“就在你家门前的河里?”“就在那儿。”“天这么早,你去河边干什么?”“我……拉屎。”“滚你娘的蛋。家里不能拉?”“我去给树施肥。” As soon as she reached the window, she clicked on the lamp. The light dimmed, disappearing in front of the pillars in the middle, illuminating the room for more than a half. The other half was squeezed into the moonlight doping, glowing. She looked at the square window curtains on the curtains, her hands on the table, hold her chin, look back at the sleeping daughter. At this time the footsteps sounded outside the wall, stepped on very urgent, she walked toward the wall, eyes cast on the pillars. She heard them talking. “” Third, you see clearly? “” See clearly. “” In the river in front of your house? “” There. “” Days so early, you go “” “” Roll your mother’s egg.