兰子随着人群上了车,在后面找到了靠窗的位子坐下。环顾四周,几乎都是衣着整洁面色雪白的外地男人。那纯净的通透的白,渗入骨髓,仿佛躲在地窖里好多年没见过阳光一般。如果下地锄几天草,让野风吹吹,放到大太阳底下晒晒,不知会变成什么摸样,兰子暗暗想。乘客们放好行李,各各归位,有人试探着和旁边的人搭讪:你是哪里的?上海。问话的 Lanzi as the crowd got into the car, found in the back of the seat by the window to sit down. Look around, almost all dressed neat looking white field men. That pure and transparent white, penetrate the bone marrow, as if hiding in the cellar for many years have not seen the sun in general. If you hoe grass a few days, so that the wild wind blowing, into the sun under the sun, I do not know what will become a Mo Yang, Son Zi secretly think. Passengers put their luggage, each homing, it was tempted to pick up with the people next to: Where are you? Shanghai. Questioning