1这天跟往常没什么两样。八点钟电铃响,肖大生已经在金库二楼的办公区抽过三根烟。第一根从外面带过来,他在办公室扫尾。第二根在厕所。蹲着,一边往下用力一边往上冒烟,抽得有些业余。第三根才算正儿八经在抽。坐着,手肘搁在桌上,像在从事一项事业。烟越过窗户升上天去,烟灰弹进烟灰缸里。上天的东西归上天,办公桌的归办公桌。这段时光属于他一个人。这以后,会有一行脚步从一楼踏上来。刘金保总是一边走,一边往自己的里面塞 This day is no different from usual. The bell rang at eight o’clock and Xiao Dasheng had smoked three cigarettes in the office area on the second floor of the vault. The first one comes from the outside, and he sweeps the tail in the office. The second is in the toilet. Squatting, while forced down smoking side, pumping some amateurs. The third is considered a child eight by pumping. Sitting, elbows resting on the table, like engaging in a career. Smoke rose above the window to the sky, the ash bombs into the ashtray. God’s things go to heaven, the desks back to the desk. This time belongs to him alone. After that, there will be a step by step from the first floor. Liu Jinbao always walked on his side while inside the plug