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十年前的上海,黄浦区武胜路,夜幕下灯光闪烁。20:15左右,年轻十岁的我准时出现,前后误差不超过5分钟,若是偶尔延后15分钟,那准是在路边的小店吃了碗炒饭或拉面。疲惫侵袭着身体里的每一个细胞,近乎无意识地晃着,黄色的单肩包零乱地耷拉着。好不容易挪到人民广场,悄然排进等车队伍的最尾端,望着人流的移动,计算着自己属于第几辆车。不时有人直接挤进队伍的前端,
Ten years ago in Shanghai, Wusheng Road, Huangpu District, night lights flashing. 20:15 or so, I am young and 10-year-old appeared on time, before and after the error of not more than 5 minutes, if occasionally delayed for 15 minutes, it should be in the roadside shop to eat a bowl of fried rice or ramen. Weary exhausted every cell in the body, almost unconsciously shaking, yellow shoulder bag puzzled and pulled. Reluctantly moved to the People’s Square, quietly discharged into the queue the most tail of the team, looking at the flow of people moving, calculate what belongs to the first few cars. From time to time someone squeezed into the front of the team,