她把身上背着的那个方方正正的东西解下来。她把它小心地抱进怀里,像搂紧多年不见的孩子。她的两只胳膊轻轻地附着在上面,像是怕它不经意的跑掉,抑或被人偷走了。她不能没有它,包裹这个东西的黑绸样的包袱皮儿散发出柔和而微茫的光亮。她又摸了摸左腿,那个东西还在。她坐在那列急速奔驰的火车里稍有困倦,脑袋里轰鸣地响着,像一团黏唧唧的浆糊。哈欠打了一个又一个,眼睛又酸又涩地看紧对面 She took the square-shaped thing she was carrying away. She cautiously hugged it in her arms like a child she had not seen for many years. Her two arms gently attached to it, such as fear of it ran away inadvertently, or was stolen. She could not without it, the black silk-like fur wrapper that wrapped it gave off a soft and boundless light. She touched her left leg again and the thing was still there. She was slightly sleepy in the fast Mercedes train, her head squeaking like a sticky batter of paste. Yawn hit one after another, eyes sour and astringent tight on the opposite