小人物小事情,没有人会在意别人,哪怕这是他们的一生。我最近经常想起一个女人。一个小得不能再小的欠款案子,4000块工钱没给,工人起诉了前雇主。在一个小得不能再小的法庭,坐齐了两方人,一共三个人。法庭是一个调解室改造的,没有窗户,两边人对坐着能碰到鼻尖,日光灯的亮度被房间里长久不散的气味压得日渐晦暗,电脑滋滋鸣叫,像挥散不去的耳鸣。我们眉眼低垂地判断着后面 Small things, no one will care about others, even if it is their life. I’ve often remembered a woman recently. A small case can not be small arrears, 4,000 wages did not give, the workers sued the former employer. In a small court can not be small, sit in the two parties, a total of three people. The courtroom was remodeled by a conciliation room. Without windows, people on both sides of the room could hit the tip of the nose. The brightness of the fluorescent lamp was dimmed by the long-lasting smell in the room, and the computer twitched like tinnitus. We judge facial features downwards