一阵雨过去,地面湿漉漉的,树也湿漉漉的。胡同里的灯,像煤汽灯似的冒着淡淡的热气。那是条极细的胡同,如果有人从对面走来,碰到一起的时候,双方都要侧一下身子才能够通过。出了胡同,是一条长街,对面就是那家名叫“雷鸟”的音像店。我横穿过马路,然后推开了“雷鸟”那扇有些腐朽的木门。很旧的一间屋子中,挨着墙壁全都是塞满了光碟的木架。一个小伙子坐在角落里,低着头,他那抹着很多啫喱的头发上,泛着棕黑色的亮光。 A shower of rain, the ground is wet, the tree is wet. Lights in the alley, like the steam lamp like a faint heat. It was a very thin alley. If someone came across from the opposite side and met together, both sides would have to pass the body sideways. Out of the alley, is a long street, across from the house is called “Thunderbird” audio-visual shop. I crossed the road and pushed away some of the decaying wooden doors of the Thunderbird. In the very old room, all the walls next to each other were covered with discs. A young man sitting in the corner, head down, his hair with a lot of gel on the hair, pan with brown light.