“阿香!开门!”一阵陌生的男人的叫门声在深夜的小山村显得格外的刺耳。“谁?”阿香从破旧的被子里伸出消瘦苍白的脸庞。她忽然从睡梦中被惊醒,布满沧桑皱纹的脸上,憔悴中又多了一份惊慌。她那一头的黑发中掺杂了太多的花白,头发凌乱的遮住了半个脸庞。“阿香.....是我啊......村东的光棍王铁柱......你不认识我了?”男人压低的嗓门中流露出一种暧昧之意。阿香的枯井般的目光中掠过一抹恍惚之色。她费力 “A fragrant! Open the door!” A strange man called the door in the middle of the night the village is particularly harsh. “Who? ” As incense sticks from the worn quilt stretched pale pale face. Suddenly she was awakened from her sleep, covered with vicissitudes of wrinkled face, haggard and more than a panic. There was too much glitter in her dark hair, her face cluttered in half. “Ah Hong ..... is me ... ... east of the bachelor Wang Tiezhu ... you do not know me?” Man depressed his voice showed a kind of ambiguous meaning. A fragrant well-passing eyes swept past a touch of trance color. She is laborious