我坐在院子里磨刀。剔骨刀闪着寒光,随着我的动作舞动着银蛇。或许这一天早就应该到来,跟去不去市场没关系。我仰了下头,眨了眨眼,满天的星星。我是十天前去市场卖豆角的,这是一个逼仄的空间。二百多平米的一个菜市场,挤了差不多一百个摊床。有一天,我的豆角摊占了右边大河马半个筐的位置,就挨了她一阵咆哮:把你的破筐挪一挪,老挂我的裤子!我只能干咳两声照办,顺便瞄一眼她的裤子是否真的被挂了,同时沿裤 I sat in the yard sharpening. Eviscerate flashing cold light, with my action dancing silver snake. Maybe this day should have come, with the market does not matter. I looked up, winked, sky full of stars. I went to the market ten days ago to sell beans, this is a cramped space. A vegetable market more than 200 square meters, squeezed almost 100 stalls. One day, my bean stall occupied the right side of the hippopotamus half a basket of positions, she suffered a burst of roar: move your broken basket moved, hanging my pants! I can only do two cough dry cough, by the way A look at her pants really hung up, along the pants