“我上去了,开门。”陈山扬着脖子,把这句话像短木棒一样直直地捅过来。那语气就好像她是这个家里的主人,半小时前刚刚出去买什么东西,此刻又顺理成章地回来了,而二十几年的时空间隔,在她那里完全可以忽略不计。电梯升上二十一楼之前,吴玉只来得及把破碎的玻璃杯收拾起来。抹布从水渍上擦过时,她察觉到淡青色瓷砖地面被砍开了一只三角形的口子。她知道,用不了几天,它就会像一道伤疤似的清晰地显现出来。吴玉把碎片用报纸裹住,扔进垃圾筒里。她怀疑自己漏掉了一些,想到可能 “I go up, open the door. ” Chen Shan Yang neck, the phrase stabbed straight like a short wooden stick. That tone is like she is the owner of this home, just half an hour ago to go out and buy something, and now a matter of course come back, and twenty years of space-time, where she can be completely ignored. Before the elevator rose to the twenty-first floor, Wu Yu only had time to pack up the broken glass. When the rag had been wiped from the water stains, she sensed that the triangular floor had been cut open on the pale blue tile floor. She knew it would take a few days, it will be clearly visible as a scar. Wu Yu debris wrapped in newspapers, thrown into the trash. She suspected she missed some, think of possible