他坐在桌前喝茶,听凭暴风雨呼啸。小木房里暖暖烘烘的,敏捷的火苗颤颤悠悠,将灰蒙蒙的亮光洒满一屋。突然一阵响声传进屋来,火舌窜到一边,差点熄灭了。接着门砰的一声关上,响声顿时消失,门口站着一个女人,她朝桌子走来,缓缓地坐在凳子上。“你有什么事?”他声音低沉地问道,一边掏衣袋找烟。女人抬起头,脸上淌着泪水。 He sat at the table drinking tea, whistling storm. Small wooden room warm and warm, agile flames fluttering, the gray light spilled a house. Suddenly a burst of noise came into the house, the flames went to the side, almost extinguished. Then the door slammed and the noise suddenly disappeared. A woman was standing in front of the door, and she walked toward the table and slowly sat on the stool. “What’s the matter with you?” He asked in a low voice, digging his pocket for smoke. Woman looked up, his face dripping tears.