1陈小尘躺在床上,耳畔却隐隐地传来女人的喘息声,时断时续,时高时低,像在海里冲浪的职业帆板选手踩着巨浪的尾巴,徜徉于浪尖浪尾之间。陈小尘住在四楼最靠里的一个出租房里,房间略显逼仄,摆下一张床,再放一个床头柜,就所剩无几了。楼下是一个糖水店,此刻已近凌晨,正是生意繁忙时分,喧闹的声音伸长着触角,沿着墙壁攀爬而上,进入陈小尘的耳膜,那股女人隐约的喘息声便淹没在无边的声嚣里。陈小尘甩了甩头,像是要把楼下 1 Chen Xiaochen lying in bed, ears came a faint woman’s breathing, intermittent, high and low, like a professional windsurfing surf in the sea wave the tail of the wave, wandering in the wave of waves between. Chen small dust live in the fourth floor of the most in a rented room, the room slightly cramped, put a bed, put a nightstand, there is almost nothing. Downstairs is a syrup shop, at the moment is almost midnight, it is busy business hours, noisy voice stretched tentacles, climbing up the wall, into the eardrum of Chen Xiaofei, that woman vaguely breathe submerged in boundless Clamor in the sound. Chen dust shook his head, like to put downstairs